This will be one of my bang-zoom entries; I’m going to a workshop on memoir-writing at Thurber House in just under 30 minutes. (I’m writing at the main library.) I just hope the class isn’t taught by James Frey.
I went to the urgent care at Mount Carmel West and the twice-daily Naproxen they prescribed seems to be doing the trick. Not only is the pain gone, but the meds seem to be doing more than masking the symptoms. I’m still not trying anything reckless or foolhardy when it comes to lifting or physical exertion. I am just glad I found a working alternative to the Darvocet I was bumming from Steph–it aggravated my depression to the point where I was feeling suicidal.
On Sunday I went to The Oval at OSU to see Bruce Springsteen give a free concert. Steph and Susie were planning to go when they thought Obama would be in attendance, but lost interest when I told them it would only be The Boss. (Just to make sure, I checked with the Columbus Police and the OSU security guards–they would have had long powwows with the Secret Service if Obama himself was going to be there.) The concert was quite good, and I’m glad I went. I was close enough to the stage that I didn’t have to rely on the two Jumbotrons to see Springsteen. Excellent renditions of "Thunder Road" and "The Promised Land" made me wish this concert would be released commercially. Luke Perry was working the crowd, but I didn’t see him. (One of my deep dark secrets is that I was a fan of Beverly Hills 90210 when it was on in the early ’90s. I’d tape it and then watch it in the morning when I got home from my graveyard-shift job at the Cincinnati post office.)
Susie turned 11 yesterday, and she’s already received her big present–a German shepherd-chow mix named Emory, aged eight. His honeymoon (with me) is over. This occurred when he relieved himself (Number one and two) on my office floor. I need to add Love My Carpet to the shopping list when I get paid Friday. Susie baked her own cake and we had it for dessert last night.
Steph and Susie are at their respective choir practices at the Unitarian Church tonight. My guess is that I’ll be home ahead of them.