THIS WEEK IN REFLECTION
You know how some medical appointments happen every six months? I go to both the dentist and the dermatologist every six months, and I’ve weirdly got them on the same day. Something else happens the same day: voting. Twice now I’ve done all three in one day! When I vote, there is typically no line. With the old machines, I could see which number I was, meaning how many people voted before me. This number tends to be around 300, which is . . . not a lot. Tuesday, I waited in line for fifteen minutes despite there being many polling locations, and this is a strong indicator that folks are getting out to make their voices heard!
As I stood in line, teeth gummy with fluoride, I thought about the conversation I’d just had with the dentist twenty minutes earlier. I asked the dentist if he voted today. He said yes. I said that’s good; it’s good to know that your dentist participates in democracy. He said he’s always voted ever since 1978. I said, “Oh! Were you a hippie back then?” And he said, “I had hair if that’s what you’re asking.” I kind of was. 🤣
I really took my time voting. They have big tablet thingies now, and you touch the screen. We’re a long way away from the hanging chad days. The last three bits of the ticket asked if I wanted to keep three judges. I stood there and Googled them, considered their backgrounds and what legislation they’ve passed. In the past, I would not have gotten my phone out for fear of someone tackling me (can you have your phone out??), except I had watched a YouTube video asking Deaf people if they will vote, why they think it’s important, and if it’s easy to do. In the last part, a woman signed that she will not hurry her vote, and I took that to heart. As I was leaving, there was still quite a line. I quiet-shouted, “Yay, we’re voting!” and got a small “Woohoo!” back.
Then, that afternoon off to the dermatologist where I sat in the waiting room for over half an hour. Usually, that’s plenty of time for me to be nervous, but I kept thinking about the tools I’ve learned in therapy to help me stay calm. After I was called back and waiting for the dermatologist’s room, she came into the room to ask how I was. I said, “Nervous.” I reminded her that last time we met I had to have surgery. And she responded, “BUT! You didn’t diiiiie.” Okay, touche, skin lady. This visit was more comfortable because I knew how to dress better for the examination, and I really like this lady (I’m not sure what her title is. She’s got “DNP, RN, FNP-BC” after her name, and I don’t think any of those are doctor?) I did have another biopsy and thus commenced the waiting game where the phone rings to tell me if I have cancerous cells, abnormal cells, or I’m fine and dandy.
I wrote all of the above on Tuesday after it happened. Now it’s Saturday night, 30 minutes until midnight, and I feel like a body exhumed. I drove two hours to get to Indiana Deaf Fest and spent six hours interpreting, mingling, and trying to keep my head above water! Gotta be flexible in the interpreting field. I did eat the best ribs I have ever had, which were mad by a Deaf man, who was staffing a cooker in the snow, who has been bragging about his ribs to me for months. Then it was the two hours home, where I started thinking about how to sign some songs, including “Save a Horse, Ride a Cowboy,” for a drag show on campus tomorrow (three of us will be interpreting to practice, not for a consumer).
THIS WEEK’S BLOG POST
I am always pleased to share a Susan Stinson book with my followers, and I hope that you check out her work. Her vibrant details and boldly-written fat lesbians are sure to please and entertain you. If you enjoy a road novel, this is for you. If you enjoy one of those novels in which adults learn more about being an adult, this is for you. If you enjoy good writing, this is for you. If you missed my review of Venus of Chalk, go back and check it out.
NEXT WEEK’S BLOG POST
It’s a two-fer! I re-read the chunky mass market paperback sagas from the Wakefield twins. One covers their maternal side, and the other their paternal. Bizarrely, you can tell which one I love more back when I was a young person just by looking at how worn the pages are — and which one I remember the best. Francine Pascal (well, one of her ghostwriters) took me down memory lane, which I’ll share about on Wednesday with reviews of The Wakefields of Sweet Valley and The Wakefield Legacy: The Untold Story.
BOOKS ADDED TO THE TBR PILE
Owned Books on TBR at Beginning of Year: 202
Owned Books on TBR Last Week: 192
Owned Books on TBR Today: 191
After reading The Troop by Nick Cutter, a book that is basically Lord of the Flies if it had bio-horror, with my spooky book club, I asked if there are any gender-swapped Lord of the Flies novels out there. One club member pointed me to a list that included Beauty Queens.