On most days when I unplug my laptop to take it for a change of
scenery, the little battery icon at the bottom tells me it can manage
about two and a half hours before getting back on the juice.
Today, to my surprise, it offered me four hours and 29 minutes. I
figured I must have done something to please the Computer Gods.
Perhaps they were grateful for the delicious strawberry pie
recipe. So I sat at the kitchen table with the laptop and my
lunch and commenced my usual email/news/xanga circuit. 20 minutes
later, the battery read two hours and 23 minutes. Apparently the Gods
don’t approve of broccoli.
First thing this morning I went back to bed, because shortly after
getting up I developed a hideous sharp burning pain in my abdomen that
roared at me when I moved. It felt like the muscle had torn,
though I could not imagine why. I haven’t even been to the gym in
over a week.
“Do you want me to take you to the emergency room?” my husband asked, clearly hoping I would say no.
“No!” I’ve been the the ER a number of times, and on no occasion would I call it a pleasant experience.
The pain abated somewhat over the next hour, and I took myself to the doctor’s office, though my regular doc was not available.
The Unknown Doctor apologetically asked me questions about potential
STD exposure and the spectre of ectopic pregnancy. He poked and
prodded me, finally agreeing with my assessment: I’d strained or torn
the rectus abdominus.
I told him I didn’t need any narcotics but he prescribed some
anyway. Who am I to argue? Alas, I can’t take any yet,
because I need to operate the heavy machinery known as the minivan.
Now I’m home with my mystifying computer, and soon I will depart for the Opera.
Every year the Seattle Opera comes to our school and works with the 4th
graders. After an intensive week or two of rehearsal, the kids
and the S.O. people put on a performance of Wagner’s The Ring of the Nibelung. I have no idea what a Nibelung is, but I’m glad I’m not too debilitated to go see it.
Happy Birthday, Barn_Bear! And Happy Groundhog Day to all!
The opera– wow, I was blown away. The Seattle Opera folks did a
spectacular job, not only in performing the show but in wrangling 45 or
so nine and ten year olds through their supporting roles and holding an
audience of kids from pre-k through 8th grade (and parents) utterly
spellbound for over an hour. Tigger tells me she wants to go see
the entire Ring Cycle performed. All 14 hours of it.
Couldn’t she just watch all the Lord of the Rings movies and call it
My dear husband felt maligned by this entry, because I suggested that
he would prefer not to spend the bulk of his day thumb twiddling in the
ER with me. He was, of course, mostly concerned about my well
being. In fact, Technogeek gets quite twitterpated when I
am ill, because he loves me. Then he came rushing home early this
evening because I wasn’t answering my cell phone and he feared I’d
taken a turn for the worse. I’d turned the phone off for the
performance, that’s all. Sorry honey.
Birthday boy Barn_Bear, who turned (coughahem*70*cough) today, informs
me that the groundhog failed to find his shadow today. I’m pretty
sure that means it’s going to rain here in Seattle tomorrow.