To slightly misquote the late, great Ms. Bette Davis, it’s going to be a bumpy ride. I’m trying to juggle lawyers, banks and doctors, clear the decks, and strip for action. I was originally going to start chemo tomorrow. Now I’m having labs and a bone marrow biopsy done and starting chemo the 11th.
I saw the sinus doctor Tuesday and he didn’t tell me anything I didn’t already know. Afterward, I got a manicure (I’m inept with the nail scissors and weak using the nail clipper with my left hand) while waiting for it to be my turn to get my hair cut. I took home a Pizza Hut personal pizza, which, personally, was a big hit. I was on a roll yesterday, and if the Goodwill truck had been in the Market Street parking lot as it usually is, I would have accomplished everything on my to do list for the day. I met with the bank guy, closed out mom’s accounts at her bank and moved the funds to the account I opened for that purpose at my bank, and got the rent draft transferred to the new account. Then I did a paper goods run to Walmart — tissues for both ends, paper towels, two boxes of Ensure High Protein and a few groceries. I finally took the stuff of mom’s that I wanted our good friend CK to have to her house and had a nice little visit with them.
Monday, I reconfigured my computer and desk, and finally set up the new printer. I disassembled the world and had monitors in the kitchen and on the table (I had to take their pedestals off).
The monitor mount is like a wall mount for a TV except the arms are pole mounted instead of wall mounted. It has two options — a clamp mount or mounting through a hole drilled in the surface of whatever you’re mounting it on. The way my desk is constructed, drilling a hole in the desktop and using that option was the most stable option. Then I discovered it required a 3/8th inch hole in my desktop and I only had a 1/4 inch drill bit (yes, I am a Toolbelt Diva), so I had to “enlarge the hole” using the drill bit to rasp the sides of the hole larger. Got quite a little pile of particle board dust on the floor, but I achieved success. I screwed the little mounts on the backs of the monitors, mounted them to the arms, then reassembled the computer. I have a whole lot more desk space now, and everything works better. I did have to pull the desk back out and switch the monitor connecting cables so my goofy computer would call the righthand monitor “monitor 1.” (%*&$#@!)
The new printer was ridiculously easy to set up. Took me all of 10 minutes and was completely painless. It prints purty!
The people are coming for the dinette set and sideboard Monday. In the meantime, I ordered a TV table , the pieces of which are now unpacked and lying on the floor (some assembly required, of course). I currently have my TV on the sideboard, which is 38 inches high; my chair is too close to the TV and at that angle, watching TV is a pain in the neck. The TV table is 30 inches high. One of the reasons for ditching the dinette set is so I can get more distance between the TV and my chair. I can flip the rug back, pull the sideboard out (it’s on casters), slide the TV table in behind it and transfer the VCR and black box, etc., to it, but it’s going to take two people to move the TV, not because it’s all that heavy, but because it’s a 55-inch diagonal.
#3 Orchid is MAGENTA! It has two blooms open now. Mr. Balls is next up to bloom. I already know his flowers are white as this will be the second time he’s bloomed since I got him. Don’t know what color #4 Orchid is, though. (Oh, the suspense!)
I’ve just started on book #2 of the 19-book Sebastian St. Cyr series re-read– murder mysteries set in Regency England. C. S. Harris is a pseudonym for Candace Proctor and her husband Steven Harris. Harris is a former intelligence officer. Proctor has a Ph.D. in European history and specializes in this time period. Her settings are not the romanticized, sanitized, “movie” version. She shows you Regency England, warts and all. I find it fascinating the way she fits her plots into the context of what was going on in the world at the time, not just in Europe, but in America as well, and that some of her “characters” were real historical figures (e.g., Benjamin Franklin’s oldest son) doing things they actually did. If you like Regency romances and murder mysteries, these books are the best of both worlds. Each book is stand-alone, but I’d start with the first book and read them in sequence as they occur in chronological order.
Now, if I can just catch the Goodwill truck and unload the stuff in the trunk and back seat of my car, I will be a happy camper.