Just a Quickie

Well, I just spent all my time for blogging (something between a nano-sec and 5 mins) trying to get the site to recognize me! Somehow I had entered my first phone number sometime in the past as it asked me for it and I complied and voila! here I am... After trying about 15 other pages that wouldn't let me in.

So now that I'm here, I feel a "meander" coming on. I'm not going to get directly to the point even though my time is limited, nooooo, I'm going to comment on my first phone number. It was 101. Yep, 101. We had a private line, so no "j" or "m" or whatever added on at the end. For convenience sake, my dad would also ask for number 101 as our season ticket number for the Avoca pool. He probably figured we didn't have the brain power to memorize another number. haha

Oh, dear, and that reminds me of another story regarding the phone -- the time when I was 4 or 5 and picked up the phone and asked the operator for my grandpa. Of course, it being a town of around 1600, she knew who I was and knew who my mom's dad was and that he owned a store and would likely be at said store. Next thing I knew I was blubbering into the phone, "Daddy is pushing Mommy away." I guess we hung up, because moments later my Grandpa sped up the block to the rescue as I saw from my spot looking out the dining room windows. Of course, he assumed the worst -- possibly an episode of domestic violence. What he actually found was that our family car wouldn't start, so my dad had borrowed a car from his work to come and try to push start it while my mom steered it. :) Lots of kinda funny things about this story -- operators knowing everything, a kid's view of the world, and to my credit my having the resourcefulness to use the phone without knowing how! My grandpa was my hero. I wish I had told him how much he was before he died when I was in HS.

So, down to business, I went to my knee surgeon today because the PT had been concerned that my R hip has not been responding very well. They wanted an x ray, so that's what I called for and that's what I got. Surgeon says the joint looks fine, but the pelvis doesn't match the left one, and that ain't good. So manana I have an MRI here in the new copper-lined MRI room here in C-town. The worst thing it might be is a tumor, as I understand. I am not really worried at all. Not feeling like there's something bad wrong, but if it's my time, it's my time. I'm okay either way. Don't know when I'll know the results, but I'll keep you posted.