If you're a lazy ass, what does that make me?

Smart?

sj, have fun getting your hair done!

I think it makes me a lazier ass, since I have actual work that I'm really behind on.

I hate to say this to the people dealing with snow, but god it's a gorgeous day here. Naturally, it's a day when I really need to be at the computer and not working in the yard.

It's raining and icky here. Actually, it goes back and forth between rain and snow. At least the rain keeps the snow from sticking. But, mostly, it's just icky.

It's snowing here and it is sticking. Yuck. I am so sick of this.

I'm off to drive very very slowly to my hairdresser's place. Have a good day Bitches!

Sorry about the icky. We have had a lot of dreary rain, but not really a bad winter, except for the ice storm that left a good size chunk of my neighbor's dead tree in my backyard. I have to get back there with the chainsaw, but it's one of those jobs that is so big that you look at it a while, then go back inside and lie down.

It's mostly snow here, and we're supposed to go to a family meeting sort of thing at in-laws (siblings, not parents), tonight. It's a long story, and it's ostensibly to plan something happy, but there's been tensions in the planning. The meeting is in a town closer to Somerville, where they've mostly had rain. They thought dh was being difficult when he suggested postponing it due to the weather. *sigh*

I really love my in-laws (siblings and parents), but sometimes, they make me ecstatic to have been an only child.

Ok...I'm starting on one of my projects. Wish me luck! I'm taking apart a blanket so I can put a quilt batting in it, tie it, then put it back together. This is gonna be a pain in the ass.

Shock of all shocks -- I went to the drugstore near my apartment, and they actually had what I was looking for! (This is a first, btw. They are the worst stocked "convenience store" in the history of the universe. But they had latex gloves.)

Am now bleaching. Will dye in 20 minutes.

Luck, vw!

It snowed here yesterday. At first I was a little peeved, what with being so sick of snow and it's March already, dagnabit. But, it was such a pretty snow. One of those where the flakes stick together so they come down like big lacy doilies that drape themselves over your head. I felt quite decorated in the time it took me to get from the car to the stairwell. It's renewed the layer of snow outside and it really looks quite pretty. And not enought to be a real nuisance. I think I can live with it for a few more days.

From Traverse City, huh? Hey, maybe it's P-C who almost had a new republican boyfriend!

I don't think so. Traverse City is the gay captial of the Midwest. Second in gay population to Key West, FL. I'm willing to bet it's pretty darn blue in voting habits.

Susan, much ~ma to your dad and your family. One way that heart damage can cause strokes is that if the rhythm is irregular, the blood can pool in a chamber of the heart long enough to form clots that, when the heart beats again, are sent out into the bloodstream.

I just called the hospital, and my Aunt Brenda was there--by training she's a nurse, and before she retired she was a fairly important administrative type at that very hospital, so she knows her stuff, and doctors know better than to be evasive around her. Anyway, that's exactly what she described. One of the scans/tests they ran on his heart showed that the damaged part isn't moving properly (I promise this sounded more medical and logical when she explained it, but I can't remember the terms she used), so they think that's causing the clots.

I also spoke to Dad, and he's in good spirits. He seems a tiny bit out of it, though. He didn't recognize my voice immediately, but I'm choosing to blame the phone for that, since different phones, especially cheap ones, can change tone quality, and he's quite a bit hard of hearing. (Family trait--mine's a bit subpar already, and I'm 40+ years younger than he is.) Also, he thought Dylan must be at work, which meant his days of the week are a bit scrambled, but the same thing happened to me when I was in the hospital having Annabel. You lose a lot of your cues in that environment.

Anyway, they're running a test on Monday that hopefully will determine once and for all that it's the heart damage rather than cancer. And it's the kind of test where they know and analyze the results right away, which is always good.

I'm so thoroughly convinced it's not cancer after talking to Aunt Brenda that I'm not worried about that part. I figure this is a treatable thing, and we'll go on. But I still hate these reminders that my parents are in their 70's, and mortality is a looming cloud rather than a distant shadow. I just hope they both live long enough and stay of sound mind long enough for Annabel to be able to remember them.