I finally cooked.

Since I have lived here it seems I have had take out or frozen food. One night I heated something I think, but tonight I cooked. I even marinated artichoke hearts and porcini mushrooms. YUM! It felt good to be gourmet again.

I liked my new doctor. I had to wait forever to be seen. And then I was very unimpressed with the place. Blue Cross assigned me there because the place I picked was full or something and so I was going to come home and change, but then I met my doctor. She is young and female and had good bedside manner. So I changed my mind. I like her. She gave me two sets of pills—one for each problem—the leg pills have six refills. That ought to get me through any dance—the other stuff should help the other issues. She did not seem overly concerned—the very worst it could be is some sort of benign tumor—no concern at all, so we just have to fix it! But I knew it was nothing serious—just necessary to treat. She took blood just in case but unless I hear something I should assume all is fine as far as anything extreme.

Then I had to choose a pharmacy. Every day it seems I do something else that means I live here—if only my heart joined the rest of it! I finally went to Trader Joe’s and even did a quick run at Vons. I thought I forgot my cell phone—which didn’t concern me too much because I was not planning to speak to anyone, and I rarely get crucial calls anyway. But I could not find it when I got home. I searched and searched. It was laying n the grass on my way to my apartment—for HOURS! I was so thankful to have found it!

It seems my first official American election will not be Oct. 7 in the gubernatorial recall, as I hear a high court postponed it. That is okay; people would be surprised at my vote anyway.

I had a CRANKY day. I mean I was not a happy camper. I finally realized I was too tried—this after getting to bed reasonably early last night!

I bought my other plane ticket this morning. My deciding factor was that I could tell it was going up. Originally there were three flights that morning—6:30, 7:09 and 8:05. I wanted the 7 so I could get to Tyler early but still not get up at 4. Well, when I checked back it was not listed. So I did a search by schedule and found that flight was available for a lot more money—so I could tell the low priced seats were selling off. So I bought. Boy, if I could ever play the stock market it would be great! I did not buy the hotel yet—I am playing with hotwire on that. I am going to end up in a luxury place for beans. Hotwire makes it TOO easy to figure out which hotel you have. So I have to wait and balance my checkbook before I do that-it may have to wait. That is fine—al the big stuff is done. Dr Hayes and I are talking about getting together when I am in Tyler. He is who I want to see so badly. I figure everyone else will be too busy on Thanksgiving, and I will be back at Christmas and possibly even at church Sunday. He and his wife will be in Tyler so I hope it works. I have YET to meet his wife so I told him this would be a good time. Of course I have to GET to him. I will be car-less in Tyler. I emailed Beverly and said I HAD To go to early prayer Friday. If that is ALL I do in Tyler I am fine. But want to see Dr. Hayes.

You know WHY I like being with Dr. Hayes so much and want to see him? He is a good friend, but one thing that has made him such a good friend is that he believes in me. He was my boss and dealt with me in professional situations every day and yet I could sit in his office with my shoes OFF and do ballet and that never made him think any less of me. He defended me to teachers and even the superintendent when it would have made him look better NOT to. He truly could care LESS what people think. He cares about what is right even if it maeks him look bad in the job. Even though he saw me in a tutu (over my cloths, of course!) and ballet shoes and knew I taught my class that way—silly as could be—he put me in charge of stuff that could have made him look bad if it were messed up. He trusted me professionally but let me be free personally. I don’t know that I will ever have a work situation like that again. And in this time when I feel so utterly imprisoned by the confining nature of this situation, it makes it more appealing than ever. A lot of people think I am funny and silly and enjoy my free spirited personality, but many of those same people would never trust me to run anything important. He could see both sides and balance them. That is why I miss him so much.


I can’t WAIT til November. That is going to be the BEST—Pennsylvania and Texas—my two favorite places on earth! Of course I love Pismo Beach, too, but I won’t be getting there til the off season. It is 4 hours away but one discounted night in a hotel there right now costs the same as two nights in Dallas WITH a rental car.

Remember when I got off my last flight to Vermont and swore I never wanted to fly again?

I am over it.

I can’t stay still. It is pointless.

You know what is really interesting? In my discouragement I have used one word more than any other: Pointless. That is how I have felt. Not helpless or despondent or anything that awful—just pointless. Yesterday it hit me how funny that is for me—the one always pointing my feet and asking “What’s your Pointe?” Now I must say I don’t know.

A note on my plane ticket: For fun I price the fare I bought this morning. You can still get the same route but the early flights are gone. To get on the same schedule I bought would cost me $91 MORE. Man I wish I could use airline tickets as investments! I would be rich (-:

To bed to bed so I can be a happy Susan tomorrow!