Happy Birthday to my mother, who is just finishing up a cruise throughout the northern Mediterranean with her husband, Robert. I spent the past week trying to figure out how to get to Lisbon to spend a couple days with her, and the airlines have won in their plot against me. What a pain!
I’m exhausted, so I will rag about the airlines later, but I just wanted to take a minute to fill you all in on my past two days. I have been finishing up all the details on the web site, getting all the validations in except for Bobby, the validation service dedicated to verifying that a site passes EVERYTHING to be totally perfect for physically impaired or disabled users. There are a couple of little things that are stopping me from passing their test, and I am having trouble finding justification and alternatives…but I will keep trying. There are tiny things, like non-sequential nesting headers (it only likes h1, h2, h3, h4, h5, etc., and I have a lot of sequences that go h1, h2, h3, h4, h4, h4, h6 – unacceptable, it says, though it passes the jump from h4 to h6) and giving me errors that says that the use of any graphic to represent color must have alternative text to state what it is trying to do. Well, I do have all those, on and on, and every graphic, but it isn’t seeing them, or something. So I keep plugging at it until I figure out what the trick is.
Ruth called me Sunday morning, so pleased with all the improvements in her office, and ready to rock and roll with the final details this week. But life raised its ugly head. Her daughter has been fighting off a viral infection and it has triggered her asthma, sending her through rounds of doctors and on a heavy course of antibiotics. Ruth has cancelled all her appointments for the past two days and possibly tomorrow to be with her 18 year old daughter through doctor visits and horrible coughing spells. She is an amazingly dedicated mother, but I can hear in her voice that she is totally worn out. She has help, so I would just be another body in the way, but I worry.
Maureen and I had lunch with another friend of ours, Helen Benjamin, at a pasta place that actually has a serious no smoking area. The food was great and the service was delightful. Helen had been to “Pasta Mias” many times before and said that it had gotten high reviews over the years in the newspaper. We had a great time catching up. Helen has just returned from a couple months in the states and Mexico, having a great time visiting tourist sites and fantastic museums and gardens, and spending time with family there. So we had a lot of catching up to do.
I headed right back home, and then realized that I had forgotten to pick up salad and veggies…oh, well, I’ll do it tomorrow on my way home from my 6:30 walk with Maureen.
My depression over losing Dahni comes and goes and for the past few days, I’ve been able to keep a grip on myself and have been in a fairly good mood, but a few little things happened today that have sent me spiraling down a bit. I just can’t seem to get past the tireds. Next week I will kick up the exercise and that should help me bust through the blues. It usually does. Wednesday I have a massage with my friend, Ida, and then I’m going bra shopping with Ruth, always a humiliating experience, but this time the humilation is on her and not me. I’ll fully outfitted with gorgeous bras from my time in the states. What a joy it is to actually have pretty bras to wear instead of those cement encased nightmares I had to wear when my boobs were 38 KKK. It is so wonderful to be a “D” cup now, though with all the weight I’ve been losing, I can feel the bras feeling a bit too roomy. What a nice change. Having the surgery to remove my oversized watermelon boobs was the absolute best thing I ever did in my life. I highly recommend it to everyone who is over a DD cup. Honestly! They took off over SIX POUNDS of boob!
On Thursday, Maureen and I are planning to head north to buy meat and dairy products, so that will be a nice escape. Then it is back to work, buckling down. It sounds like I have such a fairy tale life, and in many ways I do, but I work glued o this computer often from 5:30 in the morning until midnight, with hardly a break for exercise and eating. I often work while eating. Shame on me. So when I do take a break, it is much deserved.
Well, forward ho!
Tel Aviv, Israel