Surly Southern Sith Soliloquy
Aug. 15th, 2004 11:28 pmOkay, so this morning was mildly productive. After examining Aunt Tudi's ankle, Dr. Stewart concluded that a splint would do instead of putting a cast on her. We were both quite pleased with this news. Before getting to Urgent Care, though, we'd gotten into a pretty rancid argument over what was really a whole bunch of hooha. For some reason, I couldn't get over it, though, and I've been fretful for the entire day. Maybe it's time to consider resuming the Wellbutrin. Of course, it takes two to tango and, since she's been on this prednisone, Aunt Tudi has been an aggressive wolverine of a woman. We've just been rubbing each other the wrong way a lot lately, and it really came to a head this morning.
Anyway....she's supposed to stay off her feet as much as possible and wear this splint for the next two weeks. Afterwards, all should be well.
In other news, I think we have a ghost, spirit, or presence in our house. Smidgen is the only one who can see it. Several times a day, she'll stop whatever she's doing (usually tormenting Riley) and start staring intensely at the living room ceiling. She'll do this for minutes at a time and then she'll follow it's movement with her eyes and head. After a while of that, Smidgen will then try to get to the highest point in the living room and begin spitting and trilling at the ceiling. It's the damnedest thing. By the movement of her head, I've surmised that whatever it is up there, it's floating about like Slimer from Ghostbusters ~~ no rhyme or reason, no sense of direction, just floating 'cos it can. I'm fairly alarmed and so, apparently, is Smidgen.
Speaking of being fairly alarmed, I saw something the other day that I just can't seem to shake from my mind now. On my way back to work from lunch, I beheld a man sitting in his front yard next to a large satellite dish. He was seated in a lawn chair watching his television. Why? WHY? I get the sick feeling that this fellow will someday end up being a story on the Darwin Awards website. That's just something you don't see every day. It's something you really don't need to see.
So that's about it for me. Other than not being able to be anything other than pissed off at the world, life is great....except for the poltergeist in my living room and the crazy man down the road.
Anyway....she's supposed to stay off her feet as much as possible and wear this splint for the next two weeks. Afterwards, all should be well.
In other news, I think we have a ghost, spirit, or presence in our house. Smidgen is the only one who can see it. Several times a day, she'll stop whatever she's doing (usually tormenting Riley) and start staring intensely at the living room ceiling. She'll do this for minutes at a time and then she'll follow it's movement with her eyes and head. After a while of that, Smidgen will then try to get to the highest point in the living room and begin spitting and trilling at the ceiling. It's the damnedest thing. By the movement of her head, I've surmised that whatever it is up there, it's floating about like Slimer from Ghostbusters ~~ no rhyme or reason, no sense of direction, just floating 'cos it can. I'm fairly alarmed and so, apparently, is Smidgen.
Speaking of being fairly alarmed, I saw something the other day that I just can't seem to shake from my mind now. On my way back to work from lunch, I beheld a man sitting in his front yard next to a large satellite dish. He was seated in a lawn chair watching his television. Why? WHY? I get the sick feeling that this fellow will someday end up being a story on the Darwin Awards website. That's just something you don't see every day. It's something you really don't need to see.
So that's about it for me. Other than not being able to be anything other than pissed off at the world, life is great....except for the poltergeist in my living room and the crazy man down the road.
