Ambitions were lofty but then I just couldn't---Drone on and on about the humdrum details of my days---every day. You should be grateful.
Today for instance. Would you prefer to hear about my alarm clock making rude and obnoxious noises at 6:30 this morning, and my brain indignantly responding.........It's Tuesday for pity's sake! I get to sleep at least one more hour....But.......oh yes! I did agree to go in for an hour to cover for an absent Pat who, sadly, had to attend the funeral of a dear friend;
Or about my visit to the doctor where I was scolded for not having shown my face since May......Really??May?? I thought time flew when you were having fun, so what I want to know is where's all this fun I must be having if time is flying by so quickly?? Since I'd played hooky for so long, the rn, Donna, lined up all that had to be done [to keep me from crumpling into a pile of dust on the clinic floor] starting with a TB test on the forearm-sting like a bee, come back in two days---what? Can't I just call and tell you how it looks? But she was adamant. The law requires that I actually see it...That's what I get for playing hooky....Another hour-long drive in two day's time.....that must be a component of all that fun I haven't been noticing myself having! Likewise the chest x-ray for which I was lined up next. [RA is what ails me, though as long as I take the magic potions it really doesn't bother me.]
Or, how about getting blood drawn? Hmmm? Always exciting.....We have to make sure those magic potions don't suddenly turn toxic and mess with my innards...]Jeff the big, genial, teddy bear of a man who draws blood left me sitting a minute while he went off to find butterflies---No, not out in a meadow, but in the supply room. His preferred method. How he wished he'd invented them.
I agreed, and we sighed a while about how, if he had invented them, he would not be here drawing my blood, but off sailing around his island in his yacht. For myself, I told him, I'd be happy to have been the office grunt who had the bright idea for Post It notes......And Pat would like to have invented Whiteout......and if the moon were made of green cheese the residents of Wisconsin would be ecstatic! I wonder what it is, maybe frustration, at a lack, that sows the seed of an idea for a new invention?
Or maybe you'd find it more riveting to sit in my passenger seat and navigate the tortuous path from the doctor's office to the university; you could read the map so I wouldn't have to, thereby enabling me to safely arrive at, and inspect the Bean's new living quarters.....
Or how about joining us on the trip home? We stayed off the interstate, choosing instead the quieter, more scenic route, only to inch along at tortoise speed due to, not one, but two accidents, within a few miles of each other. Which totally negated the restorative benefits of the scenery.....
You see what I mean? Could you stand a daily dose of that?
Rejoice and be glad.
How about a nice cup of tea?
Today for instance. Would you prefer to hear about my alarm clock making rude and obnoxious noises at 6:30 this morning, and my brain indignantly responding.........It's Tuesday for pity's sake! I get to sleep at least one more hour....But.......oh yes! I did agree to go in for an hour to cover for an absent Pat who, sadly, had to attend the funeral of a dear friend;
Or about my visit to the doctor where I was scolded for not having shown my face since May......Really??May?? I thought time flew when you were having fun, so what I want to know is where's all this fun I must be having if time is flying by so quickly?? Since I'd played hooky for so long, the rn, Donna, lined up all that had to be done [to keep me from crumpling into a pile of dust on the clinic floor] starting with a TB test on the forearm-sting like a bee, come back in two days---what? Can't I just call and tell you how it looks? But she was adamant. The law requires that I actually see it...That's what I get for playing hooky....Another hour-long drive in two day's time.....that must be a component of all that fun I haven't been noticing myself having! Likewise the chest x-ray for which I was lined up next. [RA is what ails me, though as long as I take the magic potions it really doesn't bother me.]
Or, how about getting blood drawn? Hmmm? Always exciting.....We have to make sure those magic potions don't suddenly turn toxic and mess with my innards...]Jeff the big, genial, teddy bear of a man who draws blood left me sitting a minute while he went off to find butterflies---No, not out in a meadow, but in the supply room. His preferred method. How he wished he'd invented them.
I agreed, and we sighed a while about how, if he had invented them, he would not be here drawing my blood, but off sailing around his island in his yacht. For myself, I told him, I'd be happy to have been the office grunt who had the bright idea for Post It notes......And Pat would like to have invented Whiteout......and if the moon were made of green cheese the residents of Wisconsin would be ecstatic! I wonder what it is, maybe frustration, at a lack, that sows the seed of an idea for a new invention?
Or maybe you'd find it more riveting to sit in my passenger seat and navigate the tortuous path from the doctor's office to the university; you could read the map so I wouldn't have to, thereby enabling me to safely arrive at, and inspect the Bean's new living quarters.....
Or how about joining us on the trip home? We stayed off the interstate, choosing instead the quieter, more scenic route, only to inch along at tortoise speed due to, not one, but two accidents, within a few miles of each other. Which totally negated the restorative benefits of the scenery.....
You see what I mean? Could you stand a daily dose of that?
Rejoice and be glad.
How about a nice cup of tea?
12 comments:
But you do write about it so eloquently! Eenie, meenie, miney, mo...um...I'll take the session with the blood guy. Dreaming up inventions we wish we'd created -- sounds like fun, even with a poke here and there!
Agree with T you do write so eloquently I enjoy whatever it is you write about.
Glad you are well, just hope the test are all good. Take care hugs from downunder.
haha word verification is
hoboo
that was FAR more interesting than my own life has been (and, yes, i WILL be writing that in my gratitude journal - i am grateful that my life is less interesting than Molly B's life ... amen)...
I am a good navigator. I wouldn't have mind to help you read the map.....especially if there was a cup of tea at the end of the trip.
the tea at the end sounds good ;)
Ah yes, we your readers can see what you cannot! It is not what your write about but how you write about it that we your readers enjoy!
Most of us don't have super exciting lives so have to write about what we do know, what we imagine or what we would like to be or do.....the writing part is the important bit.( and for me the photos )
I suggest just write when the mood takes you - it is after all for enjoyment, or that is how I look at it!
Hugs to Miss Molly from NZ.
I loved reading this Molly - it's a kind of validation for the same kind of days I'm having here. :) blessings, marlene
That was lots of fun to read, Molly, and hope all those results show all is well.
Now I am wondering who invented the crochet hook. Not to mention the bulldog clip, and the rubber thingy you put on your finger to help turn pages quickly.
I'm needing some translation here. What is RA? Is this some serious illness? (I hope not.) Or does the doctor just like to see you? I haven't been at the doctor for years (she said, tempting fate to afflict her with something nasty...).
Anyway, a poor excuse. I've been boring my bloggy friends with endless Nov posts. So I don't see why you can't...
You and Jane Austen both do boredom quite brilliantly!
A cup of tea sounds VERY nice.
I seem to be a Post A Comment drop-out , at the moment . So I'm rudely late with my compliments on this entry .
But I loved it . It gives an idea of just how nice it would be to spend the day with you .
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