Monday,
March 8,
2004
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unexpectedly tense Things have calmed down around here. But I found a way to feel tense anyway.
I tried to analyze it. It boiled down to three things: I don't like making travel plans...especially for other people. Doctors make me nervous. Dad makes me nervous sometimes. (Especially when he has to go to a doctor and when he comes over hours early because he is bored.) Hey...it was all Dad's fault! He and his friend have this elaborate plan to go to Iceland and to get there cheaply they plan to go through Europe (using my air miles, visiting someone in Germany on the way). Then using cheap airlines to get to Iceland. I don't mind giving them the miles. But I have to make the call and then I have to call back later and change the name on his friend's ticket because her passport has a different first name. I hate making phone calls. The second time I call the phone system taunts me by trying various things instead of the frequent flier number I thought I just clearly said. It worked the first time today. A supervisor fixes the ticket but I don't feel relieved. I feel tense. It worries me that my eighty-seven-year-old dad wants to go off on such a trip, I guess. Now I have to buy him that traveler's medical insurance and all. Then the corrected e-ticket does come in e-mail so I'm going to have to call a third time! Dad also has an appointment to see a dermatological surgeon. He wants me to go because he hasn't seen this guy before and I know he wants me to fill out the forms. He comes over well over two hours before we need to go. I try to go on doing what I'm involved with but it makes me tense. [Even though I know he's just bored and he sits quietly and reads and doesn't bother me.] The doctor's office (where they don't do anything but look and make an appointment for Wednesday to do something) makes me tense, too. The tension persists when I get home and Dad's gone off for dinner with friends and I've fixed the ticket problem. Or almost fixed it. At least when I look it up on-line, it's correct. The tension makes me tired and sleepy. The tension proves that no matter how charmed your life you can make yourself tense.
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The coolest magazine rack.
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Tension.
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lunch
snacks a bunch of cheddar
cheese and tortilla chips
dinner
Today I
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I drug out of bed at 7am. Beautiful day, though, and I felt great after water aerobics and a little gym time. I went home, ate something out of the fridge, and worked on getting my dad and his friend tickets to go to Europe this summer with my miles. Dad has an appointment at 3:15 with this doctor not far away and wants me to go. He has said he'll come over at two, but he actually comes over much earlier. I sit him down with a magazine so I can do a few things. I get dressed and we go quite early to the appointment. I fill out the forms which are not too long, thankfully, and he sees the doctor briefly before getting an appointment to come back and have the guy dig a skin lesion out that is cancerous. I'm sure I'll start having to have this type of thing removed soon enough. Don't look forward to it. At home, I find out that my dad's friend hasn't bothered to tell me the actual first name on her passport. This necessitates a begging call to change the ticket for her. I get it done and it shows up correctly online and I'm supposed to get a new e-ticket in e-mail but it doesn't arrive so I guess I have to call back again. She wants to know if I want to book their interim trip to Iceland but I decide not. I have to buy some of that travel insurance for my dad...hoping they will evacuate him if he falls ill. These policies also arrange for remains to be repatriated. One doesn't like to think about it...but I figure that buying this insurance is the surest way to not need it. I will buy some for Forrest and I as well. The day has slipped away from me, as so many do these days. I have tidied up a few things around the house, but not much. I've almost finished my book. I relax with the TV, my book, newspapers while FFP goes to work out. I work The New York Times crossword which has a Happy Days theme. FFP and I watch our tape of L Word from last night and then CSI: Miami. I go to bed with for my leg vibration and reading while watching some old M*A*S*H and then listening to the digital jazz channel. I think I'm getting more and more at peace with the bed.
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Newspapers. Several old copies of The New Yorker. The Amateur Marriage by Anne Tyler. Almost done with this one. It's a good book but if it were written by an unknown I don't think it would get published.
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JUST
TYPING
