Yesterday, I picked up my new glasses. I’d take a selfie if I could remember how, but I don’t. I asked David to take a photo using my old iPhone and he did, but I don’t know where it went. (I need a new phone…maybe next month?).
So you will have to wait until Mage and I get together in CA next month. Mage, and my kids all have cameras and iPhones. I have a camera too but I won’t be pointing it at me. Oh wait, I finally found it, or them. I now have four photos….duh!
The other reason I can’t take a selfie is my shoulder. My left arm is weak from the stoke I had a few years back, and my right arm has a torn rotator cuff.
Yesterday, I visited my orthopedic surgeon to get a shot, corticosteroid and something else, he said. He also said, “that’s it.” I’ve had four shots and therapy and the shoulder is no better. So the next thing is surgery or “just live with it.” Today, I am living with it. I don’t want surgery again anytime soon, so I’ll do that for a while.
Using a model and the MRI photo, he showed me what happens when the rotator cuff tears loose from the bone. I almost said “Ouch, no wonder that hurt.”
Daughter Julie came by this morning to take David grocery shopping. We were at the grocery store Thursday for Flu shots and walked a long way in the Mall to order my glasses. We patted ourselves on the back for all that walking.
Have now talked with both daughters about burial issues…where, how, etc.
Friday we picked my glasses up and then I took David to our favorite Irish Pub for lunch.
While we ate, the owner who is from Donegal County in Ireland told me about how things have calmed down in Ireland and we talked about the Irish music playing on the cafe’s sound system.
I told him I don’t have a drop of Irish blood in my veins, but grew up in western NC where I learned many Scots-Irish songs, and was raised Catholic so I knew many Irish priests. I also worked with many Irishmen when I was on Capitol Hill during Tip O’Neil’s time in office. All this made me think I must have Irish somewhere.
When we were outside the pub, I told him I am mostly German and English (he always walks us out.). He said, I’m not Irish either, I’m Scots descent by way of Ulster, but don’t tell those guys inside (he has two partners from the Republic of Ireland). I told him I have Scots, Welsh and English ancestors too, you know how most Americans are, a little this and a little that.
I read two mysteries by Henning Mankell this week, Faceless Killers and Dogs of Riga. Meanwhile I am reading a chapter a day of Madeline Albright’s Memoire which is quite good.