Happy November, people! Only seven and a half weeks till Christmas – and only seven and a half weeks minus two days till my birthday, which is quite important too, I think.
Halloween is over for another year, thank the powers that be. It was pretty quiet around my school – too quiet, now that I think of it. What did the kids DO with all their usual energy and high spirits around Halloween? They probably took it out on their ownneighbourhoods – lighting firecrackers, egging houses, wreaking general havoc. They didn’t do it around my house though. It was actually very subdued around here.
I have two lovely deep bruises from the dry needling and manhandling of my shoulder and armpit on Tuesday. One bruise is on the front of my shoulder, the other is right in my armpit. That’s a first. I’ve never bruised my armpit before. And my shoulder still feels a little stiff and sore. So the jury is still out on the efficacy of the treatment.
My latest friend with breast cancer turned out to be at Stage 1, so she’s had a lumpectomy and when she heals from that, there will be a course of radiation and then meds for a number of years. In the grand scheme of things, this is wonderful news. She emailed me when she came home from the hospital and said she was tired and sore, but absolutely fine. I’m so grateful!
The company that PG has worked for for the past three years has shut down. This was completely without notice, though PG did have an inkling that the jobs didn’t seem to be coming in the way they used to. They are finishing up one final job and then he’s out on the street. He does have a small private renovation job lined up for the immediate future, however, and he and two of his co-workers are seriously talking about the three of them doing inside renovation work together (the company was mostly doing huge outside jobs before – leaky condo stuff). PG would like that, but he doesn’t want to be the guy who finds the jobs and does the estimates. Been there, done that, got the T-shirt, he says, and it didn’t fit.
My car, my lovely dream of a BMW, has developed a super-annoying rattle on the passenger side. I am having a hell of a time trying to figure out exactly where it is – because, you know, if you can pinpoint the location of a nasty rattle, it doesn’t bother you as much. True fact. At first, I thought it was the glove box, so I rummaged around in there a million times. No change. Then I believed it was the air vents, so I mucked around with them. Again, no change. Then I thought maybe the passenger seat, or the seatbelt, but fiddling with them didn’t help. Then I moved on to the back seat, and I wiggled everything back there that could wiggle, to no avail. Now I think it’s somewhere in the door, so I’ve been pushing and pulling the door panel and handles. So far, no change. Even having my winter tires put on didn’t help. Plus, I’m almost sure that the rattle is temperature-related. It MAY be noisier in the morning when it’s colder outside – but then again, sometimes it’s just as noisy in the warmer afternoon when I’m driving home. I just don’t know. What works best right now is to crank the music. I’m afraid that I’m going to have to be that cranky old lady who takes her car in for servicing, demanding that they “fix that damn rattle – and no, I DON’T know where it is, that’s YOUR job to figure it out! If I knew where it was, I’d deal with it myself!”
Well. Here’s hoping for a good November!