My masculinity is at stake by considering using the “Itty Bittys” headline, but I’ve loved it since Gretchen began using it as a side bar heading on her blog. It is descriptive and much better than the vogueish “news flashes”. To heck with it — I’ll use it. Just once.
We’ve had a good week, capped by a nice meal at our favorite Mexican restaurant Tijuana Joe’s. Food was palatable, company was great, and the weather was divine — even for a mid-March day in Atlanta at the beginning of March Madness. Try saying that three times after several margaritas.
Our week had its ups and its downs. It started off on an up note (see the “miracles” post), but then began to trend downward as Jan experienced a general lack of energy and stomach discomfort for several days. She was disappointed at the turn and by Thursday was beginning to question the whole treatment regimen (right Claire?). Fortunately things turned today. The cold rainy weather turned bright, clear, and warm and our patient was able to sit comfortably outside and read most of the day. Starbucks-lust got the best of her mid-afternoon and she headed there for a caffeine fix and more sunshine prior to joining me for dinner at TJ’s.
The week also had its light moments (which is what prompted the use of the headline). Jan has a propensity for collecting nails in her car’s tires. I’ve regularly accused her of being a “nail magnet” as I removed, plugged, and re-installed tires. Been driving on construction sites, eh? Driving around parking lots looking for nails? OK, more than accused; how do you spell maligned?
Page 2. Her car gets lots better gas mileage than the 15 passenger Club Wagon I drive and she has not been driving much, so I’ve been driving it to the grocery store, doctor visits, and the odd meeting. Tuesday night when I arrived at the NFARL meeting (the ham radio club in which I am active) I looked down & there was a nail in her tire. I haven’t picked up a nail in 20 years so it must be her nail. She drove the car once last week so the car was obviously booby (no pun intended) trapped. Needless to say, I got little sympathy when I got home. Once again I was in the garage removing, plugging, and re-installing her tire. Jan is still giggling.
The weekend is going to be nice — nice weather, nice attitudes, nice family time. Hope yours is nice too.