A rambling Sunday

I just received a lecture from Twitch on how I should get out more. And I should spend less time on the computer. And that blogging has adversely affected my life. He says the computer is eating my soul. I replied that the cat is eating my soul, starting with my toes.

He's got a lot of damned gall. That's all I can say.

This coming Thursday is graduation day at the college he attended. Most of his friends are graduating then. Thursday is also the day Superman and I are leaving for Delaware, where we will participate in the exciting east coast blogger jamboree. (Spo has a lovely post about the upcoming Blog-o-rama, including a list of the blogs of the attendees.) Twitch really wants to go to Charlotte on Thursday but of course he has no car and can't drive, and we need for him to be here to supervise the Diva/Sproing chaos. Twitch is not happy about this. He suggested we call in a friend to stay with the kidlets, or farm them out until Friday. He supposes he can get one of his friends to bring him back to Greenwood, a 140 mile, three hour trip. I have my doubts. His idea is to ride up with us, since we'll be going through Charlotte on our way to the Mid Atlantic states.

But no, we don't have any resources to get someone else to stay here with the kids. We pretty much have no friends here. That isn't entirely true, but we don't go out much at all and haven't socialized with any of our old friends in a very long time. I can't just call up someone I've not talked to in over a year and say "hey, wanna come over and be subjected to terrible behavior from careless ungrateful teenagers?" Not gonna happen. As unpleasant as this is, he's gonna have to get used to it.

In other news, I got a call from Light this morning. She has a new boyfriend. Actually, I think this is her first boyfriend. She previously had a girlfriend, but they broke up a year or so ago. Last night was the first date with the boyfriend. It lasted until this morning. They talked a lot. He asked her to go steady with him (but not in those words). He is absolutely wonderful, so I was told. I'm very excited for her.

I'm more excited about this boyfriend than I was about the girlfriend. Although I liked the girl, I didn't think she was a good match for Light. I don't have a problem with her being partnered with a girl. At least I like to think it doesn't bother me. The way she talked about this boy, though, she's way more enthused than I ever heard her being about the girl. And being in a heterosexual relationship will probably be easier, socially, than if she were with another woman. Am I talking too much? Am I making excuses? I don't know. It's early yet. But I have a good gut feeling about this fella. I'm going to try to not overthink this thing. We'll see how things progress.

My dad goes into the hospital tomorrow to have a heart valve replaced with a pig part. He's going into the shop for a valve job. Do you remember (are you old enough?) when that guy got a heart transplant from a baboon? I think it was a baboon. It was a huge step in medical science. The guy lived for not very long. Maybe hours, maybe a couple of days. I'd look it up except I'm too lazy. Anyway, Daddy isn't having his entire heart replaced, only one of the valves in his heart. And the donor is a pig. We've been teasing that it's an Arkansas Razorback hog. He'll be yelling "PIG SOOIE" when he roots for his Florida Gators.


Today, 17 March 2013, is our 30th anniversary. Thirty years ago today Superman and I went down to the Fulton County courthouse and were married by the prison chaplain of the Fulton County prison system. It was a cold rainy day. I wore my favorite overalls. I still have them, they're saved in my cedar chest along with my wedding dress. We had one of those traditional wedding things a month later on the 16th of April where all the friends and relatives came and did that celebrate thing. We did that mainly for my Mama. I liked the St. Patrick's Day wedding better, though I have more pictures of the second one. Don't have any pics of the first one, actually.

Forgetting to Remember

To: me
From: Superman
Subject: Happy Anniversary
7:12 AM
You just looked so cute lying there asleep, I couldn't bear to wake you.

After my deal at the orthopedist, I'll drop by the house.

Love you bunches!

Da Hubsband

And he brought me three red roses, one for each decade. Isn't he the sweetest guy? We've been married 29 years now. It just gets better. 

And I had forgotten our anniversary completely. Totally. Didn't have a clue. I remembered 29-A last month, the anniversary of our official legal wedding. Today is 29-B, the anniversary of the day we had the "pretty" church wedding that my mother wanted. 

He took me out to lunch today, too. We went to our default restaurant, the locally owned pizza place that does brick oven pizza and specialty beers. Good stuff! 

Oh, and his deal at the orthopedist was getting a cortisone shot in his shoulder, the one he did not have surgery on to repair his rotator cuff six years ago. And he does not need surgery on this shoulder, thankfully. He's got some inflammation in the ligaments, that's all. In case you wondered. 

I need to write a follow-up to the camping adventure. That will come soon. Really. 

