Saruwatari Ayumi (junglemonkee) wrote,
Saruwatari Ayumi

The Long and Winding Road

Friday morning I picked up a rental car (it's an automatic because my other cars are both stick shift). Then I went and bought a case of exceptional mourvedre, then I went to the podiatrist where I had a cast put on my left leg.

"Why?" I hear you ask. Seriously. If you aren't asking, you'd be the only person who's crossed my path in the last four days who hasn't. And the answer is "because I got strep throat." Seriously.

Strep throat -> minor ankle twist -> augmentin for strep -> allergic reaction to augmentin -> weakening of all joints including twisted ankle -> treatment for allergy -> ankle doesn't heal -> cast

See? I'm being casted for strep throat. What's frustrating is that I got strep at the beginning of March, and it'll be the end of May before this is over. I feel completely betrayed by my aging body, although my body isn't that old! I used to be able to shake off anything and everything, but now even these seemingly-tiny things blow up into major medical catastrophes. I feel myself turning into that old person who, when asked "How are you?" replies with a litany of physical complaints, doctor's visits and medicines. I'm not ready for that. Even my own parents aren't that yet! On the other hand, having a cast but still being mobile leads to one perk that I can't argue with - handicapped parking.

But hobbling around on the cast is tiring, especially on this first day. I went and read at the CWC open mic, and found myself so tired and out of sorts that I was uncharacteristically rude to one of the frequent participants. Granted, this guy is a pain in the ass. Seriously. Just ask alleahna, because she's met him too. When pressed for a description, most people fail because mere words can't begin to capture his unique combination of inappropriate boundaries, inability to enunciate, lack of salivary control, constant lewd giggle and blatant refusal to understand the subtext of any conversation. I'm seriously considering giving further open mics at CWC a miss, but they really do perform a valuable service. Reading one's work aloud is necessary to make it saleable, in my view. And I enjoy the occasional gem that shows up at that reading.

I'd love to find a similar venue elsewhere, but alas...
The school year is drawing to a close, and with it, the Baby Goddess's experience as a Daisy, the kindergarten version of Girl Scouts. In the midst of winter it seemed that she'd soured on it a little, but she's back in the swing of things and loving it. She's earned all her patches and her little tunic, which had been a vast, blank, blue expanse, is full of little swatches of color that bespeak her jumping up and down screaming in various places.

We finished the whole dripper system. By "we," I mean the Pirate, but still. Now the plants that we planted last week will have the constant water that made our San Jose garden such a rousing success. My one fear is that in this particular venue, we haven't established the same kind of ecosystem. The first bugs to show up have been mosquitoes, and we don't yet have an adequate predator for them yet...

The weather is finally lovely enough for drying clothes on the line. There's something kind of zen about taking the time to put clothes up on the line. I have to touch each and every piece of cloth, smoothing wrinkles and flattening things like napkins and handkerchiefs so that they dry flat. On the other hand, after several years of this, I think that the bath towels will go into the dryer. Drying oneself with a shingle leaves something to be desired...

First thing Sunday morning I met alleahna at Coffee Cat in Scott's Valley. I love that place because they have comfortable chairs and good wifi and lots and lots of outlets. alleahna and I swapped stories and gave each other some suggestions and help and it was a fabulous way to spend the morning, actually writing. I'm feelnig good about making that a priority again.

The Daisies' mother/daughter event happened Sunday afternoon at Petroglyph. It was fun, but I didn't realize that Petroglyph can be sort of expensive. I made a lovely pair of matching chopstick bowls in deep gold and soft green. I think I'm going to re-gift them, since our hutch is currently full to bursting with bowls. Seriously. We could eat nothing but soup and cereal for a week and never have to wash dishes.

After the fun of pottery painting, we stepped across the street to 99 Bottles of Beer on the Wall, which bills itself as "a family pub." We walked in and obeyed the sign that said to seat ourselves, but it took a full 10 minutes for the waiter to come to our table and give us menus. We picked our food, but it was another 10 minutes before we were able to place our order. Our waiter didn't have a pencil on him, but swore that he'd remember our order, which meant that when we saw him another 15 minutes later, we didn't get what we ordered. At this point, we were so hungry that I didn't care. It was a good thing, too, because we didn't see our waiter again. I ended up getting our check from someone else, and was scandalized that a chicken caesar salad, basket of fries and two sodas was $20. I left a $20-bill on the table with a note on the bill that read "no service = no tip." If the place had been so crazy busy that it was standing room only I would have understood, but no. He was just a sucky waiter.

When we got home, the Baby Goddess and I took a nap. It's not often that I am able to fall asleep in the middle of the day, but man, I crashed like a ton of bricks. The wonderful Pirate let me sleep for a couple of hours, thoroughly recharging my batteries. There's nothing like a nap.

In all, I got to spend a lot of quality time doing things that matter to me. It felt like a really well-spent, focussed weekend, and it feels like I haven't had one of those in a while.

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