Queen of Rambles

I should go to bed now, but I can’t leave my faithful readers without a journal entry, now can I? What’s wrong with that sentence?

Today was a day of delays. I got up late and things went downhill from there. I had big plans to go swimming early in the day, but my book kept calling my name. I had “just-one-more-chapter-itis”–something I’ve not had in a long time. Long story short, I started reading at 10 am and finished the book at 2 pm (Life of Pi, very good). Then I had to chat a little, then it was off to the pool.

I had quite a time there. A little girl (maybe 12 or so) started talking to me and got all excited when she found out I was from America. I soon had about seven 12 year-old-girls flocked around me listening to my conversation with the first girl (as a cultural study, it is interesting to know that the girl that spoke to me was an immigrant, the non-talking girls were all Swedish). At the end of my workout they followed me into the shower and continued talking through my shampoo right down to the soaping up of all body parts. And it was hardly disconcerting. If you would have told me 2 years ago that I could take a shower in front of an audience of curious girls I wouldn’t have believed it. They took my phone number before I left and are going to talk to their teacher to see if I can come and talk to their English class. At least I would know the students were interested. I wonder if the teacher will actually call.

Then it was off on a shopping spree. First stop–pharmacy. Through a series of odd leaps of logics, strange conversations and lots of unbelievable movies I decided that my liver tumor was actually a baby that started as an ectopic pregnancy but somehow escaped into my abdominal cavity, free floating until it finally decided to attach itself to my liver. The last 48 hours I’ve been regaling Mike with tales of my liver baby and he just looks at me like I’ve got a screw loose. I figured if Arnold can give birth I could have a liver baby. The pregnancy test says I am not pregnant, but is it really accurate? Would a traditional pregnancy test detect the presence of a liver baby?

It should be noted that I didn’t really believe this story, but any excuse for taking a pregnancy test is a good one. It makes peeing fun and we all know peeing is the most boring thing in the world. Plus I am paranoid so once I get the idea into my head I must have it disproved, no matter how silly of an idea it is.

Then it was over to the health food store. I’m pissed. They didn’t have the diet shake I’ve been buying so I bought a different brand. Only now that I’ve read it more carefully I’ve discovered it isn’t really a diet shake at all, but more of an Ensure type thing that you mix yourself. And it’s made from pea protein. What the hell is pea protein? I’m kicking myself for wasting the money and trying to figure out what to do for breakfast and lunch now. I wasn’t really dieting, per say, but the diet shake was very filling and fast and easy. And I like repetition. I’m a freak like that. I’ve now decided I’m going on an oatmeal diet. I’ll just have oatmeal for breakfast and lunch. I told Mike we could have oatmeal for dinner every night as well and he wrinkled up his nose. Silly boy. I bet we’d have great bowel health if we limited our diet to oatmeal.

Then it was over to the yarn store to sort of my very first real project. This time the lady didn’t stare at me. I talked to her and she helped me and I know have a bunch of yarn that will soon turn into a scarf. I wouldn’t have paid as much for a scarf as I paid for the yarn, but I guess part of the price is the joy of it? I always thought people made their own stuff to make money, but I don’t think that’s actually the case. I guess yarn is a lot cheaper in the US though. Maybe? I wanted to get really cool colored thread but I didn’t want real wool so I didn’t actually have many options. That sucked. I ended up with a greenish-bluish-grayish color. Should be cool. I hope.

And last but not least I bought a thimble. The woman at the sewing store made me try on several different ones to get just the right fit (I think she was more picky than the woman who sold us my engagement ring). I didn’t tell her I wanted it for knitting. She would have laughed at me, and rightly so. I tried it. It doesn’t work. I guess I just have to build up some callouses or something, but right now my poor fingers are sore, sore, sore.

And that just about concludes the adventures of the liver baby lady. I started reading a Sheri S. Tepper tonight and must say I love her creativity. There’s no way I could ever think of the weird stuff she thinks of. I’m liking it muchly so far, but I’m only forty pages in. Normally I like the first 2/3s of her books but then get really annoyed by her preachy endings. Hopefully this one won’t annoy me (The Awakeners if you are interested).

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