Weekend Adventures

Where to start again? I should be doing this daily!

Saturday, I was supposed to hang out with mom at the Uptown Art Fair. It was her birthday weekend and that's what she wanted to do. Let it be known, I HATE THE UPTOWN ART FAIR. It's not all local artists, it's crowded, it's (IMHO) pretty crappy art, and it's expensive and a PITA to get around at. Luckily, it was supposed to storm that day, so she cancelled on me. It just sprinkled a lot that day, and I felt guiltily grateful.

Sunday, P drove me out to her place, we visited a bit, P left, and mom and I were taken to The Chanhassen Dinner Theater for Always...Patsy Cline. I'm not going to lie. I was rather dreading it. 1. Dinner theater always makes me think about rubber chicken and poor acting by ppl who never made it "big" 2. Dinner with my mom and brother is always a little weird. I can have dinner with one or the other, but both for some reason is awkward. I don't know why. Maybe memories of childhood? I don't have any idea. But it was very nice. Except the iceburg dinner salad. EW. The chicken I had was pretty good, and the wild rice was super yum. The show was lovely. I was afraid it was going to be a "tribute show" (think Elvis) and that was it. But there was a great storyline about this little gal in Texas who LOVED Patsy and how she got to meet her. The gal that played Patsy was quite good (and anyone who knows me, knows I'm a snob about that sort of thing). All in all, it was a wonderful evening, and a big thanks to my generous brother.

Monday, Mom and I went out to lunch at The Edina Grill where one of her girlfriends had given her a GC to. It was really yummy. I got the grilled salad with shrimp and a beer, mom had the spinach salad and a glass of wine. Not that my salad didn't rock, but hers was better (nibbler!). She brought me back into the city, and we split a drink across the street. I introduced her to D, my friend who is in her age bracket, but I got a NO look from her. I tried!

Today's been quiet. Dishes. Thinking about design that I want to put on Thank You card for The Good Doctor's office team. Planning cookie bonanza for Thursday. Oh, and thinking about dinner too....

I Can (mostly) See Clearly Now...

Both eyes done. I am getting tiny headaches, but The Good Doctor said that may happen, due to getting used to seeing light clearly again. It really is a "Wizard of Oz" type experience, like when Dorothy enters brightly colored Oz from grey Kansas. Yeah, Brad Warner talks about never gaining true "enlightenment", I challenge that. Just kidding! It's a completely different kind of enlightenment. I wish I could really explain the change. Maybe like seeing "Spiderman" on a 10 inch black and white TV, then watching it at IMAX in 3-D? My depth perception is still a titch off, but The Good Doctor said that will go away.

I drove again today, and that was exciting. No panic attacks or nothing scary. Even made myself drive on the freeway for a few miles. Did it in heels, too. Take that!

Last weeks job interviews went well. I didn't get Job 1 (which is fine, as much as I WANT to work, I want a job I'll enjoy, and this didn't "feel" right). Was supposed to have 2nd interview with Job 2 today, but the guy double booked, so I have to go out tomorrow again. Oh well, no biggie. It's not like I went in and they said "Oh, God! Thought we got rid of YOU!". I've been still looking online for stuff, but it seems to have dried up a bit. And my pride won't let me manage and Applebee's quite yet. Yet...

I still need to work on finishing up my Adventures in Cataracts zine that I think will be helpful to others. Also, have decided that this place WILL get clean. No matter what. Somehow. Because now I can REALLY see how awful it got to. Don't even ask.

My girlfriend Chrissy's birthday is today. I promised her I'd wear the eyepatch and dress as a pirate for her. I really don't know who else I'd do this for. Now I have to figure out if I have any piratey clothes. I'm thinking my shredded skirt, the bustier, boots, and something weird with the hair. Or just a fucking bandanna. Wish I still had that pretty pirate fluffy shirt from the early 90's... Oh well!