The Tuxedo cat known as Sylvester managed to get into the room and knock a bottle of bubble liquid (sans the top) off of a dresser – it hit the floor and splattered in a most astounding manner, catching me in the spray pattern. It is now 12:30 at night and I am wide awake. Sylvester split when I came up out of the bed like Oscar the Grouch. The door is closed now, but I am still awake. My head itches and I wonder about the kids checking the dog for fleas. Can humans get fleas?
There’s plenty to think about, although the truth is that I’d rather sleep. Fat chance. Tomorrow I have a schedule a NY Taxi driver would envy, only I won’t get paid. Drop one kid off at field hockey, pick another one up from Dad, figure out what to do to keep him entertained for awhile before going back to the school to pick up the field hockey maven, then make sure the iPad is charged for the little guy whilst I am at physical therapy (yeah, that should be fun and I’m assuming there will be a bribe somewhere in there to keep him calm), then back to town to pick up Ms. Field Hockey at her job at the Donut Shop, and then round up Ms. Gymnastics so we can get her ready for her lesson.
I’ve also got to fight with the State Department (yes, that’s right, the State Department) to get a copy of a death certificate from South Africa. I swear, when this is over I am going to write a BOOK! Only it will have to be fiction as no one will believe it. Argh! The man has been dead since last December, just give me the death certificate, will ya!? Fer god’s sake!
I’ve got lists of tasks that need to be done – people to contact about the Deaf Innocence Project – deans of law schools, department heads of deaf related agencies in Boston, clinical psychologists who can sign and evaluate the deaf, HEARD in DC to get names of prisoners in Massachusetts, and so on and so forth. I guess I’m doing this in fits and starts between the other duties as assigned for this week.
Because of the injuries I often have one good day followed by several days where I can’t quite get out of bed and if I do I can’t quite function the way I want to. It slows everything down. Was just told it can take up to 2 years for the bone in my arm to heal entirely, although it seems to be well on its way – more or less. I’m grumping less about the rotator cuff now that I understand it had to be split to put a screw through it and into the head of my humerus. Still, the darn thing is a real PITA.
Today I was listening to a book on tape (me and any car in the vicinity) and ended up pulling off to the side of the road to learn words for “adolescent, juvenile, crime, criminal, illegal, leave, left and there” among others. How? I have a great ASL Dictionary on my iPhone. Not going to drive and gawk at them.
I’ve got to contact the Apple store – there’s something wonky about the iPhone – it won’t back up – fortunately I have an extended warranty. I guess going to the Apple store happens on Wednesday because I have no idea how to work it in before then.
I think my new SIL just “got it” about how deaf I am. He had someone over chatting business today and I took out my hearing aid and told them, “I took out my hearing aid, so I’m functionally deaf now – you can talk and I’ll not understand a word.” A little while later his visitor said (loudly to me) “Wow! You were telling the truth.” Apparently the SIL had been trying to get my attention with NO LUCK. Yup. Deafie – that’s me. So later he started talking loudly to get my attention and then I explained to him that he needed to talk TO me – as in face to face – for me to really hear what he has to say. Life is getting better. 🙂
So I’m rambling tonight – it is all the cat’s fault. Really. It is. Now all my busy things are circling around my head. Go to sleep, little blogger…