Thursday, August 14, 2003

I'm developing something like the knitting DTs - I must sit down and knit tonight. I'm going to park my butt on the couch and knit as soon as I finish this terse entry.


Spoke to nursing home lady, told her I'd already talked to carrier and I am fairly sure the billing problem is solved. She thanked me profusely for taking care of it. Fingers crossed on both ends.


And Thank God, the insurance money made its appearance today. I'm already feverishly dealing with outstanding financial issues, and trust me, faithful readers, you are not looking at a Rich Widow now. Far from it. But after what we went through, I am happy just to be solvent. I have a decent job, I can pay the mortgage and keep the Girlchild in school, and that's all I really need.


Meanwhile, feedback on my quasi-makeover (haircut and a few pounds lost and better fitting jeans) has been absolutely delightful. Tonight a young neighbor woman I barely know shouted to me as she was wrangling toddlers and unloading groceries (and I was on my cellphone and wrangling the Bossy One), "I LOVE your haircut!"


And if you really want feedback on changes to your appearance, you cannot beat a gay man. (My theory on this is that straight men are divided into two categories on this issue - some are very observant and do care, and would say something if they weren't afraid to because they have been terrorized out of ever commenting on appearance after innocently saying something they thought was complimentary only to provoke a firestorm: "You used to think I was FAT, didn't YOU??" - the others never notice and don't care.) Gay men seldom tote that baggage, and I ran into a colleague yesterday who was most complimentary about the hairstyle and added, "And you've lost weight too, you really look great, good for you!" Made me feel good. All in all, things ain't too damn bad, and are getting a little better every day.


Must...go...knit...starting...to...twitch.






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