It really is cool when someone asks me a question about something they read in my blog post the night before. Sometimes it throws me for a moment, quickly recovering and then responding.

I have been told reading my blog is like having me sitting across from you, which is awesome, but when someone comments about something I posted the night before, it’s still cool and I’m still tickled every time. I hope I never lose that feeling, I don’t think I could!

Today, when I talked to my dad, he said, “sorry about the pool”, it took me a second, then I realized, oh yeah! My post from last night! How cool is that, my dad reads my blog!

Other times I’m thrown because I think I might be telling a new story to someone and “oh yeah, I read that in your blog”! Wow!

I know I’ve said it before, but I thank you, honest and truly, I really do thank you for not only reading and commenting, but taking the time to want to read it, maybe it’s because we know each other, we’re friends or family, maybe you found it searching WordPress. Whatever your reason, I am honored that you look for my post each night/morning to see what I rambled on (like now) about last night.

So..thank you!

Today, after working 9 hours, I decided I would like to go to the pool. Lay out, relax a little, lounge in the pool,maybe do some laps, test out my new bathing suit.

I get suited up, spray on the sun block, 30 thank you, put my chair cover, towel, book and sunglasses in my bag, baseball cap on, grab the keys and out I go. It’s such a long walk, all 100 yards after I get downstairs…

I can see one person at the pool through the fence, I get to the gate and there is a big chain around the gate “Pool Closed”, what? I go around to the other gate, thinking maybe someone forgot to unchain the first one, nope, big chain and pool closed sign. I saw someone in there, how did they get in?

I went into the front office to ask what was going on and apparently there have been issues..human issues. People drinking in the pool, even the tiniest bit of alcohol can do damage, it takes a lot of chemicals to clean that up, then there was the person who let their dog into the pool, come on people, really?

So now, it’s going to be a few days while the chemicals do their magic and we can get into the pool again. Pook.

The woman I talked to was very nice and apologetic, I could still sit in there and soak up some rays, thanks, but I prefer to have a place to cool off once I get too hot. I asked if there was a notice that went out, she said there hadn’t been, they could only send a few emails per month, based on the service they were using for mass emails, ok…well, later this evening, we got an email about it, part of our weekly “community email”. Would have been nice to receive it a little earlier.

Oh well, back to the apartment I went and used my time wisely. I fixed my bathing suit, I sewed the straps to the back, so it was now a tank instead of a tie at the neck, which make me feel like I’m being choked.

Sometimes, people confuse, irritate and sadden me. C’mon people, use that thing between your ears and some common sense most of us have…didn’t you learn anything from kindergarten? One person can spoil it for the rest of us!

Every day, you come to visit me, my dear friends, to see/”hear” what I have to say on whatever happens to pop into my head..lucky you! I mean, lucky me! (THAT I do mean!)

These are my random musings, based on something that might have happened, something I saw, a movie I watched, a book I read, anything. There are some days I have absolutely no idea what to talk about, sometimes even up to the moment I start typing. And sometimes that’s a good thing and sometime not…

Over the last few days, I started to wonder… (and here is a nod to my favorite high school history teacher, Mr P (wish I could spell his name out) but anyone I went to high school with will know who I’m talking about) … I said to myself, “Self” do you think people sometimes read your blog looking to see if you’ll talk about things that pop into their heads, things that that are interesting to them?

So, my dear friends, are there things you would like to know my opinion on, my musings on a subject that you hold near and dear? (I believe you have figured out that there really aren’t too many topics I won’t talk about!) Please let me know, add it to the comments on the blog page, on my Facebook page or Twitter post (that just makes think of John Malkovich in the last Transformers movie) or even a private message if you don’t want to go public, you know I won’t use your real name! and you might just inspire me, who knows…you could have an entire post that was your doing, your inspiration!

Not to worry, I haven’t run out of things to talk about, as evidence that I am blogging about wondering what you might be thinking about! And we still have over half a year for this daily blog and I know I will continue after January 6, 2014!

So, you tell me, dear readers…what are your thoughts? Who knows…you may or may not be surprised by what I have to say!

What triggers emotions?

I could go into a long diatribe about all emotions and what triggers them, how we react, but I’m not going to do that to you again! (Ok, this seems contradictory, but bear with me)

The reason I thought about it is that I watched Moonstruck tonight and every time I watch it, I have the same reactions, but the biggest one that always gets me is when they go to The Metropolitan Opera to see a production of La Boheme.

I know this opera, it’s one of my favorites, my parents took me when I was a kid and we did the production in college, I’ve listened to it on my own (never got into Rent) and seen it multiple times, on the stage and on the big screen.

The scene they show in Moonstruck is one of the saddest in the opera, second only to the scene at the end, when Mimi dies. The scene I am referring to is so sad that every time I hear that aria or see it, I start tearing up and I know me, I am prepared, but not prepared when it comes around, if that makes sense.

Maybe another time I’ll talk about other triggers, just wanted to share this one. What’s yours?

Today I did some thing that I feel really bad about.

I made a big social faux pas and I will get over it eventually, but right now, not so much. DCM and I were out to brunch and I made the HUGE mistake of asking our waitress if she was pregnant and for the 2nd time in my life regretted it the second the words came out of my mouth.

I learned a long time ago, just like everyone, especially men, don’t ask that question if you’re not positive and I should have headed that advice, but open foot, insert mouth.

Any advice for the idiot hanging her head in shame tonight?

Yesterday, I had an appointment with a new hand specialist in Denver for my carpal tunnel.

My adjuster was able to find someone close that I could go to for a follow up for my wrist and elbow. I made the appointment for 1:15pm yesterday, showed up about 1:12, filled out my paperwork then sat there for a good 30 minutes before I was shown into an exam room.

The nurse came in about five minutes later to talk to me, ask questions and tell me what the next steps were and that the doctor would be in soon…yeah right. It was another 10 minutes before he came in, seemed pleasant, told me I looked familiar, spent about 7 minutes talking to me, tapping on my wrist, asked me a few questions and then walked out, really? The nurse came back, told me what the next steps were and then I was done.

I was at the office for an hour and spent less than 20 minutes talking to anyone medically trained.
What happened to bedside manners? There was a time that doctors would spend time with you, make you feel special, like s/he cared. Don’t they make movies where the “country” doctor still makes house calls, knows all their patients by name, is someone the community knows and gathers around? Isn’t that called bedside manner? Seems like a lost art.
The nurse and receptionist were very nice, the doctor was nice enough, but seemed like he had somewhere else to be, didn’t leave me with warm fuzzies, oh well…

So…the next step in my carpal and cubital tunnel treatment is nerve testing. The nurse is reaching out to the workers comp insurance company to get approval and then I will get a call from a testing place and we go from there. I’ll keep you posted.