 

Happy snippets

Remember the grief I had with The Boy last Wednesday? We discussed whether or not I should go up to visit him Sunday (yesterday). I did not go, though Superman and Twitch did. (Then they drove up to Charlotte to return Twitch to his college abode.) According to Superman, Sproing was a thing of beauty and a joy until the next breakdown. He was pleasant, respectful, and all-around fun to be with. I sent one of his little toy cars (he loves vehicles) for Superman to give him, and he was glad to get it.

It gets even better. Sunday evening Sproing called me. And still he was pleasant, friendly, interesting. Then he apologized for the way he treated me last Wednesday!! 'Bout knocked my socks off. I told him I appreciated his apology, I forgive him, and mentioned that I did not like that last visit. He seemed relieved to be forgiven. I will be there this Wednesday, too. We have a family therapy session right before visiting hours, so I need to go anyway. But now I want to go. That makes a significant difference.

I took another one of those little tests today. (He calls it a quiz, but it seems more like a small test to me. In my head there is a difference.) I did some studying on Saturday, then crammed some more this morning. I feel confident about my performance on this one. And I got the score from last week's test. I made another 100%! That makes me happy.

It's time to register for next semester's courses. I want to get it done soon so I can get into the classes I need. Thing is, I'm not sure what I need. That's what I should be doing right now, really. I printed out my transcript this afternoon, and I need to work out what I've got, what's required, what I need, and how and when to get those classes.

In looking over my transcript I observed that so far, for the two semesters I've already been here in school, I am carrying a 4.0 GPA. I really like that, and want to continue that trend, but I need to work on being OK with myself if I don't make a 4.0 this semester. There is some question now as to whether I can pull an A out of Research Methods. I got a sorry start, and am not working as hard as I should. I made a low A on the latest test.

I had a good weekend. I watched a few movies, some from Netflix and one DVD. I picked up "Waitress" from the $5 bin at K-Mart Sunday morning, and Diva and I watched it together in the afternoon while Superman was driving all over this corner of the state. It was a good movie, but even better, it was a good time of sitting together with my youngest daughter.

When the movie was over we went into the kitchen to figure out what to do for supper. She was in the mood for scrambled eggs, and decided she would fix eggs for me. She followed her daddy's recipe, but in her inimitable style. (translation: she got most of the ingredients right, but got the proportions and the cooking time and temperature wrong) Bless her heart. Even though I had to warm my plate in the microwave so the eggs would be warm enough to eat, and they were slightly rubbery, I was touched by her desire and attempt, and I ate the eggs without complaint. Good mommy points? The two of us got along well, which doesn't always happen. I'm not sure if that means anything to her, if it was of any significance in her strange little world, but I'm not worried about that today. I'm enjoying my experience of getting along with the girl.

Superman and I went out together Sunday morning to pick up a few things for the house. I finally got a wall clock for my office. Been meaning to pick one up for months. I figured I'd get a cheap plain round plastic run-of-the-mill clock, but when we were looking over the selection I saw one I like much better. I'll tell you now that I will take a picture of it once we get it on the wall and post it here so you can see it. I say that, but I haven't used my camera in a few months, and the only pictures I've posted have been from the internet, not ones I took myself. Why? I dunno. I've got some kind of resistance thing going with my camera right now. There may be some deep unconscious psychological significance to it, but I don't care. I see it. It's sitting there on the corner of my little desk, taunting me. We'll work it out eventually. Hey, maybe I should name it. Patrick recently wrote about his camera Camille, who has gone missing. An anthropomorphic camera somehow seems more friendly than that little box of [magic digital computerized camera parts] sitting over there.

*sigh* I tried to write about my new wall clock (it's a cat with a clock in its belly, but it looks much better than that sounds) but ended up philosophizing about my relationship with my camera. That's probably a sign that I'm tired. I ramble when I get tired. Have you ever noticed? Wrapping up here; I had a good weekend and have a few pleasant things to report. See above for more detail than you ever wanted.

warm wishes to all and sundry

Wait! I remember what I came here to tell you about in the first place. Today, November 2nd, is the 27th anniversary of my engagement to Superman. He proposed to me on this date back in 1982. It was Tuesday, election day, though I have no clue who was running. It was not a presidential election year. Other than that, I got no clue. Doesn't matter. What does matter is that Superman asked me if I'd marry him. I said yes. It was evening, and I was sitting in his lap telling him a story (probably long, boring, and rambling) about something that had happened to me that day, and in the middle of the story the topic of my future and my relationship with him came up. He asked if I'd marry him, I said yes, and then continued with my story. We did not discuss it at all that night, but the next day I thought about it all day long. We discussed it for hours Wednesday night. Eventually we got married, had a few kids, and I started blogging. What else is there? :)