I have found out over the last week that certain people in this house believe their critical work issues to be, well, critical and thus take precedence over my blog writing. Oh. Is that how it's going to be? I guess it is. Perhaps we could buy another computer but if we didn't have to compete for scarce resources, we might never see each other. I guess that it's better this way.
Yesterday in another nasty blow to my blogging experience, I fell (bad ankles and an extreme fear of falling make for some really dramatic tumbles) and broke a finger. No big problem but typing is a challenge.
On another issue, I'm planning to attend a big 50th reuinion at my school. (It's not 50 years since I graduated but 50 years since the school opened.) What could possily go wrong there? I want to lose 26 pounds first (and I will - heath and self-respect are only so powerful - I like spite as motivation). Still, I didn't enjoy high school that much and what turned into a bad relationship started there. Perhaps again it's a morbid curiosity for the unpleasant. It could really be unpleasant. Not that I expect someone will be there. Too far, too irrelevant for that big an ego to attend. Hard to say.
Anyways, I won't write long tonight. I'm pleased I can write at all.
My brother has suggested that I check my shoes for a clearer indication of which is left and which is right so that I stop falling. I guess I can't refuse any suggestions at this point. So, thank you to him but if he lived closer I would show him that I am still perfectly capable of throwing shoes. Left ones and right ones.