YES!

In which our Lady continues in Awesomeness. 

Briefly:

1.       There is no sign that my cancer is growing back yet.  I will do another MRI in 3 months.

2.       I can drive again.  I feel so free, so unhampered, the possibilities are so limitless!  I’ve already taken the car out for a spin—to buy dinner for myself and my family.

3.       I am so tired.  I have obviously been overexerting myself due to anxiety.  I can’t wait to sleep.

4.       I feel very relaxed right now and therefore have no intention of sitting in front of my computer and straining my tired eyes.  Goodbye for now.

Don't Leave

In which our Lady’s Mother-in-law Flies in from “The Lower 48.”

Dear Mother-in-Law Dianne,

Please don’t ever leave me again.  I will admit that my reasons are mostly selfish.  For the last month and a half of your Christmas vacation, I have had to beg for rides from people all over this side of town.  People are willing, but I am so tired of asking.  The last few weeks, I decided to quit asking and I just stayed home all day long every day.  BOR.ING.  I am also very tired of having no relief from my child.  She’s cute, but she gets antsy when she can’t leave the house.  Oh, and have I told you yet that after you left  Eva would periodically run up to the door whenever she heard a sound outside and expectantly say “Grammy?”  Apparently, I just don’t cut it.  But for now I will push my jealousy aside and express gratitude for your willingness to do so much for my family.  Please, don’t leave for the rest of winter. I may die in your absence, if my daughter doesn’t expire first.

Beseechingly yours,

Tara

P.S. Thanks for driving me to my hair-cut appointment tomorrow morning at 11:30.  I’ll see you here at 11:20?

The Trouble with Wednesdays

In which our Lady sees a flaw in the Calendaring system 

The trouble with Wednesday is that it comes every week.  It is true, Wednesday never fails.  It is something awful to see a hulking Wednesday muscling in after a particularly fine Tuesday.  The problem with Wednesday is this: it’s in the middle of the week.  It is the day I never seem to have anything scheduled.  It is the day that inevitably ends up being the coldest and therefore the most house-shut-in day of the week.  It is the day that my energy level peaks after several days of rest from the weekend, and conversely the day that Jon’s exhaustion catches up with him and therefore makes the evenings truly boring.  It is the day that things I’ve ordered from Amazon should have arrived but haven’t, the day that leads inevitably to paperwork or some other organizationally boring task. 

Eva feels the same way about Wednesdays.  Despite her inability to speak full paragraphs, or even full sentences clearly, she makes her preference known.   At 11 am she brought me my shoes, hat, and scarf.  She insisted I put them on, perhaps hoping that an outdoor excursion would follow.  Alas, 3 degrees is just enough to keep me staunchly indoors.  She had failed.  With nothing better to do than watch Baby Einstein again, Eva eventually consented to go down for a 3 hour nap. 

In the meantime, I wile away my hours by cooking, reading, and blogging.  It is inevitable that I have a streak of mind-boggling efficiency on this the most lingering of days.  I even manage to do some Christmas shopping online, wishing the whole time that I could drive a car and go do it in person.  This from a self-proclaimed home-body who greatly dislikes both shopping and stores.  The trouble with Wednesday is that I had a seizure 3 months ago and by law can’t drive for a while.  (Sigh)  Tonight I will urge Jon to drive me somewhere.  Instead, he will sneakily fall asleep on the couch before we’ve even had dinner.  It is then that the dullness will drive me insane, and then who knows what will happen!  At this point, I feel that my options are either to sleep straight through from Tuesday to Thursday, possibly stealing my own car out of the garage and driving illegally, shopping online and spending exorbitant amounts of money, or the writing of knock-off poetry.

Wednesday, Wednesday, can’t take that day.

Wednesday, Wednesday, you’re all that I hoped you wouldn’t be.

And Thursday morning—I can guarantee,

That in a week, Wednesday will again be here with me…