THIS WEEK IN REFLECTION
All day last Sunday Nick and I spent on our new yard. The grass was definitely longer than all the neighbors’, who had obviously (it’s true, I’ve seen it) already mowed more than once. First, you gotta roll the lawn, apparently, so it’s not lumpy. So Nick filled the roller with water and drove the lawn mower round and round to make our yard less like mashed potatoes. Meanwhile, I was raking up some soggy pine cone sort of things, along with downed twigs and old bark. It took me an hour to finish one area, after which I prompted quit and texted Biscuit:
I ended up inside the house reading a book, like I’m used to! But we haven’t exactly turned on the heat because it’s a solid 50 degrees (Fahrenheit, Australian friends) outside, and I’m cheap and we’re not yet living in this house. Nick reminded me that I brought over our basket of blankets, so I wrapped up like a burrito in probably five knitted blankets and sat on the floor to read the latest Biscuit Book Club Book. Because we don’t have furniture at the house, again, because we’re not yet living there.
Inside the house, the shower wall goes bap-bap-bap if you tap it at the bottom, which means the glue has come off and water (then mold) can get in there. I found a DIY video and had this great plan to fix it myself.
Come Monday, when Nick was at work, I pep talked myself and got busy on the shower project. I got a syringe with no needle from a local pharmacy, foaming Gorilla Glue, masking tape, packing tape, and found some random wood in my garage that I MacGyver-ed with some random crap to create a point of pressure. Really, all you need is some mismatched wood, a random tote, and bits of trash. I also learned that soap shelves hold so much more than soap, like my glue and tape and YouTube video that I kept pausing and playing. The only casualties in this endeavor were a screwdriver, a pair of pants, and half a can of Diet Dr. Pepper (RIP). Also, five days later and that Gorilla Glue has totally cured. On my fingernails. I mean, I haven’t gone back to check on this project yet.
Why was I running around getting stuff done on Sunday and Monday? Because Tuesday was a full day of grown up stuff: first the dentist, then voting, then groceries, and then a minor surgery. Okay, so I went to a dermatologist who didn’t like something she saw, and so she took a biopsy. The test came back with abnormal cells, which means no cancer, but could easily become cancer in the future, so I was scheduled for surgery. Now, in the past I’ve had doctors see things on my skin they “didn’t like.” It’s pretty common. Just one small shot (which is not my favorite thing), and they cut it off fast and use a little stick thingy to cauterize the area.
This was different. Next thing I know I’m in a procedure room with a lovely doctor drawing on me with a pen so he knows where to cut. OMG, what? And then I’m picking operating music. I chose Metallica. And then the nice nurse is saying “sorry” every time I get one of those horrible shots, and LOL, she said “sorry” probably a dozen times. Then the doctor comes back in and the whole procedure is the length of “Enter Sandman,” which is a much longer amount of time than anything I’ve done in the past. What a horrible experience that was also amazing.
I say amazing because the doctor was fantastic and kind and wow, he really has all the music and you can pick whatever you want, and thank goodness, because I spent the entire song picturing James Hetfield, Lars Ulrich, Kirk Hammett, and Jason Newsted (sorry to the new guy) just so I wouldn’t freak myself out and lose consciousness. Just me imagining: Here’s James Hetfield when he caught on fire. Here’s Lars Ulrich when he was mad at Napster. Here’s Kirk Hammett being a hippy. etc. Because by that point the surgery doesn’t hurt, but you still feel things moving without knowing what’s moving and why. Now I have about two inches of stitches on my back. Fortunately, I cannot look back there. Yay!
The nurse was also one of the most attentive people I’ve ever met in a health facility, and so I left overwhelmed and totally joyous, and that is a first for me. I also got a juice. So now I can’t move much or stretch in any fashion, nor can I lift more than 5 pounds or breathe hard or elevate my heart rate. And the stitches have to be cleaned twice per day.
Which is why on Friday I was in . . . CHICAGO! 😐😐😐 It’s Nick’s turn on the rotation to work in Chicago, so here we are. You want to know what Chicago is like? Go to your friend’s house, ask her to get in her car while you stand in front of it, and then just have her lay on the horn until you have a nervous breakdown. Also, outside was gross and rainy.
Unfortunately, I came into contact with a full-length mirror on Friday night and saw my back.
Saturday I walked very slowly to the American Writers Museum about half a mile away. However, this Sunday Lowdown is already extremely long, so I’ll share more about the museum next week.
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POST
I hope you guys enjoy the interviews I share, but if you prefer more book conversations — ooh, or more thinky posts, which I haven’t done in ages — let me know. I try to get a feel for what readers like and match my content if I can or want to (sometimes my interests are all-encompassing). How did you feel about Sara Rauch’s interview?
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POST
Hello, Aussie friends in particular. Next week I share my thoughts on The Words in My Hands, known in Australia as Future Girl, by a Deaf writer and artist named Asphyxia. The novel is a young adult, futuristic, light sci-fi story about a deaf girl who is introduced to Auslan and growing food just when things look dire for her and her mom. Post on Wednesday.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE
Owned Books on TBR at Beginning of Year: 202
Owned Books on TBR Last Week: 181
Owned Books on TBR Today: 181