Lucky Day

A close friend of mine lost her husband on Friday night. She called me to give me the day of the service, but not the time. I found it online at the funeral home's website, and almost got there on time. the map service on Yahoo gave me a bad turn. That was yesterday.

Today, I got up and rushed around to get to the doctor's office for the results of my blood tests last week. They were just fine, as usual. I have so much good cholesterol that it makes my total almost look bad. However, I got a B12 shot in my left arm and a flu shot in my right. Two bandaids. How lucky can one girl get?

After that, I had to hurry and rush to meet my former co-worker for lunch. I expected to be late, but was early. She was late instead. No problem. We had a nice lunch, although the waiter was a bit too slow. We survived it.

Child finally called me from Florida and at least gave me the city she is staying in. She didn't know that before she went, since she went with someone else and hadn't asked. I guess. Something like that, but at least she called.

Last night I was a bit distraught about going today to sit shiva with my friend who is now a widow. I kept myself busy baking cookies to take with me. I must have baked 10 dozen of them - it took me about 6 hours, but it kept my mind off my friend somewhat. Her husband was only 59.

I did manage to take the address of the relative's house to go to, the cookies got to my car, and I was all set to go there after lunch today.

It was a long drive, but I finally got there. Sadly, no one answered the door. I left, feeling even worse since I couldn't sit with my friend. After I got home, I found an email telling me not to go before 3:30. I was there at 2:30, not having received the email early enough. Want a cookie?

When I got home, finally, my "roomie" (she owns the other half of my duplex) asked me if I wanted to walk. I said sure, and went inside to get the dogs saddled up. We walked a mile or two (it's cold out!) and Molly had the poopies. Both dogs stopped often to read the neighborhood p-mail. They always do this when my roomie goes with me.

Are you seeing a trend yet? I wasn't having a very smooth day. I sat down on my recliner sofa, and put my feet up, and had a nice dish of peppermint ice cream for dinner. I can do that, I live alone. I set the dish down and let the dogs lick the dregs. Then, of course, they wanted to go out.

I forgot about the dish and put the recliner thing down that holds my feet. What is that thing called, anyway? Foot rest? The dish got smashed between the thing and the metal frame of the sofa - shattering it into many sharp little pieces. I took the dogs out, and came back in and cleaned up the billions of little pieces of glass. I almost never break anything - I have glasses I got when I got married in 1971.

By that time I just wanted to do something quiet and safe, so I poked around a bit online and decided to read my monthly horoscope at Astrology Zone. I am a virgo.

Imagine my surprise when I read that today, November 21, is my best and luckiest day of the entire year. Too bad I had plans only to read tonight. I re-injured the pulled muscle in my back, and was told by the doctor on Friday that I probably had fractured a rib when I threw a vacuum cleaner - or  something I shouldn't have been lifting or throwing - into child's dumpster when I helped her move out of her apartment a few weeks before I moved this summer. It sure did hurt, and it didn't go away very fast. I was having trouble with breathing in again, so that is why I went on Friday to get it checked. The little tiny bit of painting I did earlier in the week did not justify the pain I had the next day, and it wasn't going away.

So, now I am taking three Flexerils and 12 Motrin a day. Yeah, that is a lot of either, but that is what I have to take for a few more days. If I have to leave the house and drive, I am to skip that Flexeril. Like this morning, I skipped it.

Child told me to go buy a lottery ticket. I said no, I would surely buy a huge winner, but then I would lose it. It has been that kind of a day.