Leslie and Dennis pulled into my driveway a little before 10:30 and we got to the eye doctor's in fifteen minutes--early, of course. They were very crowded and late taking me in, though. However, doc looked, everything's jake, and I'm getting the other eye done next Wednesday.
That's great, but what isn't is the cost of the two tiny vials of eye drops with which I have to prep. I asked the pharmacist at Rite-Aid to find out and here it is: $315. How in the hell is it possible for 0.07 and 0.05 ounces of something to cost that much? I protested it last time and was given samples, but received a letter from Horizon to the effect that they wouldn't provide them again. When my friend stopped to pick up the t.v. (she'll take it to public works), she suggested I call the manufacturing company to see if I somehow get it as a sample or something.
And here's another thing: Tonya can't find the LETCO star banner I wanted to use in the library showcase, which means I'll have to re-think the entire display for Hedda. Damn, the banner is so eye-catching and would have made a perfect backdrop; well, guess I'll just have to re-design the damn window. For that matter, I don't have any posters, either--where are they at this point? One should be prominently displayed or at least, somehow incorporated--guess I'll ask Frank if he knows where any are or if they've even been approved by Surflight. I reserved the window for March and have to dress it tomorrow because I'm booked every other day.
Friday, February 28, 2014
Thursday, February 27, 2014
Hair, Nails, And Impulsivity
Yipee and yahoo, I finally got my hair cut. I have fairly thick hair, but it's fine and "fly-away," as my mother used to say, and in the winter, tends to get all static-y and hard to manage. It seems grossly unfair that my twin sister was favored by the hair gods--beautifully wavy and falling just so around her face--while I must have somehow pissed them off.
Anyhoo, my hair looks good in a kind of page-boy-without-the-bangs style, exactly as I used to wear it when I was five years old.
Susan is getting a medical procedure herself, so I asked Leslie if she'd take me to the eye doctor today. She will, but husband Dennis will drive. I was a bit taken aback, as I know Les is timid about driving, but thought she was comfortable with Manahawkin. Guess not.
On impulse--damn, I'd spend my whole life impulsively, if I could*--I jumped in the car about 5:00 and went to the fingernail place. I've had a lot of problems lately with my nails; three have broken far down, including my left thumb nail, and boy, they're sore. Plus, my hands are so dry that some of my fingertips actually have little splits in them. My nails looked gorgeous when I had the "gel" polish put on--thirty bucks with tip, but it lasts for weeks--but now I wanted it removed to try to recover my--well, nail health. The point here is, you can't remove it yourself unless you have pure acetate, as it doesn't come off with regular polish remover.
So-o-o, I went to Sunset Nails and explained the problem, emphasizing that is wasn't the fault of Sunset Nails. The proprietor was kind enough to remove the gel and he refused to charge; I did insist on giving him a tip. My nails look bad at this point, but I'll shape them and put on some colorless until they grow out.
* This is such a crock! Everybody loves to think of themselves as crazy, kooky, adorable free spirits who aren't hemmed in by convention. They have no problem characterizing themselves vocally that way, either. In truth, I don't know anybody who deviates from the norm--albeit it's a broad one--by even a miniscule percentage. I, for one, am mainly a creature of habit and, except for inconsequential variables, am most comfortable in my own little, well-worn "track."
Anyhoo, my hair looks good in a kind of page-boy-without-the-bangs style, exactly as I used to wear it when I was five years old.
Susan is getting a medical procedure herself, so I asked Leslie if she'd take me to the eye doctor today. She will, but husband Dennis will drive. I was a bit taken aback, as I know Les is timid about driving, but thought she was comfortable with Manahawkin. Guess not.
On impulse--damn, I'd spend my whole life impulsively, if I could*--I jumped in the car about 5:00 and went to the fingernail place. I've had a lot of problems lately with my nails; three have broken far down, including my left thumb nail, and boy, they're sore. Plus, my hands are so dry that some of my fingertips actually have little splits in them. My nails looked gorgeous when I had the "gel" polish put on--thirty bucks with tip, but it lasts for weeks--but now I wanted it removed to try to recover my--well, nail health. The point here is, you can't remove it yourself unless you have pure acetate, as it doesn't come off with regular polish remover.
So-o-o, I went to Sunset Nails and explained the problem, emphasizing that is wasn't the fault of Sunset Nails. The proprietor was kind enough to remove the gel and he refused to charge; I did insist on giving him a tip. My nails look bad at this point, but I'll shape them and put on some colorless until they grow out.
