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Tuesday
On Friday night, my friend Maryelizabeth was in town. We went out for sushi, gorged ourselves on edamame and crunchy rolls, and went to Barnes and Noble and read trashy magazines that we didn't buy. On Saturday morning, I walked Zuko to the vet for his annual check-up, and after I asked the vet to check his nether regions since Daisy recently needed hers attended to, it took two assistants, the vet, and myself to hold him still for this invasive procedure, which he HATED. I think he felt better afterwards, though, as he sprinted the entire way home and I cursed myself for not wearing a sports bra. I have to say that the foulness of the stench was dizzying, but I soldiered on for the cause. On Saturday afternoon, I took a long-assed nap on the couch and then met up with J., and we went to Outback and proceeded to basically shout at each other the entire evening about one thing or another. It was kind of unpleasant and gave me a headache. Finally Maryelizabeth met us there and we visited for a little while only because she had to get up at like 4 a.m. to catch her plane. Hopefully she will be able to come back for the reunion. On Sunday, I went to my first baseball game, which was quite fun except for the sun stroke. I didn't get too sunburned but only because I smeared myself with sunscreen every five minutes. It was kind of funny watching my mom stand up and high-five people and announce things like, "That pitch looked a little low to me!" and "That's my favorite player because he has Mickey Mantle's number!" Mostly I just consumed frozen lemonades and fanned myself to keep from passing out and sung to myself, "We're all for one, we're one for all, we're All-Americans!" because everything I know about baseball I learned from A League of Their Own. It was exciting to be at such an important game and touching to see the support for a player who died recently. Baseball fans are much more polite than football fans. I didn't get stepped on, spilled on, or pushed down the whole entire time! Jesus Christ, though, it was hot. Wednesday How is it possible that my ten year high school reunion is in a week and a half? Clearly, I am experiencing some anxiety over my mother leaving town for sixteen days, as last night I awoke at 4 a.m. in a cold sweat after dreaming that she decided to move to Clearwater and become a nun. That's also when Zuko woke up and started his Thunderstorm Anxiety Attack, so I let the dogs out and "slept" on the couch so he could lie underneath it and calm down. I'm supposed to go out for Thai food tonight and hope the spiciness will serve to pop my eyes open before I doze off at the table. This is just to say that Stacey, one of my most favorite journalers and longest-longest-longest-time readers, is updating again. Stacey is brilliant and kind. My grandmother has been on oxygen since Saturday. She turned 97 on Tuesday. This is all a lot to think about. I went to see her on Saturday morning, and we had a quiet moment. In that my mom was in another room and my grandmother was asleep, and all I did was sit next to her and touch her arms, which felt cold, and rearrange the long jade rosary around her neck so the crucifix could be in her hands. She looked peaceful but old. I mean, she's just terribly old. I didn't talk aloud to her, but I talked to her in my mind. I leaned over and rested my head on her pillow for a minute and kissed her on the forehead. I think that she will die soon. Thursday I would just like to publicly extol the many virtues of the spectacular Amy Parsley Pants and thank her for a super fun surprise. When I opened it, I gleefully thought, in manner of Jan Brady and the daisies, "How did you know lavendar is my favorite?" and then clapped my hands and promptly climbed in the bathtub. No, actually, first I went out and shared some pad thai, cashew chicken, and garlic shrimp with a couple of girlfriends, and then I climbed into the tub and slathered myself with yummy smelly bathy goodness. Amy recently wrote an entry with excerpts from her first diary, an idea I fully intend to blatantly copy soon. Amy=fiery goddess. Damn you Chicago girls for living so far away! Not sure what else to say. I just had a rousing conversation with two recent high school graduates (clerks) and a recent college graduate (intern) about the teen issue of Vanity Fair (crap) and Saved by the Bell. Clearly I am really earning my salary today. Tonight I'll do my sister's highlights and eat my mom's tuna salad and stress about her leaving town. Tomorrow is supposed to be girls' night, and on Saturday, I'm shopping for reunion outfits. Also, my shoes are too tight. I'm wondering how many times a day it's normal to listen to the soundtrack of You're a Good Man, Charlie Brown. Lucy's voice grates, but overall, I just like it. It's not in my heart like the cartoon is, though. What I wouldn't give for the cartoon to come out on DVD, I SWEAR TO GOD. I love it so much, it makes me ache. The book report song when Schroeder bangs on his computer like his piano and the way Lucy hits on him! The way Lucy teaches Linus about the world and tells him all the wrong stuff and Charlie Brown bangs his head against the tree! The baseball song when Charlie's Brown tear falls on his letter to his pen pal when he's writing to ask if he can run away because he mortified himself at the baseball game because he messed up because he was distracted by the Little Red-Headed Girl! When Lucy FINALLY tells Charlie Brown that he's a good man. Oh, I just love the whole damn thing. It's brilliant and perfect and WHY IS IT NOT OUT ON DVD? WHY? WHY? /brain dump
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