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Saturday.
Yesterday was kind of a crummy day – I slipped and fell on the walk into work. There was black ice everywhere, so it was quite a slippery and tentative walk. And I was twice cut off by jerky drivers while in crosswalks. And it was warm enough (we’ve had a big chinook) that I took my gloves off and put them in my pockets, and then I realized that I’d lost one of them. Darn it all. Brand new pair of gloves – fancy running gloves that I got over the holidays.
Then I went to see the doctor about the continuing saga of cramping that just won’t stop (too much information, I know, I know). Dysmenorrhea yes, but the doctor and I are wondering if it’s also endometriosis. I’ve had enough pain in the last three and a half weeks that there were a couple of days when I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to get up and go to work. And a back ache that just won’t quit. I didn’t want to ask for painkillers, but I did ask for and receive a prescription for a good anti-inflammatory that should help.
Sadly, it makes my stomach very upset. But it might help knock down some of the pain, which is good, and it’s not a narcotic, which is also good. I have to glug down a lot of milk and water when I’m taking it. I had a stern reminder from the pharmacist about this, and I promised I would. So I will. And I’ll hope for the best.
Too tired to head out for sandwiching, so I headed home…and managed to find my glove on the path. Sopping wet and looking very bedraggled, but I wrung it out and put it into the side pocket on my backpack and brought it home.
The plan for the weekend, meanwhile, is to finally finish reading Mansfield Park. Because I have less than one hundred pages to go, and I really need to know if Fanny is going to fall for Creepy Crawford or go her own way (though I think she is rather in love with her cousin – but maybe that was okay back then? Still…ew.). It’s an answer that could be googled in a few seconds, but I need to read it for myself. When I am done, I’ll truck the book down to the little lending library in the building’s lobby. You have to ask for the key now, because we have a weird neighbour that likes to go in there, from time to time, and throw as many books as she can into the dumpster (not the recycling bins, which makes her even more of a villain). She claims there are bugs in the books and that they are dirty, but mostly it seems that she throws out the books she finds objectionable (which is most of them).
So I’ll ask for the key, put Mansfield Park in there, and hope for the best with that, too.
9 Responses to “Saturday.”
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Grad school is done. Now reading whatever the heck I want.
I would count finding your glove again as a significant victory over the forces of evil. That neighbor sounds creepy. I had endometriosis, too. Had to take male hormones for six months — what a trip THAT was!
I was so happy to find the glove!
Try taking the anti-inflammatory with food, as well as milk & water. Makes it a little easier on the stomach. At least, that’s what our prescriptions say.
Thanks, Auntie Bonnie. I have been, but it still makes me feel yucky.
Not a great day! Thankfully you found your poor little lost glove. :)
You guys do have the most interesting of neighbours. Have you ever thought of writing a book of stories about the goings on in your building. Changing the names and all that. ;) Or short stories, each one a different apartment and protagonist.
And, I wanted to say thank you for turning me on to Melville House. Such a great wealth of good reading. I’ve signed up for the electronic Art of the Novella subscription and it’s lovely!
What’s to stop this neighbor from asking for the key? Or does she think people don’t know it was her?
Sorry you haven’t been feeling so great, but glad you found your lost glove. Small victories, but victories all the same!
The neighbor seems to have mental illness problems, rather than just not liking some books! sounds a little like an obsession of some kind. Sigh.
Sorry about your tough day, but at least the glove returned to you! that’s a reward for doing the walk home again, instead of getting the bus maybe?
Austen is not about what happens, though. It’s about how the author shapes our perceptions. Yes, the books tend to end in marriage, as a neat tie-up, but it’s not a narrative of a journey to that end. That said, Mansfield Park is one of the less appealing to this reader, better than Northanger Abbey, but far from as good as Emma and PandP. I can see how a reader used to plot and character development will look for that in Austen and not find it, though!
So happy you found your glove.
That is so cool that you found your glove!!
Anti-inflammatories are a fabulous invention but they do have their side effects. Hope they help!
Your very own Book Banning …..Bandit? Alliteration fails me. Bummer.