* This is such a crock! Everybody loves to think of themselves as crazy, kooky, adorable free spirits who aren't hemmed in by convention. They have no problem characterizing themselves vocally that way, either. In truth, I don't know anybody who deviates from the norm--albeit it's a broad one--by even a miniscule percentage. I, for one, am mainly a creature of habit and, except for inconsequential variables, am most comfortable in my own little, well-worn "track."
Wednesday, February 26, 2014
The Stupidest Idea In The Histoy Of The World
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zBvJY9swTkw&feature=youtu.be
My Tuesday With Aline
There was a best-seller out several years ago called My Tuesdays With Morrie. I read part of it before I had to put it aside for fear of tossing my cookies. For plebeian, cliche-ridden, sanctimonious hogwash, it probably has no peer, but wouldn't ya know, it was esteemed among what Menchen used to call "the boobsie"--the American public. Just as an illustration of its elephantine preciousness, Wikipedia notes that one of the major themes is "as Schwartz's condition deteriorates, so does the hibiscus plant on top of Schwartz's study..." Aagh!
With that long and maybe unnecessary prologue--I just like to vent--I'll explain my post title: Aline and I spend almost every Tuesday together, as that's the day she's usually off. Yesterday, we went to the Tuckerton Grille (not to be confused with the Tuckerton Pub) for a nice lunch; for me, a chili bowl and Yuengling.
Aline asked if I wanted to go to "A Night At The Opera"--not Groucho, but real opera with real opera singers--on Friday evening at St. Theresa's. Frank-Next-Door had offered to take her and I called to see if I could tag along. Yes, indeed, and A. and I went over to the church to buy tickets.
Back at my place, I gave A. a yogurt Popsicle* and she "heard me" say my lines. Of course, we also talked and talked and I showed her the latest pics of darling little K, in Tokyo. She thinks he's just adorable and, naturally, I have no argument with that. Took my friend home about 5:00 after a pleasant day.
I'm getting my hair cut today, finally, and can't wait to have it shorter.
* Hmm, I guess that's a copyrighted name, as "Thermos" is, although both seem to have passed into the general lexicon.
With that long and maybe unnecessary prologue--I just like to vent--I'll explain my post title: Aline and I spend almost every Tuesday together, as that's the day she's usually off. Yesterday, we went to the Tuckerton Grille (not to be confused with the Tuckerton Pub) for a nice lunch; for me, a chili bowl and Yuengling.
Aline asked if I wanted to go to "A Night At The Opera"--not Groucho, but real opera with real opera singers--on Friday evening at St. Theresa's. Frank-Next-Door had offered to take her and I called to see if I could tag along. Yes, indeed, and A. and I went over to the church to buy tickets.
Back at my place, I gave A. a yogurt Popsicle* and she "heard me" say my lines. Of course, we also talked and talked and I showed her the latest pics of darling little K, in Tokyo. She thinks he's just adorable and, naturally, I have no argument with that. Took my friend home about 5:00 after a pleasant day.
I'm getting my hair cut today, finally, and can't wait to have it shorter.
* Hmm, I guess that's a copyrighted name, as "Thermos" is, although both seem to have passed into the general lexicon.
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Salad, Chicken, And Dates
Made a tasty salad for lunch and generally puttered around after I got home from Betty's. In late afternoon, I ventured to Shop-Rite, bought a big package of chicken legs, oiled and seasoned with lemon pepper, and popped them in the oven. Had one for dinner and it was delicious.
Talked to Betty and brought my desk calendar up to date, pencilling in March and April dates. Besides rehearsals and monthly meetings, I'm going to attend the Philadelphia Flower Show; a Purim play my friend, Louise, is in; a Trenton Thunder baseball game; and a luncheon for Joe L., who's a member of our Players & Playwrights group. Also have down my reservation of the library display case for Hedda; must remind Tonya that I need our LETCO "star" banner.
Yes, I still use a paper desk calendar that lies in front of my computer, rather than an electronic device. Suits me better.
Talked to Betty and brought my desk calendar up to date, pencilling in March and April dates. Besides rehearsals and monthly meetings, I'm going to attend the Philadelphia Flower Show; a Purim play my friend, Louise, is in; a Trenton Thunder baseball game; and a luncheon for Joe L., who's a member of our Players & Playwrights group. Also have down my reservation of the library display case for Hedda; must remind Tonya that I need our LETCO "star" banner.
