Good luck with the surgery, Susan!

~ma, Susan!

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Good luck, Susan!

The hospital we use is Catholic Church owned, and there's a big cemetery across the street from its cardiac care wing. I always thought it was ironic to look out from the sun room and see smokers who couldn't light up inside congregated on the sidewalk in front of it. Sort of a "get used to the view!" type moment.

Ugh. I have been sleeping terrible and having weird dreams and I think I am desperately in need of a new mattress. But going and getting one and dealing with getting rid of my current one seems like such a pain.

There is a slight gap between my refrigerator and the end of the kitchen counter. Last night I dropped a piece of cheese into that gap and glared at it, because no way I could reach it with fingers or chopsticks or whatnot. I glared around my apartment for a moment, then went over and picked up one of my smaller swords. It reached beautifully, and I stabbed the offending piece of cheese and removed it. I may have waved it in the air triumphantly for a little bit.

Obviously this means I need to buy a sword. You know, for practical reasons.

I glared around my apartment for a moment, then went over and picked up one of my smaller swords. It reached beautifully, and I stabbed the offending piece of cheese and removed it. I may have waved it in the air triumphantly for a little bit.

This is GLORIOUS. You may have made my day with this story.

Really, it's just a tool for those moments when you want to poke something just out of reach. It also works on the TV power button.

I often want to poke things that are just out of reach. Starting to be sad I sold all my swords.

I still have my two-handed bastard sword, called Present, which was a Christmas present from my beloved thirty years ago, and I have Sting hanging on the end of a book case. The sword I used for the cheese is a battered Knights of Columbus ceremonial sword I found in a thrift store.