THANKS GIVING
What kind of a blogger would I be if I failed to post an obligatory Thanksgiving post. Well here it is Sunday afternoon of the Thanksgiving weekend and luckily for you I am compelled.
I think as I get older I understand Thanksgiving to be two words. Not one word, a noun describing a holiday that has become simply a grain of sand in the hour glass of my life, but two words. A noun and a verb. Thanks Giving. But they need to be switched around. It seems to me that if it is one word it's easier to overlook most everything but the Turkey, Indian Corn Pudding, Green Bean Casserole, Brussels Sprouts (yeah this year we had them go figure?) and Pumpkin Pie. A simple reason to gorge oneself on foods that conjure ideas of a historical event. Sometimes I think we'd understand the point more if we fasted or ate a meal that might be typical in an impoverished country. Rice and water, beans and water.... or nothing and water.
I heard it said once that America is the birthplace of complaining and there are a lot of days when I am the king. I hope this year maybe I'll abdicate and simply be a prince or a duke and maybe one with less to say.
ba
More - What Were They Thinking ?
Thank you for all the emails and calls thanking me for not calling you at
3:00 AM Tuesday morning. The whole hospital thing was different this time. There were a couple of things that made it different.
The Eighteen Thing
Cara is of course 18 now so the various staff people had to talk to both her and me. Me because it's my insurance policy that's gonna pay for the whole thing and Cara because she is 18. Their heads snapped back and forth more then a few times.
The HIPA Thing
I'm not sure what HIPA stands for but I had to fill out (and sign) this form that gave the hospital permission to release information to anyone whose name I put on the form. All I can say is if Dick Cheney happened to hear about Cara's situation and happened to call St Josephs Hospital he would have been fully briefed. I would have put Captain Kirk on there to just in case those time travel episodes were true but Libby was getting mad and wouldn't let me and I guess the nurse was getting a little irritated at all the fun I was having at the forms expense. God bless beauracracy.
Finally we're hanging out in the lounge on floor and since I've been up all night I'm stretched out as comfortably as I can be trying to snooze a little when in walks a nurse who informs us that we have to leave because they have a meeting in the lounge. No problem. We get up and wander out to the main lobby. A little later walking back toward the wing I notice that inside a door that is immediately adjacent to the lounge is a spacious conference room. Tables, flip charts, black boards etc... It's empty. PROBLEM I couldn't resist......
..... taking a few pictures. Picture 1 is the meeting. Picture 2 is Libby and Kailyn pretending to be sleeping on the tables in the empty conference room. This next picture is a note I wrote in the
blackboard.
It was still there when I walked out with Cara on Thursday.
ba
You're Welcome
What for you may ask ? (ebonically speaking "ax")
Well I'll tell you. The other night I was presented with an opportunity to call anyone of you that I consider a good friend at 3:09 in the AM. I joked with Kailyn that it would be worth it just to see if the old joke about it not mattering if you are sleeping when the phone rings and some one says "did I wake you?" you always say "no I was awake" is true.
I love long sentences. I know they're good if I have to read them 5 times to make sure they make sense.
Cara decided it had been a few months since she had been to St Josephs Hospital and thought " hmmm an appendectomy that's the ticket" so 3:09AM Tuesday morning Kailyn and I drove to St Joe's to meet Libby and Cara and hang out while they took her appendix out. Here is a picture of an appendix.
(not hers)
So you're welcome this time. Can't promise about next time.
ba
What were they thinking ?
Every now and then I wonder. I see something and it boggles my mind to see the foolishness of an idea. For instance women sportscasters. You know you are over forty if you see a women sportscaster on TV and you can't help thinking (hopefully not out loud) "what does she know about football? " I know it's an irrational thing but the thought that there could ever be a female Howard Cosell (voice and all) is just more then I can stand. Captain Janeway on Star Trek - Voyager was bad enough. Here's another example.
I mean I know what they were thinking but what were they thinking?
ba
Leaves
There are many signs and signals that we take note of in the days, weeks, months and years that make up our lives. Hopefully we learn which ones are important and need action. I've figured out I'm pretty much clueless to most of the ones involving people skills. I find out a few hours, day or weeks later that someone was unhappy with something I've said or done. Usually long after the opportunity to explain the misunderstanding. I find most people either love me or hate me. I'm seriously thinking of having some T-shirts made that say simply.
PICK ONE !
Here's a sign that I've come to grow less fond of as I get older.
ba
