Yesterday after the rain I was flip flopping down the path at the arboretum (clutching a cold can of Miller high life) thinking I really need some tie up shoes when a groundskeeper asked after me. I am such a regular there they know me and look for me if miss a few days. I don't know if I should be embarrassed but I'm not.
I think it was the radiation therapy that took out the hair. Now it's growing back and I won't need the eyebrow stencils hubby "forgot" to order for me. I tried penciling them in in various ways, but they looked clownish-especially the little triangles on end. I don't know that stencils would help, but the brow less look is not glamourous.
Things got quite lively in the infusion center today. I put my magazine down to enjoy the nurses singing theme songs from sit coms of yore, with the "campers" joining and commenting on the shows. We were all involved with the news and game shows on the big screen TV near the ceiling as we snacked in our recliners. The lady next to me was yelling numbers to the contestant on the Price Is Right as the room cheered her on when she finally won that cute creamy green FIAT. My Fiat is silver. Yay, Fiat! The soap opera was popular, too and no one seemed to mind the channel flipping. If we weren't all plugged into IV pumps you'd think you were at a neighbourhood beauty parlour.
It's raining again. It's a shame because it's also the Fourth of July. Hubby and I don't usually make plans to see fireworks anyway. This is a duck and cover type of holiday in Baltimore, although cake would be nice.
Well here I am again at the park collecting beneficial forest gases wearing my magical atheist underpants. Do do they have pictures of the world's landmarks; the Eiffel Tower and the London Bridge as in "I see London I see France I see someone's underpants"? Are they polka dotted? Do the strings hang out my armpits? No. There are no such things as magical undergarments (except for Kevlar) and I'm not really an atheist mostly.