Today, my oldest biological daughter turns 56! It’s hard to believe she’s officially a “classic.” I haven’t seen her in years (and I have NO idea why; she just got mad one day and, poof, disappeared), but I hope she’s enjoying her life, probably contemplating how to take on the world while trying to remember where she left her glasses. Here’s to her having more fun today than a cat on a Roomba!
I am blessed with my other kids: Robin, Joe, Colleen, and Michele. They are all parents (or grandparents) now, and watching them take on the world is fun.
It’s T-1 for my angiogram, and all is well except for my sore muscles from the gymnastic exercises I was forced to perform. Standing on my single index finger and doing upside-down scissors with my legs tied to 100-pound weights was a little much.
It wasn’t clear which arteries were blocked, but two were blocked by roughly 70%. We hope they can reach the blockage without having to “open me up” like last time!
It looks like the LA Freeway map!!
At 10:00 am, we managed to escape and fled for the safety of Ralph’s Market, where we dodged the workout people by acting like normal humans doing their grocery shopping. We departed Ralph’s with eight bags full of goodies and three twelve-packs of soft drinks. With one eye looking forward, one eye looking back, and one eye making sure the bags did not fall, I krept across the parking lot and deposited everything in the trunk of The Silver Fox.
We gunned the engine, and with a mighty roar, the six cylinders, battery, wind-up spring, squirrel cage, and rockets came to life, spitting us out of the parking lot at breakneck speeds. We were off like a herd of turtles!
At 11:00 am sharp, our masseuse arrived to mess with my body even more! I told him that I was going to the hospital in the morning, and he asked if I was going to get a head transplant.
Careful of your eyes! I fell asleep almost instantly.
