But I'm getting so good at it, I might as well be a pro.
I wrote this entry last Sunday evening while I was trying to study. I didn't post it then because I didn't want my family to read about a certain incident until I had actually told them about it. (See item 1 below.) Anyway, this is just part of a longer entry.
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I’ve been a very bad blogger, I know. And there’s nothing like procrastination to drive you to do something else. It’s not that blogging is not important but, in my current list of things to do, it’s not urgent. And what should I be doing right now that is more important and more urgent than blogging? It’s finals week, friends. Yes, my nose should be buried in books and I should be doing research for my final paper.
I’m now in the basement of Lamont Library and there’s no Wi-Fi signal. Well, there is a signal but I can’t seem to be able to connect. (I don’t have any problems, though, when working from the café. Yes, people, it’s a library with its own café.) So, instead of making notes for my Public Finance class, I typed out a couple of emails that I should have sent out a week ago. And now, I’m writing this blog entry.
Okay, I missed a month or so of entries. Okay, about three months worth, so here are some of the highlights of the last three months, in no particular order:
1. Fracture
Okay, so it gets really cold up here in the Boston area. We had our first real snow last weekend. So, come Monday, I wore the boots that I bought a few weeks ago that I thought would be appropriate for such weather. Everything went fine the whole day—I attended my classes, worked on a problem set, attended a meeting. On the way that night, I went to CVS (a pharmacy chain) to buy some stuff. I walked up Mt. Auburn St., which was not my usual route coming home from school. I was walking, walking, walking when, WHAM! I slipped and fell on my butt. It was a very clean fall—no sliding around or twisting of the body. I just fell. My left arm, which I instinctively put out to break the fall, felt bruised although there were no obvious marks or damage. So, I continued on my walk home. I almost slipped a second time just a few steps away from where I fell. (Cantabrigians are so bad removing ice off the sidewalk!) My arm began to feel more and more stiff throughout the night and by the next morning, I was sure I needed to see the doctor.
I was seen by Dr O the next morning, on Tuesday. He was very nice and friendly and had a very dry humor. He asked if I had fractured anything before. I told him, “No, I’ve been very careful.” “Until last night,” he said. Uh, subtle. So, he ordered an x-ray and put my left arm on a sling. He then referred me to an orthopedic surgeon, Dr B. Okay, here was the thing, Dr B couldn’t see me until Friday afternoon. I found that distressing at first—“What? I have to wait four days to have a fractured elbow treated?!?”—and so did many of my friends. Later on, I found that re-assuring since it meant that it wasn’t an emergency situation (i.e., no surgery required). And indeed, Dr B confirmed, the fracture is very minor and I don’t even have to wear the sling anymore. Healing will take up to six weeks. I have a follow up x-ray next week to see how the healing is progressing. I still can’t put a lot of pressure on my left arm but I am doing quite well.
2. Marathon
So, I asked Dr B if I could run a marathon next month given the condition of my arm. He said it depends on how it feels. We’ll see. I have to ask doctor again next week. Anyway, J and I are going to Disney World next month to run the Disney Marathon. I’m very excited about that for several reasons: it’s going to be my first time at Disney World; I haven’t been on a roller coaster in ages; we’re going to see E&B and their daughters (the eldest being my goddaughter) since they’re driving up from Jacksonville; and we’re planning to go skydiving together after the marathon. I’m terrified as hell about the idea of skydiving but I’m also very, very psyched about it. Did I tell you I’m not so fond of heights? Which is probably why I love roller coasters and why I’ve bungee jumped over the Victoria Falls and why I’m all eager to sky dive. There’s nothing like facing your fears to give you a big thrill, eh?
3. Thanksgiving
J and I hosted our first Thanksgiving dinner in Cheverly. It was only supposed to be a party for three people when we invited MM, who’s a grad student at Columbia University, to spend the occasion with us. While we thought that everybody else was going to be out of town that weekend, we had about 11.5 people (half a count for the baby) over. We even had guests from Cebu! It was a real Thanksgiving feast that consisted of roasted turkey, homemade cranberry sauce, cornbread stuffing with caramelized onions, roasted asparagus with parmesan,mashed sweet potatoes, pumpkin soup, broccoli salad, garden salad, and garlic bread. Plus, we had four different kinds of desserts: apple pie by J, cheesecake pecan pie by me, pumpkin roll by N, and pumpkin cheesecake from the Cheesecake Factory. (The pumpkin cheesecake went hardly untouched I have to say.)
J drove up to Cambridge Tuesday because we watched a concert by Glen Hansard (of the Irish band The Framees) and Marketa Irglova, two of the stars of the indie sleeper hit of the year, Once, and who also collaborated on an album called The Swell Season. The concert was at the the Orpheum on Wednesday night, with Martha Wainwright opening for them. (Incidentally, J and I will be seeing Rufus at the 9:30 Club next Friday. I'm so looking forward to that.) For most of Wednesday morning and early afternoon, we baked our Thanksgiving desserts and made the soup. SP, my friend from school, came to help out because she wanted to watch us cook. Even though it was a long day, we still had to leave at 5 am on Thanksgiving day to pick up MM at Penn Station (in NJ). We arrived in Cheverly at noon, set up for the dinner, and the party commenced at around 4.30 pm. It was messy but it was fun. It was a memorable Thanksgiving.
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Entry to be continued.
It's Tuesday evening. Obviously, I'm still procrastinating.
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