I think I look like a maniac in that picture. One of my eyelids is droopier than the other, and it gives me a slightly cockeyed expression. I put it up because it amuses me – I have a relative lack of vanity.
I was gonna say I jumped on the scale but that would break it (my sister did that once in a rage). I glided onto the scale and was 237.7. Down 12.2 pounds, Pretty cool. Jenny will attest that I was a saint in NJ (at least in terms of food).
Rehearsals have started, and I’m alternating between racist and Indian chief (also racist) and singing high A’s (I think that’s as high as I can comfortably go though I may be able to screech out a B. High C is above me. Richie heard me practicing and said “that sure is high.” He’s used to my usual country-folk-rock voice, much lower.
And I get to see my grandchildren today, so I’m a happy camper. Richie isn’t – he has a colonoscopy tomorrow, but once that’s done it’s done.
So this week – rehearse, swim, see the grandchildren I hope (the other grandmother doesn’t want me to) and stay mellow. I told Richie yesterday that I hated that my kids were unhappy, but that I was (happy). And being unhappy for them won’t help them. They have to find their way to happiness on their own. It’s just that moms want to fix all the booboos, even at this age.
Off to an early-morning shrink appointment (she takes the summer off). So I’ve got a great week ahead of me.
Whats on your agenda?