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Pope choosing
If it were me, I’d have been Pope George Ringo III.
:-)
Via trillian42 and repeated here ’cause one day I’ll want to find it: Tact Filters.
Weekend in review
So the weekend, all told, was pretty good. Saturday night Jeff and I went out to Thai Palace in Chapel Hill, where the Tom Kha Gai was not as good as normal, but the Mee Krob and spring rolls were delicious. Before we left for the restaurant, Jeff had the foresight to think to call Target to see if they had wheelchairs — and they do! After dinner, we headed over to the Target were I was darned pleased to be able to scoot around in their motorized wheelchairs — free and unencumbered. Sadly, I am not a particularly good motorized wheelchair driver, and every time you back one of those suckers up it *beeps beeps beeps* loudly, calling attention to the fact that you’re not a very good driver.
Earlier in the week, my friend Kim came to visit and brought me both a delicious dinner and Peeps treats, including a peeps egg-dying kit. Now, I love to dye eggs… it’s part of the whole holidays-being-a-big-deal when I was a little girl. We took come again-Harding, tree-decorating and Easter egg-dying quite seriously, spending hours and hours perfecting our designs and executing them. Many years ago, I had an egg dyeing brunch at my house and had friends over to dye Easter eggs… that was a great deal of fun, but I haven’t had the opportunity to dye eggs ever since, so I let at the opportunity.
Sunday morning, Jeff and I dyed Easter eggs — and it was a blast! I don’t think he completely understood the seriousness with which I approach projects like this, so he might have been surprised by my requests for crayons, masking tape, candles, the spare egg dyeing hooks that I keep in the junk drawer (no kidding, really I do), etc. In fact, he only vaguely remembered dying eggs as a child himself, and seemed to think that dyeing eggs consisted primarily of dumping them in a single color, and then eventually fishing them out. I showed him the joy that Easter egg dyeing could be (and his eggs were quite pretty!). The best yet, later this week I’ll devil them …mmmmmmmmm… deviled eggs..
Sunday afternoon, I decided I needed sustenance of substance for dinner, and wanted a stake. Jeff was kind enough to run to the grocery store and get steak and sweet potatoes for me. While he was gone, I broiled some asparagus that we had on hand with butter, olive oil, lemon juice and sliced almonds to go alongside (note: cooking on crutches is no more fun than any of the other routine things to do on crutches. feh.)
He came home with not only steak and sweet potatoes, but also an Easter lily, which I’ve always wanted, but never had. I didn’t realize that they smelled so good…
Then, after dinner — super-treat!! — Jeff brought out the cupcakes that he’d gotten for me from the store (at the Target the night previous, I’d had fits over the woman in front of us in-line, who had cupcakes..), and we watched the remake of The Avengers, which was actually pretty terrible. Oh well, the cupcakes were delicious.
Friday Night Special
Tomorrow night — Friday the 18th — I’m planning on watching Sergeant Pepper’s Lonely Hearts Club Band — the one with the Bee Gees — which I finally got around to ordering from Amazon. I loved this movie as a child (ok, pre-teen) and actually think that I wouldn’t love the Beatles as much as I do had I not been introduced to some of their more unusual songs via this movie. Plus it’s a really fun movie.
I have a nice, large, lovely TV and big comfy sofas. I would love company. I’ll probably order pizza for dinner, and plan on starting the movie around 6:30 or seven. Any takers?
Updates
yowsa. Apparently, it also understands how to do actions that are in the program window. For example, I use Semagic to post my blog entries. When I said “post entry”, it understood that I meant to post the entry to LiveJournal.
Okay, okay. Enough being amazed by technology.
Knee updates:
the pain, for the most part, is much better. I’m down to taking one OxyContin (time released version of oxycodone) at night, and lots and lots of ibuprofen during the day (which will help with the swelling, I’m told.) I am doing my physical therapy, though honestly not as much as I probably should. (It hurts). Next week, I see Dr. Higgins again, and hopefully at that time he’ll clear me to unlock the leg brace, which might mean I’ll be able to drive again.
Other than the pain, the helplessness and trapped feeling that results from being unable to leave the house has been the worst part of this. Most of the time, I’m really happy to be an extrovert, but times like this, I wish I could be happy just sitting at home “with time to myself”. Again, counting my blessings, I really was out of it for the first week and a half (if you called me and I don’t remember it, don’t be offended… it’s because I’m not remembering anything from that time… sorry), so the passage of time wasn’t so excruciatingly slow then, but the last two weeks time has dripped by like molasses that’s been cooled in the fridge for several months. All of this has been exacerbated by the fact that most of my normal craft pursuits are impossible in my limited mobility state. The sewing machine — she is upstairs. The stamps and paints and grommets and scissors — they are upstairs. The beads, they are downstairs. However, they are in a place where non-bendy leg space makes them inaccessible. Oh so sad. Plus, beads really need to be done over a desk or table or some other flatness, which my lap is not, so that they don’t all goes skittering away.
So that leaves me with knitting, which is well and good as I like knitting; however, I don’t yet have the mental stamina to tackle anything more complex than going round and round and round in a circle. So I’m making a purse to be felted. I had run out of black wool, but thankfully, my friend Kim is coming over tonight and bringing both Chinese food (yah!) and black wool. And company. Blessed, blessed company.
Things I’ve learned
- The keys to making a Wendy’s Mandarin Chicken Salad food:
-drain the sucker. Take the lid, use it as a strainer thing, and dump out all the extraneous liquid that’s probably accumulated at the bottom.
-use all the crunchies
-don’t skimp on the dressing
-don’t feel you have to eat all the chicken. Some of it will be odd, having sat in the liquid mentioned above. - Getting *into* the shower when you are mobility-compromised is *NOT* the same from a physics perspective as getting *out* of the shower. Think this through before attempting same.