Yes, I still use a paper desk calendar that lies in front of my computer, rather than an electronic device. Suits me better.
Monday, February 24, 2014
From An Earlier Entry
From May31, 2010. Has anything changed?
WIDER: Chris Floyd's post today on his "Empire Burlesque" is one of great power and passionate intensity. It includes:
"...we live today in networks given over to death and domination -- rapacious, aggressive, degraded and degrading...We are now hurtling a thousand miles an hour in the wrong direction, deeper into death and degradation, which are no longer resisted, or lamented, or regretted, or even debated, but embraced and celebrated, in a sickening inversion of the 'civilized values' that our degraded, militarist-corporatist system purports to defend."
He goes on to say:
"Nowhere is this better exemplified than in America's current political state, where a warmongering, corporate-coddling political hack who claims the tyrannical power to assassinate anyone on earth or imprison them for life without charges or trial is somehow considered a "progressive," a "liberal," or, god help us, a "socialist" ... while his most vocal and powerful opponents rail against him for not being even more degraded, elitist and death-ridden."
WIDER: Chris Floyd's post today on his "Empire Burlesque" is one of great power and passionate intensity. It includes:
"...we live today in networks given over to death and domination -- rapacious, aggressive, degraded and degrading...We are now hurtling a thousand miles an hour in the wrong direction, deeper into death and degradation, which are no longer resisted, or lamented, or regretted, or even debated, but embraced and celebrated, in a sickening inversion of the 'civilized values' that our degraded, militarist-corporatist system purports to defend."
He goes on to say:
"Nowhere is this better exemplified than in America's current political state, where a warmongering, corporate-coddling political hack who claims the tyrannical power to assassinate anyone on earth or imprison them for life without charges or trial is somehow considered a "progressive," a "liberal," or, god help us, a "socialist" ... while his most vocal and powerful opponents rail against him for not being even more degraded, elitist and death-ridden."
Talent Show
Just got home from Betty's, where I spent the night after the talent show at Shalom House. I wasn't enthusiastic about it at first, but it turned out to be a lot of fun.
I had gotten to Betty's about 3:00 and we went out for a late lunch/early dinner at Downbeach Deli. I had chopped chicken livers and fried onions on rye--peculiar because it was cold, but I thought it was good.
I asked Betty to take me to Shalom House and back, as it's still very difficult for me to see in the dark; she did and stayed to see the show. Got there at the stated time of 5:30 for rehearsal and the show went on at 7:00. Besides our silly little play, written by Sondra M., there was a guitar player who did John Denver and Beatles songs, a woman who played the flute--gamely, but badly--a female trio of residents who combine Blue Moon and do-wop, and an autistic man who was born with no eyes. Yes, just as my husband's great-nephew was.
Anyway, it was fun and we were home by 8:30 Got our jammies on and had popcorn and grape drink, along with some good sisterly talk. Slept soundly and didn't get up until 7:00, almost two hours later than usual. Betty made me a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon, then we thought we'd go over to the Somers Point Museum.
Unfortunately, we found it's open next only on March 14 or something. We just went over to Produce Junction and stocked up on romaine, broccoli, and Brussels Sprouts. Once we got back to Betty's, we said goodbye and off I went.\
Nice day and a half, I must say.
I had gotten to Betty's about 3:00 and we went out for a late lunch/early dinner at Downbeach Deli. I had chopped chicken livers and fried onions on rye--peculiar because it was cold, but I thought it was good.
I asked Betty to take me to Shalom House and back, as it's still very difficult for me to see in the dark; she did and stayed to see the show. Got there at the stated time of 5:30 for rehearsal and the show went on at 7:00. Besides our silly little play, written by Sondra M., there was a guitar player who did John Denver and Beatles songs, a woman who played the flute--gamely, but badly--a female trio of residents who combine Blue Moon and do-wop, and an autistic man who was born with no eyes. Yes, just as my husband's great-nephew was.
Anyway, it was fun and we were home by 8:30 Got our jammies on and had popcorn and grape drink, along with some good sisterly talk. Slept soundly and didn't get up until 7:00, almost two hours later than usual. Betty made me a breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon, then we thought we'd go over to the Somers Point Museum.
Unfortunately, we found it's open next only on March 14 or something. We just went over to Produce Junction and stocked up on romaine, broccoli, and Brussels Sprouts. Once we got back to Betty's, we said goodbye and off I went.\
Nice day and a half, I must say.
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