Queen of Rambles

It’s been a pretty boring day around the apartment. I went grocery shopping. The lady in front of me had two carts full of groceries and the checker had to carefully examine each item before scanning it. I got so irritated that I moved to the next line, which had two people in front of me. I was checked out before the other lady. It was crazy. Doesn’t that make for excellent blog fodder. No? I thought not.

Mike has given me permission to buy my DREAM QUILT (that I don’t make myself). He says it can be my push present, and that sounds fair. I am still agonizing over the decision. I think it has more teal in it than it shows in the picture, but what if it doesn’t? It will have to be returned.

I was a bad girl and decided I should just see how making my own dream quilt might go, so I got my sewing machine out and made THIS BLOCK. It’s a paper-pieced eight inch square. I love paper piecing, but it will take me months to make a king sized quilt using that method. Maybe I will buy the quilt and just make a cute little wall-hanging out of the Shoemaker’s Puzzle pattern. Here’s a little picture I made that shows what the quilt would look like if I ever actually finished it: View image.

I shouldn’t have done the sewing. It really bothered my pinched nerve problem, and I’ve been kicking myself all day. Or I would have been, if my leg hadn’t been unbendable!

I suppose that’s really boring talk for you non-quilters. It’s how I spent my day, though.

Tomorrow I get new minutes on my cell phone, THANK GOODNESS! Now I can call Comcast and try to figure out why neither of us can access our e-mail. It’s only been a problem since yesterday, but Mikey is getting frustrated. I don’t blame him. I would be too, if I ever used that e-mail account.

Then I can do the thing I’ve been dreading for a very long time: try to find a pediatrician. Apparently I will be spending a lot of time with this person in the very near future, so I can’t just call and set things up. I’m going to have to go and have a “meet and greet” and make sure we click and blah blah blah. I find the prospect of doing such a thing exhausting. I know it’s for the good of my baby, but I hate meeting new people and I don’t have a real love of doctors. I don’t fear them. I just don’t enjoy them. Who does?

Was I deprived as a child? I never had a pediatrician. I went to the same doctor that my mom and dad and grandma went to. He delivered me and my sister. He treated my mom’s pimples when she was a teenager. He took my tonsils out.

Then he died.

He was pretty old.

The practice had to bring in two doctors to replace him. My immediate family was placed with a male doctor and my grandma was placed with a female doctor. If you’ve been reading for long, I bet you can guess that my grandma hates her female doctor. She hates most women, and she doesn’t think a woman should be a doctor at all. She says horrible things to the doctor’s face and horrible things to the other doctors in the practice behind the woman’s back. I’m surprised the doctor hasn’t given her up as a patient. My grandma has been trying to get another doctor within the practice for years, but they won’t let her switch. I guess it would be unprofessional or something. Who knows. We’ve all told her that if she is that unhappy with her medical care she needs to find a new practice. Nope. No can do. She was at that practice FIRST and that woman isn’t going to drive her away. I think she just likes being miserable.

I’m going to have to call her tomorrow, since I will have new phone minutes. She’s very depressed lately because at her last doctor’s appointment she measured 4’9″. In her words, she’s an ugly midget. She firmly believes that if she had just been one inch taller she could have been a movie star or a secretary. She thinks everyone in the world is laughing at her looks, her height and her southern accent (she doesn’t even HAVE a southern accent). I do feel bad for her because I know I don’t look forward to getting old. She’s very frightened of death and doesn’t know how to deal with it. She’s been lonely and miserable for almost a quarter of a century. It’s just not good. But then again, a lot of her loneliness and misery is brought on by her own negative attitude.

Bah!

I don’t want to talk about that. I’ll have enough of a headache when I call her tomorrow.

So, should I order that quilt or not??????? I guess if it’s the wrong color I can always take it back. I wouldn’t even have to ship it–just take it to a local store. I just can’t quite bring myself to spend that much money on it. I can be frugal about the strangest things.

I did tell Mike that if I got this for my “push present,” I would need jewelry for my Christmas present. He was confuddled. He had no idea I had any desire for jewelry. Does he not know I’m a woman? I lust after jewelry. I just am too frugal to buy any for myself.

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