joy and fun and seasons in the sun...

 Oh heavens, was this ever a surprise and a pick-me-up!  Molly and Josh got this beautiful plant for me for my birthday, it had other plants and blossoms in the planter, but yesterday, this appeared!  I had to look it up, it's fuschia.  I can bring it in the house, keep it cool and dry, water it once a month, and it'll come back next year!  

This fine day, I went to the pool.  Then home....ahh, home.  I vacuumed and puttered, and sat in my chair, until it was time to leave for my annual dermatologist visit.  Well, I had one little spot on my face, an actinic keratosis (possibly pre-cancerous), which was cyrosurgeried off...frozen with liquid nitrogen.  It hurts for just a minute or two, not a big deal.  The rest of me looked fine, the skin anyway ha.  (the dr. had to look at my tummy, he said, "Not much sunshine there..."  Nope, I said, not in about 40 years.)  (When I got in the room, the nice nurse asked all the questions, then gave me the gown, leave on the bra and underwear, she said.  So I whip off things, get on the table in the gown, in a wicked hurry, because heaven forbid they come in when you're still undressing, even though they're gonna see you anyway during the exam!  Well.  I sat there in my gown on the exam table, and glanced at my reflection and how saggy I am without a bra...WHAT?!  oops, I took off my bra!  I was not supposed to!  He was going to open the gown and surprise!  no!  I got down and loosened the bra from the tangle of the shirt (I had so smartly and swiftly taken it all off at once...and after I dropped the gown down to my knees and got the bra halfway on, tap tap on the door, which swung right open...I think I yelled.  It was a beautiful P.A., she closed the door quickly.  I fumbled and fiddled, and was still not all the way gowned when she came in.  She did not care at all, I told her what I had done, because of course I had to babble like an idiot, "I took off my bra!" she was absolutely like whatever.  I was so embarrassed...at least it wasn't the male dr. who came in shortly afterward!)

Anyway.  I endured the humiliation of showing my tummy to the physician's assistant, then again to the doctor.  The good thing is that my skin looks fine.  

Anyway, after that I went to Wegman's because Grace and kids were coming over, and meatballs sounded good for dinner.  The six pound package of burger was $30.   Twice what it was a few years ago.  The sauce is only $1.29 a jar, and it's good.  I got  pasta, oats, and more bread crumbs, we already have garlic and onions.  

Home...and a call from Abigail!  She's doing well there in Delaware, and it was good to talk to her.  I got my groceries put away, and the meatballs started, and Grace got here with Grant, Ruth, and Maeve.   Grant wrote his name for me, read a sentence I wrote, and played some tic-tac-toe with me.  Maeve is super friendly and I can get some good hugs from her...Ruth is hilarious.  She loves pink, and she is sassy.  She kept quite busy tonight.  

In all of it, all day long, I thought about my sister.  She is doing better, but is still weak.  What I didn't realize was how often I think of things to tell her, during the day.   That look she gives me when she knows exactly what I'm thinking...the way something is said and I know better than to glance her way, because if we look at each other, we're done.  I hope she gets strong enough to endure our hour long phone calls.  :)

Ah well, you all have a good night!