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Sep. 24th, 2015 12:15 pmCortisone shots in both shoulders next Tuesday. I wish it could have been today, but of course it don't work like that. I just want the whole "hand somebody a copay once or twice a week for a couple of months" cycle to stop. If the cortisone can stop the inflammation cycle in my shoulders for a while, that would be nice too.
Since embroidery is sort of out these days, I picked up a Japanese-patterned coloring book the other day and was hanging out in Harvard Yard with that and some markers yesterday before rehearsal. I ended up in a half-hour conversation with a woman from Bosnia who was traveling on her own for the first time in her life. She and her mother and brother escaped from Kosovo in the Balkan wars and were cheated by somebody who said they could get them to Canada, so they had to sneak back into Bosnia eventually. She wanted to have a conversation in English because she's staying with somebody who speaks Bosnian and doesn't get to use her English as much as she wants. So that was nice. And my coloring will hopefully get better with practice (and maybe with less major consumption of coffee ice cream immediately beforehand).
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, helped along by Snip, who woke me up half an hour early making hairball noises. I scared her off the bed and she went and yarfed in the hallway, which is infinitely preferable. But I fail to see why she should be allowed to go back to bed for the rest of the morning. Actually, what I fail to see is why she should always be allowed to go back to bed for the rest of the morning, yarfage or otherwise. (And yes, I just invented that word.)
Because there's good stuff regardless of how much I complain, I'm glad I bought this sweater. This morning it was like wearing a hug. And it's an excellent shade of green.
Since embroidery is sort of out these days, I picked up a Japanese-patterned coloring book the other day and was hanging out in Harvard Yard with that and some markers yesterday before rehearsal. I ended up in a half-hour conversation with a woman from Bosnia who was traveling on her own for the first time in her life. She and her mother and brother escaped from Kosovo in the Balkan wars and were cheated by somebody who said they could get them to Canada, so they had to sneak back into Bosnia eventually. She wanted to have a conversation in English because she's staying with somebody who speaks Bosnian and doesn't get to use her English as much as she wants. So that was nice. And my coloring will hopefully get better with practice (and maybe with less major consumption of coffee ice cream immediately beforehand).
Woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning, helped along by Snip, who woke me up half an hour early making hairball noises. I scared her off the bed and she went and yarfed in the hallway, which is infinitely preferable. But I fail to see why she should be allowed to go back to bed for the rest of the morning. Actually, what I fail to see is why she should always be allowed to go back to bed for the rest of the morning, yarfage or otherwise. (And yes, I just invented that word.)
Because there's good stuff regardless of how much I complain, I'm glad I bought this sweater. This morning it was like wearing a hug. And it's an excellent shade of green.
