And the memes steal my attention.
Confirmation
That is NOT a giant model of a Wint-O-Green Lifesaver. That is a CT scanner, which was used to confirm that Lee’s bellyache was more than just bellyaching. One emergency operation later, her worse-than-useless appendix has been consigned to some biohazard compost heap (hopefully located near Trump campaign headquarters).
As we answered the routine history questions at the (hospital owned) doctor’s office, again at the ED, again for the surgeon, the anesthesiologist, and at least two nurses, all of them armed with an electronic medical record system, I’ll admit I questioned the value of the work I’ve done over the years…
Time heals all post-op wounds, they say, but hopefully a short time in this case.
Browsing is learing
This self-styled resource center for art produced by people with special communication patterns recently appeared in a downtown Brattleboro storefront. On the one hand, yay for them, and shame on me for even thinking about taunting their spelling. On the other…
Update: they closed soon after I posted this. Anybody need a storefront?
Costco still rules
Earlier this week, I bought the melon on the left at our local grocery store. 10.6 pounds, $5.99.
Because of our big party tomorrow (with entertainment by The Snaz!), I bought the melon on the right today at Costco. Same price, 20 pounds.
I thought about making fun of the guy on the right for using red duct tape to fix his taillight but decided not to.
Just over twenty-five years ago, we were faced with a bureaucratic decision to deny Lee various benefits in the event that my joining the army turned into a situation that required government benefits. Happily it didn’t.
Still and all, twenty-five years ago yesterday we were able to solve the problem with a blood test and a quick ceremony in the courtyard of the Unitarian Church in Albuquerque, and so we had a “machine-gun wedding.” Today, even more people have the option to get married, whether looking down the barrel of a gun or not.
Joining the army turned out not to be the right decision for me, at least not the kind of decision I wanted to stick with. But getting married was, and still is.
Thank you for twenty-five amazing years together and here’s hoping for twenty-five more!
The Texas Flower Hummer
The angel Moroni standing tall in Carmel, IN.
Brother Frank attacking 60 candles (plus 3 for salud, dinero and amor) with help from Laura
Too much is never enough.
I’ve seen these indoor herb gardens forever in Skymall and so on… now, through a contorted series of rationalizations, I have one. The LED lights means it won’t cost much to grow catnip etc. all year long.
By coincidence, we got to celebrate the Supreme Court’s marriage decision by attending Kinky Boots at the Bushnell. It was good, although no Book of Mormon.
Brattleboro Adventure – the Auckland Edition 