Stayed up late last night and watched The Colour Purple on TV. I don’t know why I never saw it; I’ve never been much good at contemporary cultural icons. Am I the last person in North America who didn’t know Oprah Winfrey started out as an actress? Got a kick out of spotting “Larry Fishburne” in the credits as a very young man in a tiny role. I’ve fairly recently come to recognize and appreciate him as “Grissom”’s replacement on CSI. (So, sue me!) Anyway the movie was definitely worth the loss of sleep. I should probably see Titanic and Les Miserables too and all the other things I haven’t seen in spite of much of a life spent in and around theatre – but don’t wait for my review.
I’ve lost an entire week since last writing. Oh, I know where it went; I just didn’t get a lot of use out of it. I have a friend who spent the same week travelling to and from Mississippi and helping to repair someone’s house there so the contrast is alarming. I did laundry and even vaccuumed a floor or three but some of the laundry isn’t hung up yet!
Spent two days in and around Chatham, another two going to and from Windsor (twice) and the better part of yesterday in Blenheim. I was “home” Friday but my daughter bribed the Ed with Chelsea buns to deliver a truckload we’d picked up in Windsor and we hadn’t seen their kitchen reno yet so . . . . You see how it goes. Pleasant enough week for the most part but not exactly productive.
Ever since my last visit to the GP I’ve been chasing around being tested for things I know perfectly well aren’t wrong with me and that’s discounting the tests I haven’t (and probably won’t) schedule. I’m in remarkable shape for the shape I’m in and if the stress tests and cardiograms and scans and monitors haven’t sent my blood pressure through the roof , not to mention the cost of the fuel to drive to and from all these clinics, I may be around for awhile yet. Of course, at the rate I’m getting things done, it won’t be much benefit but I can perhaps annoy my kids a bit longer. Come to think of it, I may have spent more on fuel per capita than the carloads of Londoners driving to and from Mississippi!
My son and his wife have discovered that their expected second child is a brother for their daughter. I hope he’s just like my son and I plan to stick around to watch him handle a knockout teenage girl and a boy like himself. Paybacks are a bitch! Just thinking about it makes me almost cackle! On the down side, for the first time in my life I actually wish I were rich so I could help them with the cost of major renovation on their small suburban Toronto home.
The shape I’m in may be going to change – for the better, I hope, for a change. The internist conducting all the tests is going to try pretty hard to convince me to have bariatric surgery and I’ve been impressed with him so I can’t entirely discount his advice in spite of having put the idea behind me a couple of years back after pretty intensive research. I’ve been keeping a food journal of sorts in preparation for the preparation as I find myself more inclined to go for it this time. I keep thinking why didn’t I do it years ago but that’s not a valid argument for not doing it now. I’m not as old as I often feel and might feel younger if I weren’t lugging a couple of hundred extra pounds around. (There’s a reason my heart is strong.) The other factor is that I wouldn’t actually have “qualified” until fairly recently nor liked the odds for success. They’ve made some pretty impressive strides and I can even have it done in Detroit with the long preparation done in Windsor which means a lot of commuting but at least no prolonged residence in another city or even country. I am at least inclined to listen to the doctor and maybe make a start as I will get older whether or not I get slimmer and might keep doing so longer in the latter case.
I’ve done a bit of culling and filing and organizing in the studio but haven’t anything pretty or unusual or even ghastly to display. I’ve been knitting but that’s not looking like much either yet. Mostly I’m just culling and sorting and organizing my head which at least doesn’t show the mess when company comes. Got company coming Tuesday so tomorrow I’ll prepare some foodstuffs and Wednesday I’m back in Windsor again for what I sincerely hope is the last of the tests for awhile. The whooshing sound you hear is that of another week speeding past me.
