CT Scan and other Scary Things

Standing outside the Radiology Department gulping down the last of my Berry Smoothie, I headed in for CAT scan and the unknown.  No liquids or food after 6am the doctor said.  You bet I woke up early and had a large breakfast at 5:35 a.m. 

Here I am sitting beside the donut shaped machine with my foot stretched out to prove, yes, I am really here.  The technician said to climb onto this very narrow platform, barely the width of my body.  What to do with my arms, which dangled precipitously over the edge.  "Don't move!" they said.  "Hold your arm up here."  I waited to hear the comforting words, "We are finished."  $4,000 later, and grateful for insurance, I await the doctor's report.  I'm glad that all went well no need to worry.  We will save that for another year. 

Brown, Blonde or in Between

Growing up I was a brunette.  I won't deny that often I fancied being a blonde.   I even daydreamed going on a cross country motorcycle trip, dressed in leather with a buff companion.  My unwritten bucket list placed it at, 'strongly attempt this'.

As is the case those hairs change colors around the mid forties.  It doesn't take long for the white to overtake the colored tresses.  Clairol became a trusted friend ala reddish, silver and golden highlights.  After noticing that blondes not only have more fun, but less gray.  My hairdresser recommended blonde highlights.  Next I suggested she keep adding more to camoflauge the white roots.  

Pretty soon I was officially a blonde and even sometimes acted like one.  Several people commented they liked it.  My do-it-yourself gave way to the professional touch.  People that haven't seen me for awhile, seem a bit surprised or make a comment. 

 This is my solution to the old lady white skunkish stripe and I feel years younger, too.   You decide if blonde, brown or inbetween is better. 

Lights and Wake-Up Call

The family went to town to see the lights on Temple Square and all the beauty going on.  I saw more than that, when waiting for the Trax train a man in a wheelchair smiled at me, but I turned away.  Feeling bad about my actions, I tried to make eye contact again.  He never looked back.  What makes one act unkind?

Later walking around holding hands and trying not to get separated from the grand children, a begger woman was asking for loose change.  I had none, but made it a point to mock her.  What had become of my Christian at Christmas deeds? 

I had to rethink my actions and have tried to be more thoughtful of those that may be invisible to us. 

A Searious Way With Words

I have become obsessed with Words With Friends on my ipad.  Currently seven games are in the process with friends and family.  I am losing some and surprisingly winning some.  I am in Scrabble heaven to tell the truth. 

I can't believe some of the words my opponents get away with.  No matter what ones I try, they are never qualified. I'm getting used to ' _____ is not an acceptable word'.  I really think there is bribing going on with the other person since their words make it through the judge.  Qi, re, se pass but que and snkx doesn't. 

Doesn't matter because after thirty years of drought, I am flooded with lots of friend and family that want to play the game.  Thank you for your competitiveness.  Please let me win once in a while. 

Countertop Capers

Our bar is the favorite 'dropping-off' location.  It works for a while until a very large item is set there, such as the old microwave after we get a new one or the electric roaster after the turkey dinner.  I try to ignore them, but how do you do that when they take up half of the space.  

We usually eat breakfast at the counter and often lunch as well on weekends.  I try not to say anything, but left for more than a few hours these items become 'elephants in the room'.  

The microwave was on the counter for six days.  I waited that long hoping he would notice it and do the manly thing.  It's been on the deck table for two months now.  I wonder would it still be on the counter today?

Today I picked up the roaster while getting breakfast, (which had only been on the kitchen counter overnight), Allan said, "I'll put that away tonight." 

"It is in my way now!" I said whisking it to the top of the basement stairs.  Still there waiting.

Oh, the joys of keeping the counters clean.   What is the magical secret? 

Today is Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen

On this day of November 12th, 2013, which numerically is 11-12-13, I went to the Jordan River Temple to do work for Grete Benke born 1645 in Germany.  It felt good to serve this member of my family, in such a beautiful building and such a special way. 

There will not be another 11-12-13 for one hundred years.  May you enjoy your day doing something significant, also. 

Gertrude Gladiola Glechtenbaum

Pulling my outdated but still amazing $100 dress from the back of my closet and a sporting a Pepto Bismal pink hat I picked up years ago at the DI, our office manager christened me, Gertrude Gladiola Glechtenbaum. 

Little did she know, Gertrude has been a favorite 'greatful granny' name of mine for years.  Greeting clients and putting on a happy somewhat goofy face, one repairman thought I was Little Bo Peep.  "I forgot my sheep!" I regretfully told him.  Oh, the joys of Halloween, dressing up and reinventing ourselves.