The Blog With No Name

Finally, here are some photographs. Shockingly, she seems to be keeping it somewhat tidy (except for towels on the floor, oooooooh it makes me SO MAD!!) too.

I don’t believe that Al Qaeda exists. Really.

My weird weekend started Thursday night at around 6pm, when I took my neighbor to the emergency room. She spent the day feeling miserable (what’s worse, she drove home feeling miserable!) as a consequence of a stress test earlier in the day. She finally got miserable enough to call her cardiologist, who said, “E.R., NOW, please.” After spending four hours in the emergency room, with blood tests showing no heart attack but still feeling terrible, she was finally admitted and spent two nights there. As near as anyone can tell (which is to say, her husband spent some time Googling), she is suffering from Cardiac Syndrome X (!! that sounds like it needs exclamation points after it, doesn’t it?). So, basically, angina in little tiny blood vessels. Happily, this particular incident seems to have passed with little ill effect, and she is home drinking medicinal red wine and relaxing.

Two things about this whole incident have bothered me quite a bit.

One: why in the hell did she sit there all afternoon feeling like that, and not tell anyone? I am so torn between horror, astonishment, and actual anger that I’ve lost sleep. What if she’d really been having a heart attack, thirty feet away from where I’m sitting right now? What if she’d been in an auto accident on the highway? It just makes me feel sick.

One point five: It dawned on me today (Tuesday) that, although I recognize this behavior in my neighbor as fucking insane, it is exactly what I would have done in the same circumstances. So, if she’s an idiot, I am too.

Two: I will summarize, ‘coz otherwise I’d be writing this for the next three months – you have to tell the people in your life HOW MUCH THEY MEAN TO YOU, NOW! OFTEN! Even if you blush easily. Don’t wait. It hurts less than you think it will, and it gets easier with practice, really. You could be hit by a truck tomorrow, and then they’ll never know. I find this breathtakingly difficult to do. It is a goal of mine to get over it but damn is it hard.

Flickr photos of my kiddies’ last day at school (yes, they’ve started the next year already. I’m a leeeeettle behind on my blogging…)

Photos of her camp activities (despite my fears to the contrary, she LOVED both camps – Girl Scout horsies and church boot camp – go figure!)

Last but not least, the new glorious pink and green room!!! (I need to put more photos here, but really the room isn’t done until we make our ritual trip to IKEA on the 19th.)