Tim is still not working. He has been hired, you understand, but he doesn't actually go to work. We are curious to see when that call will come that involves an invitation to join the workforce. There are so many details involved with being hired these days; it's quite complicated. They have paperwork and drug tests and background checks. I think he's thrown them off with his perfect Self.
Meanwhile, we wait.
Yesterday was my least favorite holiday, if you are dying to read my thoughts on the matter, click HERE.
Michael and Don watched some scary movie, Aaron and Faline dressed up as me and collected candy. They did. Aaron wore my old clown outfit (have I told you about how I used to work as a clown? I was "Jewel, the Court Jester"). Faline wore an old prom dress with my black cape and gloves, she looked like she was going to the opera. Is it weird that my kids need look no further than my closet for suitable costumes?
Recently, I had occasion to read an article about the singer Katy Parry. She was explaining how her parents raised her to view Halloween, which sounded exactly like my own children's experience. They saw it as a pagan event with no redeeming qualities, and they certainly didn't celebrate it. I totally concur. I was wondering if the similarity means that my children are going to turn out like Katy Parry. She's very rich, which may be lovely, but she's not quite the moral standard I'd like my own children to be. I wonder if her parents are proud. I only hope that if my children grow up to sing about sex and partying all the time, they get paid as well as Ms Katy does. It's more likely they wouldn't get paid at all.
I was just explaining to my cardiologist that having teenagers might be affecting my blood pressure. Now, Cardiology would be a lucrative profession. They had a bill for over a hundred dollars, just for taking my blood pressure and chatting. Certainly we were chatting on a specialized topic, but it was rather brief, as chats go. My blood pressure, you'll be happy to know, has responded nicely to the medications I'm on. I did ask my doctor why such a minor little issue as I have has impacted my daily life so much. There are so many restrictions upon me, that I end up thinking too much about what I can't do, what I can't eat, and the coffee I can't have. She corrected my misconception by explaining that while my aneurysm is mild, it is my no means a minor issue. It's rather un-minor. I did not ask if that makes it major.
That's about all I have to say. Which means that I need to get out of bed and see about breakfast. Getting out of bed is less welcoming than it ought to be on account of the no caffeine, and also the no heat. My handsome husband is opposed to turning on the heat anytime prior to the first of November. Today is the big day, then, but the house is freezing cold this morning. Alas.
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