Friday!

[susandennis]

I got up this morning and strapped on my new tape of tunes to walk to and set out. The new tape has a pace that is a little slower than the old tapes but actually much better. I still had to dodge sun but I'm hoping this is my last day for that. And I still don't have a set route but I'm kind of working on that as I go. Today I just started north and then went where the sun wasn't, where it was flat, and where the light was green. I didn't stop for nuthin and didn't time myself. Then, kind of magically, I ended up a block from home with the guy on the tape said 'you've just walked for 30 minutes.' It was good. Tomorrow, I flip the tape.

It seems kind of silly to need the tape but it takes the thinking out of the equation. I know I am keeping a good pace and don't have to think about it. I'm really getting into the whole thing and enjoying it and looking forward to it. Starting next week, I should be able to do it after work every day.

This morning I have a hair appointment at 10 to get a permanent. Thought I'd give it a try. If I hate it, I'll cut it all off. My hair is one of my hobbies, I think.

I'm monitoring work email this morning just to make sure there's no disasters and I got a request from one of the sales reps to change the graphic in a PowerPoint slide so he can use it in all his presentations. It's one of those maneuvers that takes me 2 minutes and would be impossible for him to figure out even if he had the software which he doesn't. I fixed it and sent it back. Then he sent me a note back that had a cute small picture of a bunch of roses and a thank you. This is not a guy who is great at software so his note took more than a little effort and I loved that he went to the trouble. It's the little things that make me happy and the little things that piss me off. It's all about the little things.

I got onto Mom's email last night to see if anything needed tending to and there was a note to her from my sister. So I figured I'd better respond. I sent her a note back telling her about Mom and sending her Mom's telephone number at the hospital. It's a test to see if she can handle it. One hint of her diva/entitled/drama-queen self and that's the last time she gets notified by me of squat. I am the executor of the estate. She is fucked.

The Mom Report: I waited until about 11 her time to call and she was in good spirits but still a little difficult to understand. I don't know if it's because of her dry mouth, the telephone connection or what. She said that she was waiting for someone to come so she could brush her teeth. She said she tried to get out of bed and fell so now they won't let her up and she doesn't want to try it. This does not sound great but she didn't sound particularly freaked about it. My sister had called, apparently, but Mom had to cut her off cause someone came in to do something.

Her regular doctor (the one I talked to) was in this morning and she said he got her drugs all sorted out. My brother should be there in another couple of hours. I hope he's not more trouble for her than he's worth. He wants so much to do good but he's just always off like about 20 pixels. And so is his wife but between the two of them, I think they will probably do fine. He does seem to rise to the occasion with Mom.

The only thing that seemed to have Mom really stressed was the Mariners. She is holding me responsible for their current downfall. They are not getting beat by better teams, they are beating themselves. The way they have played this week, mostly, they could have been playing nobody and the score would still be as bad. Sigh. The playoffs are slipping away...