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Feb. 23rd, 2005 06:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
geminigirlShopped with Mom on Saturday. She managed to get through the entire experience without yelling at me, and found a dress. She needs to choose the color and then she can get measured and order it. She's spending quite a bit more than she expected to, but everything she looked at ended up being in the same price range, whether it looked well made or not, whether the service was good at the shop or not.
Friday night, I made a list of five or six places we wanted to go, with directions to all and a route planned. We went to a place about ten minutes or less from the house first, on the way to everywhere else, and she tried on three or four dresses. This is the place she found the dress-the third one she tried on. She insisted (and I can understand this too) on going to four or five other places, trekking all over the South Shore of Long Island. But it's done and settled, and she'll just have to settle on a color. And one more detail crossed off the list. Fifteen and a half more weeks.
At least Mom did spend some time talking about how fond of Cayne she is.
Monday night Dad stayed here with us, because Tuesday was the annual trip to the oncologist in Philadelphia. We took him to dinner, and then for some strange reason he insisted on sleeping on the couch, rather than in the probably much more comfortable bedroom we offered him. Mom couldn't explain that one either. So Dad and I drove down to Philly, a trip during which he criticized many of my choices about my future career paths. Whatever, Dad.
Nonetheless, the tumor in his eye is the same size as last year, and a bit thicker, but the doctor seems to think that's related to a different condition Dad has in his eye, and not any actual negative change to the tumor...and the mole they're watching at the back of his eye is bigger than they like, but doesn't look like it's the kind of mole that will do anything but sit there. All in all, good news, and they'll see him next year.
And that's that, other than my being exhausted for no apparent reason. I broke out the yarn and started crocheting again, so at least I've got that.
It seems that more snow is coming though. Where is spring?
Friday night, I made a list of five or six places we wanted to go, with directions to all and a route planned. We went to a place about ten minutes or less from the house first, on the way to everywhere else, and she tried on three or four dresses. This is the place she found the dress-the third one she tried on. She insisted (and I can understand this too) on going to four or five other places, trekking all over the South Shore of Long Island. But it's done and settled, and she'll just have to settle on a color. And one more detail crossed off the list. Fifteen and a half more weeks.
At least Mom did spend some time talking about how fond of Cayne she is.
Monday night Dad stayed here with us, because Tuesday was the annual trip to the oncologist in Philadelphia. We took him to dinner, and then for some strange reason he insisted on sleeping on the couch, rather than in the probably much more comfortable bedroom we offered him. Mom couldn't explain that one either. So Dad and I drove down to Philly, a trip during which he criticized many of my choices about my future career paths. Whatever, Dad.
Nonetheless, the tumor in his eye is the same size as last year, and a bit thicker, but the doctor seems to think that's related to a different condition Dad has in his eye, and not any actual negative change to the tumor...and the mole they're watching at the back of his eye is bigger than they like, but doesn't look like it's the kind of mole that will do anything but sit there. All in all, good news, and they'll see him next year.
And that's that, other than my being exhausted for no apparent reason. I broke out the yarn and started crocheting again, so at least I've got that.
It seems that more snow is coming though. Where is spring?
