This is a little weird because this is before my “first” posting. But I am filling in with things that I had written in my Palm before I posted to the blog the first. Does that make sense? And as I go through, I am editing and adding and taking away things. So–it’s the morning and I am at the coffee shop after working out at the Y. Started Atkins fat fast–went to Lund’s yesterday and bought the stuff. D. is not pregnant.
Whoa– say what? She had gone in for a check up and was told she had an enlarged uterus. She is going in for an ultrasound on Monday. Fibroids, she’s thinking. I don’t really know what that means. But the doctor said, oh, wait a minute, we can’t do these procedures if you are pregnant. Are you? Have you had your period? Hmm. Pregnancy test time.
This is really shocking (yes, shocking) because I have been fixed. Had a vasectomy two years after Liam. And that started me thinking about my mom’s mom being 40 when my mom was born, and my dad’s parents having a child in their forties and my oldest brother having a child when he was in his forties.
We’ve broken the curse. The pregnancy test was negative. It seems lighter out today. The sun may already be rising earlier in the morning. Have to remember to check on that.
Hungry again. Did the treadmill. Walking is abot half of what the ellipt is as to calories. Went to Kerri’s doctoial violin recital last night. Got in for the second half. All pieces by twentieth century women. There was an accompaniast and the piece was listenable. Very fun. The University orchestra was doing the firebird at 7:30. I was able to retreat last night about seven. That was good. So pretty much everyday this week I have gotten out in the morning.
200312110725 Nina’s. Billy is in a really talkative mood. He is in here every morning that I am. There is something about him. He reminds me of the low IQ–high functioning handicapped people that I used to work with. And I am thinking about how this place is great for him because he loves to talk and ask questions and argue with people, some of whom seem to get tired of him, but his audience is always changing. Baristas come and go.
Overate yesterday. My manager took the seven of us in our department out to lunch at Axel’s, a fairly fancy-schmantcy place to eat.
Yesterday was an early release day for the kids. the boys were sliding on our hill. Keeve called for Shea, his little brother Shea called for Anders, Liam was left behind. There “was no room for Liam.” Tom drove them to the sliding hill and dropped them off with a cellphone. Yucky. At one level, just Tom trying to deal with the early release day. But I feel such sorrow for Liam. I remember that so clearly from my childhood–“you can’t come in” “we’re going but you can’t come with us” boy that is hurtful.
Until I get the ability to change the date, this entry will appear here….(I want to back-date but oh well.)
Felt wonderful to be invited to Martha’s backyard for the Fourth of July and “twizzlers” as Dorothea and Liam called them. I don’t think anyone even went to the big fireworks.
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The allergy season started in ernest yesterday, August 11. As D. pointed out, we usually go for a bike ride on the first bad allergy day. Also discovered that Vancenase, my nasal cortocosteroid aerosol of choice, is “no longer available.” Don’t know why and am looking into it. That bugs me because it has worked very well and I wonder what bad stuff it did that it was pulled.
Golfed Saturday morning. Paired up with this guy, a tax and something–finance?–attorney. He’s probably a pretty good golfer, but it was the first time he’d been out this year. So we were a pretty even match. I shot a 58, my second best score so far. Dismal by other standards. Plenty of room for improvement, progress that I sure I will make. His suggestion, besides keep my head down and “have you ever swung a baseball bat?” was to go out and drink a six-pack while playing and relax. The relax is not bad advice in anything. He was kind of chronically cussing himself out, and that is one thing that I think I have been successful in not doing. He left me his business card and said he”ll be out every Saturday morning at 6 from here out.
Golfed today, out there before six. It is such a wonder deal to be able to get out and golf when there aren’t a lot of other people around. It is a great time of day, too. I did a 63, which is my par. I hit a 3 metalwood off every appropriate tee with good to not too embarassing results. I went out yesterday too. And Kent and Jim were playing ahead of me. Interesting emotional issue for me. I was thinking that they had arranged to go out together, which is fine, but nonetheless I was dealing with issues of exclusion. What they told me later was this: Jim said that he was out there at 5:45, was going down the fairway and Kent, at about 6:00, came on the tee. He saw, and got his attention, and joined up with him. That all makes sense and is totally against the automatic feelings of exclusion that came up. To my credit, I think I dealt with it, or at least didn’t totally go into a tailspin. Something that I need to work on is that when I think I am dissed I develop a huge dose of standoff-ishness, and I was doing that for sure. Definitely a defense mechanism. Definitely maladaptive. The only way out of that is a totally Zen thing, though, as far as I can tell. I just have to be removed from it? Went to the driving range. Wasn’t real happy with the way it went, but I noticed that yesterday too. And this morning when I play, I felt that what I did on the driving range didn’t apply.
So far, this has been great. This has been the latest that my allergies have not started. Did have a watery, irrated eye last night, and I got up and took a claritin. I have my nasal spray ready to go.
On the course teeing off about 6:15. I wasn’t going to go; I was thinking resting. But since I was up, what the heck. When I pulled up, K.’s jeep was there, but he wasn’t on the tee. I realized that I only had 4 balls. I hit my tee shot with the 3 metal wood, slicing into the woods, hitting a tree, and having no idea where my ball went. So I swallowed my pride, walked down the fairway (there was a guy who came up to the tee right after me), dropped my ball, and hit a 6 iron for tee and fairway shots there after. I got a 55, my best round ever. A truly Zen round of golf.
Also, went on Saturday afternoon between thunderstorms. M. was at a friend’s and L. had a playdate. I determined that 63 was par for me.
Went to Highland Executive this morning, between thunderstorms. Still not keeping score; hit two good 3 woods shots and two bad ones. I think that I am getting the timing of the coil down better. On Hole Three, did a muligan, tossed back out in the fairway, but then hit a good straight six iron shot, followed by another, then a seven onto the green (far edge) and two putted. That was a great series.
Three days, hit balls four times. Fourth day, nine holes.
Started taking claritin on Monday. Starting to get that fatigued feeling that I think is the beginning of the allergy season. The corn is tassling, and that I think corresponds to ragweed.