Yesterday was my maternal grandmother’s 90th birthday. I made the trip up to Bellingham for the party; Science Girl had to stay home and prepare a project for class. It was a nice affair. All the church ladies showed up – one of whom had recently turned 90 herself, so it was kind of a club thing. My aunt knocked herself out preparing food, as usual. I swear, that woman could whip up snacks for the entire population of the Western US from whatever she had lying around in her kitchen, and those snacks would be among the tastiest you’d ever shoved down your gullet. She is a hard-core cook, is what I’m saying.
Mom made the trip up from California, as did my Uncle Sam. (Don’t laugh – I have an Uncle Tom on my father’s side of the family.) He lives down in Southern CA (we don’t hold that against him) where they’ve been having all those floods. He said that the local airport, which was about a block from his house, fell into the river; since the planes used to fly directly over his house, he doesn’t really miss it.
No rain yesterday, though. It was a sunny and just generally gorgeous day. It’s been suspiciously spring-like for the past week. Much more like May than February, although it has been raining off and on all day today. Science Girl has been digging that, except for the fact that all the plants are confused and blooming much too early, and it’s been dry enough that she actually had to water a few things yesterday. So, basically, SoCal got our winter and we got theirs. Which, if you’re like me & don’t really enjoy the sunshine all that much, pretty much sucks.
Also currently sucking: my back. Somehow I tweaked the muscles in my lower back, perhaps driving to and from Bellingham yesterday. It’s a round-trip of about 3 ½ -4 hours, give or take. Most of the driving I do these days takes maybe an hour at most, so it’s possible I did something while on the road. At any rate, it’s really not much fun at all. I’ve got one of those chemical heat pads on it now. It’s helping some, but I’m still pretty cranky. Plus, I walk like an arthritic chimp, which is just unbelievably sexy.
ADDED 3/1/05, AROUND 1:20 AM - I've just given this post another look-see, and it appears as if I was going for some crazy "stream-of-consciousness" thing, because I'll be damned if each thought has anything to do with the preceeding thought.
Think of it as an exercise in speculative fiction: what if James Joyce were alive today and blogging, only somewhere along the line he'd had some sort of horrible brain injury.