Going postal

With a snowman that is!

Isn't this just the cutest guy?  And I

know I don't want snow, but what

else do you say when a snowman

is involved?  Without snow he'd

just be a slushie!

 

I had a crazy morning yesterday.

I stopped to get gas and discovered

my debit card missing.  I was on my

way to the bank to get some copies

for social security, so I reported it

missing and they canceled it and I

will be getting a new one.  Meanwhile,

she's doing the copies and I find it

stuffed down in the pocket of my wallet.

It slid down and I didn't realize it.  Oh 

well.  I should get the new one this

afternoon.  Then I get home and

realize the car registration is missing!

Not a good morning.  I call the bank

and sure enough they have it.  She had

forgotten to take it out of the copier.

I told her hang on to it and I'll pick

it up tomorrow when I get the new

card.  I hope today is better!

 

Tomorrow will be BUSY.  I have class

in the morning, then lunch with a friend

which works out because then I don't

have to go all the way home, turn around

and come back again.  I have to be

at the airport to pick up Larry and

Laurel (John's sister and hubby in case

I never mentioned it) who have been

basking in the sun in Florida.  But I

get something out of it.  We are stopping

at Outback on the way home.  I hope

it isn't too busy.  We'll get there early but

probably not early enough to beat the

entire Saturday night crowd.  I'm 

looking forward to it.  I haven't been

there since the first anniversary of

John's death.  

 

I need to make an appointment with

my orthopaedic doctor.  I'm worried that

he is going to want to do surgery.  The

cortisone shot lasted about 6 weeks 

this time.  Maybe 8.  Not long enough,

though.  He made some noises about

it the last time I was there.  I'm not

sure I'm in enough pain.  The pain is

pretty bad at night, though, and as I

am typing this it isn't pleasant.  I really

don't want to do it because I don't

have anyone who can help me.  I mean,

just stupid little stuff like opening the

dog food requires two hands.  The birds

would have to stay in their cages because

there's no way I can handle Lili with one hand.

It's not that I can't necessarily, just that

she would take advantage and make

me chase her around the top of

her playstand rather than step up.

She can be such a pain sometimes.

I certainly wouldn't be able to

drive for probably a week.  Even though 

I drive left handed, you still need

both hands to do things like back up.

I just need to talk to the doctor, think it all

over, pray about it

 and then make a decision.