I am peachy-thrilled that September is over. Two days before my much-anticipated bike trip to Maine I had my first kidney stone atttack. I woke up at 2am thinking I was gonna die from back pain and vomiting. Arnie was in Miami taking care of his mom and I ended up calling 911 rather than put our son, John, in the position of carrying me to his car, etc. And so I spent a merry night yakking all over some very charming EMT's as they transported my whiny self to the hospital. Forty minutes later, after a CATscan and some drugs, I lay in the ER with two of my boys and John's faithful girlfriend attending me. I was not a pretty picture, laying like a tired salmon under fluorescent lights, in my tropical "mumu" and covered with yak juice. I turned to my young'uns and said, "Okay, take a good look, kids. I have now
become Grandma!" I was discharged with a round of back-up drugs and instructions to stay home until the newly discovered kidney stone had "passed", so I had to blow off my bike trip (I really didn't want to end up in a hospital in "Hooterville", Maine anyway). It's now October 10th, I've had one minor attack since then, but have no @#$%^&! stone to show for my troubles. Between the two attacks I've felt fine (except for being pissed-off, of course) and have continued to travel and check in with my doc. When this month is over I will have either produced the stone or my doc wants to "go get it". I'll negotiate that deal later.
Zach and I went to the DC area and saw 4 schools in 3 days, which was great fun. We also ate french, greek and morrocan food, cruised the National Zoo and skimmed around the major monuments. Definitely got our bang for the buck there.
John's girl, Ashley, turned 21 on the 26th of the month. Since she's not much for booze she asked for a goofball birthday party. And so we rented a bounce house, cooked burgers for 40 people and staged a gigantic food/water-balloon fight for all the young adults. It was a sight to behold. We older adults
needed booze after that party. Ashley finished the day sharing a short glass of "Jack" on ice with her dad.
This weekend I am in Dayton, Ohio (and yes, I sang Randy Newman's song to our hosts) playing with Arnie and some other couples. We are doing a round of football games and local festivals. You haven't lived until you've gone to the Sauerkraut Festival in Waynesville, OH and eaten sauerkraut cream pie and a sandwich affectionately called the "Hawg Dawg", which is a hotdog the size of a well-hung elephant's... well, you know. Tomorrow we'll go to an "apple butter" festival, which is a childhood favorite of mine. I will be binging on apple fritters (or "flappers" as they call 'em here). I am really enjoying the 40-degree weather instead of the 92 degrees I left behind.
Next weekend Zach and I are flying to Hartford to visit Umass Amherst and Amherst College. Amherst is Zach's dream school and I figure it's only $70 to apply and we'll worry about the outcome another day. It's also an excuse for Zach to see Smith, etc.
November is looking good to me.