- Big metal leg braces *can* be modified to better fit your leg, even if your leg is not stick straight and five feet long (which is the athletic sort this brace seems designed to fit). The “sticks” (the metal uprights that run along the inside and outside of your leg) can be bent. The velcro bands can be cut, so that they can close around your ankles without overlapping for half again their length. Do these things before you wear the brace for a week and a half. You’ll be much happier.
- Get extra Ace-or-their-equivalent bandages. Your physical therapist probably has some on hand he’ll give you, if you ask nicely. It’s nice being able to alternate them through the wash.
- Flannel sheets, whilst nice under normal circumstances, are Not So Great when you’re sleeping in a biggum brace that almost guarantees that you’ll not flip once during the evening. Puddley flannel. Ick.
- Friends are *wonderful*. Friends that bring you treats are irreplaceable. Friends that’ll come over and keep you company when you’re all loopy on codeine are priceless. For everything else, there’s Mastercard.
- Irish Cream with cookie dough ice cream is the best thing EVAR!
OK, that’s it for now.
Status update
Knee surgery was more complicated than expected…as it turns out I had a “bucket handle” tear in my meniscus, which also needed to be fixed (or it would probably cause arthritis later). The surgery ended up taking until almost 4pm, instead of being done at noon.
The good news is that the meniscus will heal better in conjunction with the ACL replacement than it would alone (due to the …ew…blood that’s floating around, helping it to heal). And it probably would have needed surgery eventually anyway, so i guess it’s just as well.
That being said, I’m a lot more “banged up” than I expected — my knee is really swollen and hurts like the dickens. Thank heavens for codeine. I’m a little freaked out by the whole thing, as the leg brace that I have to wear is probably a few pounds and is making it *really* difficult to do things (like stand up :-( as it throws my balance off. Recovery time is longer with the meniscus repair too, so I don’t really know yet how long I’ll be out of commission.
The codeine has made me a little loopy too… I don’t remember a lot of what happened (which is probably good), but I’m also not good for much.
Lots of worries here… but I’m trying not to panic. I *will* get better…just not sure how quickly.
Coinkydink?
This weekend I was more than a little antsy about the surgery…every time I thought of it I got the willies and became wonky and/or sad. Sometime Sunday morning, working under the assumption that “expectation setting” was often a useful thing, I told Jeff that I would need “treats”* during my post-surgery recovery. He acknowledged and said he’d thought of that already (yah!).
Last night was the worst night I’ve had in a while. Had a devil of a time falling to sleep — flipping and flopping and worrying about my knee for hours. Eventually I went to sleep, but when I awoke this morning I was still feeling ookie and strange. When Jeff asked how I was, I told him that I felt a bit “off” but that I’d had a good dream involving a label-maker (I think, in my still-sleepy haze I may even have mimed the turning of the little wheel and squeezing of the little the handle to make it clear what I was referring to).
This label-making dream set off the OCD demon and so this morning I began to search for a label maker…I’d looked on eBay and was in the process of investigating Staples, since I knew Jeff had to go there anyway this week to return a mousie, when I found a nice little (new-fashioned, electronic) label-maker at a good price. I emailed Jeff the URL and asked him if he thought it was a good label maker.
He then came into my room, carrying the label-maker. Which he’d bought for me *yesterday*. Before I told him I’d need “treats”. Before I had my dream about label-makers. Before I remembered my dream about label-makers (I don’t usually remember my dreams). Before I even told Jeff my dream about label-makers (I don’t normally tell Jeff the dreams I do remember).
Freaky.
Nice label-maker, too!
* treats = small presents, toys, tasty food, ice cream… you know — the good stuff
Music
The music meme thingy, via sarah_ovenall
1. Total amount of music files on your computer?
oh boy. Will have to confirm with iTunes at home, but I know it’s 8000+ tracks. Edited to add: 8932 songs (more frightening yet: almost 100% of that is legitimate music I own! I’m such a dork that when everyone was Napstering, I was only downloading songs I already owned, so I wouldn’t have to rip them…there are a few things that I downloaded and never bought, but probably less than 100 songs total).
2. The last CD you bought was…
Hrm…two at almost the same time: (1) Marshall Crenshaw, Marshall Crenshaw (I saw him a few months ago at the Pour House in Raleigh, and realized how desperately I needed to have the song “Someday, Someway” (but I had to wait until I “needed” something else to order it ;-) and Spinning Jennies, Stratosphere
3. What was the last song you listened to before reading this message?
Wellllll, if the song in my head counts it’s “Someday, Someway”. If the last song I sang counts, it’s Norah Jones, “Lonestar”. If it’s the last song I actually heard playing on an external device it’s Mark Erelli, “Why Should I Cry Over You” (he’s playing the Six String Cafe on this Saturday, BTW)
4. Write down five songs you often listen to or that mean a lot to you.
- “Let it Be”, The Beatles — this one is the easy one ’cause it’s a constant
The others are tougher, as I tend to get obsessive about songs for a period of months… my current ones (based on iTunes playcounts — I gotta be fair) are:
- “Honey & the Moon”, Joseph Arthur
- “All I Want”, Karin Allyson (a cover of a Joni Mitchell tune)
- “Mr. Harris”, Aimee Mann
- “Lean on Me”, Beth Orton (not a cover of a Bill Withers tune)
I could throw out the immediacy data and attempt to create the “five greatest of all time” — but that would be a lot harder. ;-)
5. What 3 people are you going to pass this baton to and why?
How about ovrclokd, Sarah of navelgazer.com and Kate, the Self Taught Girl just because they seem to represent a fair spread of folks.
Realm of the Lint Queen 