If I had had the time, there are several entries I would have written in the past weeks. It always seems that when I finally do write, I write two long entries, so this time I'm just going to give the titles and a short synopsis. Maybe these would be known as "blogettes."
First: "The Light at the End of This Particular Tunnel"
This blog would have been about discovering that my mom's episodes of seeing double were attributable to a phenomenon known as "ophthalmic migraines" brought on by stress which causes high blood pressure which causes kaleidoscopic vision. it took an ER visit and $15,000 worth of tests to give us no answers. It took a visit to the ophthamologist where the nurse also works at Langdon Place to get the diagnosis. It's a much longer story. Trust me.
Second: "Mother of the Bride Dress Dilemma" This blog would have featured photos of all 5 dresses that have been hanging in my upstairs. Comments about these dresses have ranged from "That's a depressing color," to "That looks like you're channeling your inner surfergirl from the 70s," to "Hmmm, I feel like I need 3 inch stiletto heels and a bar to go to." I'm only in the hole about $150.00 on the dresses that I'll be keeping, plus I now own a pair of silver sandals to wear when I'm remembering my California days . . . . .
Third: "One Woman Show."
This would be one of my whiny blogs, complaining about how tired I am of having to do everything, all the time, inside and outside the house, on my grant-funded project and in the care of my mother. Probably didn't need to write that one.
Fourth: "The Critter in the Basement, or is it my Imagination run amok"
Twice this winter I have noticed that something has chewed through the bag of thistle seed. The first time I pretended that probably the bag had a slit in it when i bought it. The second time (last week) I know that the bag didn't have a slit in it. Yesterday I noticed that a roll of paper towels by the washing machine has been chewed. I now have a mouse trap and a Have-a-heart trap baited in the basement. It's been there for 24 hours and so far no critter to be seen. What will I do if i catch something? Is it possible that it has squeezed under the basement door and into the house? This totally freaks me out!
Fifth: "Do I look Like I Need More Stuff?
Friends who are moving away are offering me stuff - from birdfeeders to clothes, to a chest freezer. Please re-read earlier blogs about the junque I already possess and am desperately trying to weed out.
Sixth: "Stuff I have Gotten Rid Of or, The Joys of Bulky Waste Week"
The picnic table and benches; the two t.v. stands; mom's and dad's t.v.; Rob's humongous homemade speakers; my old VCR; old screens; plastic windows made by my dad; two plastic outdoor side tables. How I paid $10.00 for a bulky waste sticker to go on the old t.v. only to have some scavenger take the t.v. Grrrrr. Someone actually took the old dehumidifier. You gotta love bulky waste pick-up week.
O.K. there's another one about the pink markers tied on the bushes out back, designating the offical "wetland" area of my back yard. Yeah, right. I KNOW it's wet, but was it always wet? Who gets to decide and designate "wetlands?" If all my neighbors stopped pumping their sump pumps out onto my property, would it still be a "wetland?"
