I've been absent from the BLOG for so long that I feel the need to ask permission to join in. Between finishing school, taking vacations, having a bizzarre emergency illness, my computer crashing only to subsequently be replaced by my De-Light-Ful new wireless laptop, my little surgical drama, and basic lazyness, I'm crawling back to see if you guys still love me and will let me join in and play.
I hardly know where to begin, from Chris Isaack to Emergency Jobs, Bees, Walmart... It's a veritable smorgassborg(sp?) of topics.
Though I'm not recommending this to anyone, I've determined that major surgery is an excellent way to shed a few extra pounds while garnering sympathy & visits from those who know and love you, but have children, jobs, and a life outside of a 2 hour commute up 95. Since I chose to move so far away from everyone I typically have to go visiting. However, all that's changed since my surgery. I don't think the visitation period to last forever since the word is getting out that I'm no longer and invalid, but it's been great.
My friends have come in droves to the wild frontier of Cecil County expecting to wait on me and take care of me. Luckily for them, I'm no longer hanging around in my "Ellie-May" nightgown strung out on Dilaudid and anit-nausea medication. Instead, they arrive to find me pretty darned happy, healthy, and mobile. For their trouble I've been providing gourmet meals (I have plenty of time to cook these days), diving lessons for the kids, fresh flowers, pool-side lounging, complete coverage of the Tour de France since I've seen each stage at least 2 times, and of course - witty conversation.
My friend Jackie is here today and we are venturing out on "The Lucky Girl" for the first cruise in the boat without Mike. As a stinkpotter, our first stop must be the dreaded gas dock. I will have to prove my docking abilities by pulling up to and not into the gas dock. I'm hoping the unassuming 19 year old giggly girls are there and not the 40 year old waterman who could dock a supertanker in gale-force winds with both hands and half his brain tied benind his back.
Well, I've got to go swab the decks before Jackie gets up. Stay tuned for more on our exciting gas dock adventure later... If I don't join back in you'll know the gas docking adventure was not too successful.
Hugs to all
2 comments:
Welcome back I'm glad to hear your back in action! I have to admit I was a little worried when I spoke to you in the hospital. Then when we talked after you got home you seemed like you were on the road to recovery. Sounds like your making the most of your recovery time, visiting, lounging by the pool, boating, and cooking, man that sounds alot like vacation in my world. You can relieve the stress of running into the fuel docks by looking at the price, the old-timers you refer to see a small collision as revenge not inexperience. Have fun.
We all thought of you when the tour de France started, remembering your obsession from Hawaiian time last year. There was some speculation that you had timed your recovery period to coincide with it. Glad you're feeling better and glad to see you back on the blog. Post a picture of the new boat and the gang!
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