I’m back in San Diego, the stories start again. Mom got a virectomy on her eye this morning to clear up the debris floating around from prior surgeries (outpatient, done with lasers to remove cataract remnants and vitreous floaters). A strange historical moment: the Scripps Mercy admitting nurse handing my 90-year old mother a Fujitsu tablet and asking her to tap consent into the Electronic Medical Record system -- Mom's first high tech experience. I had faith in her surgeon's attention to detail because he noticed my many bruises and asked if I was okay (I fell off a ladder recently – the garage looks good, I don’t.) Today is Mom’s actual birthday. After surgery was over, the medical staff decorated her with a giant banner like a beauty queen; I promptly posted the picture on Facebook to rave reviews. Considering all the things that might have gone wrong, the procedure was quite the success. We celebrated with takeout deli and cheesecake (not at all diabetic-compliant).
Afterwards, I took advantage of my mother’s lack of sight and my father’s exhaustion to throw out rotting fruit, stale Halloween candy and assorted artifacts. Did you know that overripe bananas explode when disturbed? I tossed hundreds of magazines in the recycle bin and discovered the mystery cache of soda cans that my father was planning to turn in for a reward. After ants started to crawl up my legs, I needed a sanity break at Santee’s newest hip hideout – the local microbrewery. It’s 5 minutes away, it has decent beer, but alas, with no wifi connection, it’s not such a find. I’m back sitting in a lawn chair on the driveway, hacking into the neighbor’s connection. I bought my father a year’s supply of kitchen garbage bags, which was an exciting product discovery – he’s been taping together plastic grocery sacks for decades. His 90th birthday is this Sunday, so that might be his present.
Another action-packed day is planned for tomorrow with appointments and errands. I am determined to eliminate the rusty lawn furniture in the back yard, wish me luck.
Afterwards, I took advantage of my mother’s lack of sight and my father’s exhaustion to throw out rotting fruit, stale Halloween candy and assorted artifacts. Did you know that overripe bananas explode when disturbed? I tossed hundreds of magazines in the recycle bin and discovered the mystery cache of soda cans that my father was planning to turn in for a reward. After ants started to crawl up my legs, I needed a sanity break at Santee’s newest hip hideout – the local microbrewery. It’s 5 minutes away, it has decent beer, but alas, with no wifi connection, it’s not such a find. I’m back sitting in a lawn chair on the driveway, hacking into the neighbor’s connection. I bought my father a year’s supply of kitchen garbage bags, which was an exciting product discovery – he’s been taping together plastic grocery sacks for decades. His 90th birthday is this Sunday, so that might be his present.
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