Several seasons have passed since the last post - many old things, many new things and some just regular stuff has passed by too. For now, here is some new life to share.
A baby dove spent some time in our yard today and eventually found its way near our front door - hopefully with the encouragement of an ever present parent. Can you find it?
Get out of your chair, turn this up and have a little dance to celebrate a New Year....
Sarah called today. I listened to her message as I was checking all the messages just after work on the speaker phone. She was telling me about their tax plan and economic plan and Washington plan, and when she got to the part where she and John get all Mavericky, Izzi let out a little howl.
That seals it. Listen to your pets. Go vote.
I had brain surgery AND I got my PhD!
I was wondering what the difference is between gossip and simply exchanging information about another person you may or may not know mutually. I am not nearly as sensitive to gossip as I was a few years ago while dealing with The Mother on a more full time basis. And I'd like to think that people I know now are not so apt to gossip about me - not that I have such a high profile life to gossip about. I still wonder though - not in a harboring-of-ill-will kind of way, but in that self regulatory manner in which I question myself; am I gossiping right now? What's the difference?
This all comes about because I have been approach by a few people over the last month inquiring of my surgery, where I have found myself correcting misinformation. Now, maybe my rather dry blog - what, 5 weeks ago? - about my pro-ceed-jure lent itself to surgery talk. Surgery brings to mind things like plastic wristbands, a small case of personal belongings, admitting staff, anesthesia, bad green jello and backless gowns. I have not experienced this personally. My pro-ceed-jure took all of 5 minutes, but the hullabaloo leading up to it equated to the fear a surgery instills as far as I was concerned. No, no surgery for me.
I am still curious about this whole scenario - I've been approached, discussed, and if I am blessed enough perhaps prayed about - some amount of the population in my bubble thinks I had surgery. However, I am left puzzled. If a concerned number of people think I did have surgery, it sure was lonely in the hospital. My phone didn't ring. I have no scrubbed up casserole dishes to return. And seriously folks, where's all my Get Well cards?
p.s. The pro-ceed-jure was not all it was cracked up to be, I still limp around with various amounts of tingling, numbness, achey/pinchy nerve like pain in my left hiney and leg ... and I am still grumpy. Yes, I am doing something about it, and no it is not surgery. Just in case you wanted to know.
