Hello Fellow Travelers, I'm back!
I took a little break, I was afraid I'd given myself Carpel Tunnel Syndrome, and my spouse took one look at the ridiculous way I was typing and insisted that I suspend all my typing activities until a doctor looked at my right hand. Probably because of the tumor, I fell and shattered my left elbow in '08. My whole life I was a Southpaw. I always admired people with pretty penmanship which, as a group, lefties are not known for. Realizing early on that I would never win a penmanship award (if I could find a school that still awarded them), I focused on bold printing. While my printing never achieved the Spartan elegance of an architect or a
graphic designer, it was, at least, legible.
To answer the health questions: I seem to have developed tendinitis The good news about that tendinitis requires no surgery. Thank you tumor! The bad news is my right hand was the one that worked, it doesn't now at all. So while two more big, medical, brains mulled over my many ailments, I left their offices without any more information and a wasted morning! To help my right hand, I'm cutting back at least until I can type with two hands again. I will post on Mondays and Fridays, I wouldn't want to be too prolific, now, would I?
I was going to use this as a PS, but it's bugging me too much as a mother and a gourmet . I hear more and more about kids doing crazy things with and because of, bath salts. Bath salts? I'm going to go on about it for so many reasons, first of which is I really don't understand it. What are the kids doing with bath salts? Is "bath salts" slang for something else? Are they talking about the salts that look kind of pretty and you get them as sort of a lame gift and they smell like old ladies? Like, really old ladies? The bath salts that if you get them as some sort of gift from someone who obviously doesn't know or understand you so you relegate the pretty container to the Guest Bath where it gets all dusty and cobwebby? Those bath salts? What on Earth are those poor children doing with them and why? Can you say "Bath salts are a serious problem affecting our young people."with a straight face? Try, I'll wait. Can't do it, can you? Me neither.
I don't like taking any controversial issues on, especially in my present condition, so allow me to go out on a limb here. Is that the best the kids can do? Bath salts? I can't even type it with a straight face. What happened to the big movement to legalize pot? I, myself do not partake, but also have no issue with those that do. Who am I kidding? The litmus test is "Would you allow and encourage any child you loved to smoke marijuana?" And the answer is "Probably, not." But bath salts? Poor kids! What brainiac came up with that? The same mastermind who discovered Whippets? ( I also am out of the loop there, I thought Whippets were skinny dogs used in racing) And what genius discussion, from what think tank thought ingesting bath salts would be a great idea?
Bath salts? Why not lamp finials or kitty litter? I thought I was keenly aware of all manner of trouble-the-kids-might-get-into but I guess I have new issues to consider. How about the little balls used to fill plush animals? Hershey's chocolate? Any kind. Glue from expensive stationary, just the envelopes? Where's Julie Andrews when we really need her? She should be singing about a few of my favorite things. Bath Salts? Really? That's the new heroin? Really. Because bath salts make me smile. Unless I'm really bored, which I am most of the time. I will be concerned if I need to be. If I can stop laughing long enough to research bath salts. Again, who am I kidding? I think it's not a problem for me and therefore not a necessary log on my 'Bonfire O' Stress' which is always burning. I will not research bath salts, no matter what Dr. Phil says. I've got brain cancer to worry about. I don't have time to see if bath salts or Beanie Babies or designer sheets pose a serious threat to our (my) youths.
I took a little break, I was afraid I'd given myself Carpel Tunnel Syndrome, and my spouse took one look at the ridiculous way I was typing and insisted that I suspend all my typing activities until a doctor looked at my right hand. Probably because of the tumor, I fell and shattered my left elbow in '08. My whole life I was a Southpaw. I always admired people with pretty penmanship which, as a group, lefties are not known for. Realizing early on that I would never win a penmanship award (if I could find a school that still awarded them), I focused on bold printing. While my printing never achieved the Spartan elegance of an architect or a
graphic designer, it was, at least, legible.
To answer the health questions: I seem to have developed tendinitis The good news about that tendinitis requires no surgery. Thank you tumor! The bad news is my right hand was the one that worked, it doesn't now at all. So while two more big, medical, brains mulled over my many ailments, I left their offices without any more information and a wasted morning! To help my right hand, I'm cutting back at least until I can type with two hands again. I will post on Mondays and Fridays, I wouldn't want to be too prolific, now, would I?
I was going to use this as a PS, but it's bugging me too much as a mother and a gourmet . I hear more and more about kids doing crazy things with and because of, bath salts. Bath salts? I'm going to go on about it for so many reasons, first of which is I really don't understand it. What are the kids doing with bath salts? Is "bath salts" slang for something else? Are they talking about the salts that look kind of pretty and you get them as sort of a lame gift and they smell like old ladies? Like, really old ladies? The bath salts that if you get them as some sort of gift from someone who obviously doesn't know or understand you so you relegate the pretty container to the Guest Bath where it gets all dusty and cobwebby? Those bath salts? What on Earth are those poor children doing with them and why? Can you say "Bath salts are a serious problem affecting our young people."with a straight face? Try, I'll wait. Can't do it, can you? Me neither.
I don't like taking any controversial issues on, especially in my present condition, so allow me to go out on a limb here. Is that the best the kids can do? Bath salts? I can't even type it with a straight face. What happened to the big movement to legalize pot? I, myself do not partake, but also have no issue with those that do. Who am I kidding? The litmus test is "Would you allow and encourage any child you loved to smoke marijuana?" And the answer is "Probably, not." But bath salts? Poor kids! What brainiac came up with that? The same mastermind who discovered Whippets? ( I also am out of the loop there, I thought Whippets were skinny dogs used in racing) And what genius discussion, from what think tank thought ingesting bath salts would be a great idea?
Bath salts? Why not lamp finials or kitty litter? I thought I was keenly aware of all manner of trouble-the-kids-might-get-into but I guess I have new issues to consider. How about the little balls used to fill plush animals? Hershey's chocolate? Any kind. Glue from expensive stationary, just the envelopes? Where's Julie Andrews when we really need her? She should be singing about a few of my favorite things. Bath Salts? Really? That's the new heroin? Really. Because bath salts make me smile. Unless I'm really bored, which I am most of the time. I will be concerned if I need to be. If I can stop laughing long enough to research bath salts. Again, who am I kidding? I think it's not a problem for me and therefore not a necessary log on my 'Bonfire O' Stress' which is always burning. I will not research bath salts, no matter what Dr. Phil says. I've got brain cancer to worry about. I don't have time to see if bath salts or Beanie Babies or designer sheets pose a serious threat to our (my) youths.
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