It may be Tuesday when you read this, but come Hell or high water, it's going up tonight. I was kind of tuckered out from the jaunt yesterday, so I stayed in and rested. I've been writing a little bit at a time through the day. I spilled coffee on my keyboard and mouse, which killed the mouse and sent me scrambling around the house to find another one, further delaying me.
MY WHAT A CLEAN EDDIE!
I guess I'll crawl out of the shower and do this week's ramble. I've been in there ever since Friday when we finally got the new hot water heater and turned the agua back on. I've never been more grateful for a material item in my life. I finally feel really, truly clean again.
The kitty's happy. We're happy. Everyone's happy. And all is right with the world.
CAN YOU HANDLE IT???
Cuteness overload alert! Pink Hello Kitty cowgirl boots!
|Seen in a friend's booth at the Peddlers Mall|
Also, Hello Kitty does sushi.
A VIRGIN NO MORE!
Like I said in yesterday's post, I finally made it over to part of the 127 sale. (What exactly did you think this section would be about???) I still have to take pics of everything, so I'm holding off on the full details for another couple of days. I will say this: MANOMAN WAS IT HOT!
Otherwise, I am back on my shopping moratorium, until the Labor Day Big Flea.
Speaking of moratoriums and such, how about a couple of things I haven't shown you?
I found this late 50's edition of a Masonic encyclopedia in a trash pile during set out. The cover is kind of scuffed, because someone tossed it on the pavement in the alley where I found it. Interestingly, a couple of years ago, I found a late 50's edition of Morals and Dogma not too far from the spot when this one was found.
I looked for an entry on the Illuminati, but there wasn't one, probably because this was the second of two volumes and started with the M's.
I've come to the realization that I could very easily be collecting flower frogs, if I'm not careful. I'm kind of fascinated with them, especially the unique ones like these.
I found this wooden hashtag at a church sale. The seller said that I had just missed the @ sign, which someone had just bought. I'm debating tracking down some wooden letters and making a big sign that says:
AGAINST ALL ODDS
Last Tuesday was treatment day, and it was full of snags, which is highly unusual. Typically, we are in at 8 and out by 12:30, with the longest part being the wait for the lab results and the wait for the pharmacy to send the drug over. We were kind of on a tight schedule, because we were under the (mistaken) impression that we would be getting the water heater that afternoon.
So of course, my port was clogged. No labs out of that puppy! They tried everything to get it to work, with no luck. So they sent for the drug that unblocks ports, which added an extra pharmacy wait. To keep on schedule, we all decided to try one of my raggedy-ass veins for the blood draw for the labs. Two sticks. No blood. Not my day.
They injected my port with the declogger, and sent me down to the clinic to wait. It takes 45 minutes for that stuff to work, on top of the wait I was going to have for the labs (once they got them drawn) and the drug. By that point, we were making back up plans for Keith to leave me at the clinic and go home to meet the plumber. We figured it was probably inevitable.
Except that it wasn't. My labs came back so fast that I couldn't believe it, and the wait for the drug only took about half as long as normal. We were actually walking out the door at 12:30, just like always.
Of course, we didn't get the water heater that day, but I'll still take a small victory.
The Go-Gos are on their farewell tour. My favorite band of all time is calling it quits. I guess seeing them live is one item that won't get crossed off my bucket list. I'm kinda bummed.
Admittedly, it hasn't been the same in recent years, since Kathy Valentine got let go, but I was still holding out hope for one more album. Hopefully, they'll all come back together again, when/if the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame finally pulls its head out of its ass and admits them. Hello, people! We're only talking the first all female band who wrote their own songs and played their own instruments to top the charts.
On the other hand, there's an awesome set coming out next month with alternate takes, remasters, out-takes, and just general treasures from the classic Trio albums recorded by Dolly Parton, Linda Ronstadt, and my supremely beloved Emmylou Harris.
They can't perform together any more, since Ronstadt's Parkinson's prevents her from singing, so it's wonderful to have this tribute to the beautiful harmonies the three of them made for decades.
IN THE NEIGHBORHOOD
Mural on the wall of a bar down the street from the house. The place is called Kaiju, which is the Japanese word for those big-ass classic monsters, like Godzilla. The side panel used to say "The end is near, so have a beer." I don't know why they took that off.
How about some music for Monday (night)?