Today's landmark decisions to come out of the follow-up:
- I get to drop two of the three diuretics I'm on
- We'll keep an eye on the pain I've developed in my left side, but it's probably just sub-q sutures getting tugged around more, now that I'm more active
-IGETTODRIVEAGAIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I don't have to be chauffeured around in the back seat of a car any more. I don't need to be chauffeured around at all. I get to chauffeur myself. I get to take my brand new little Prius out and DO things. OK, yeah, I know, I still have to take it slowly. But house arrest has finally ended. Party at my place at 10:00. Bring your own booze ... I'm not going to help anyone trash their livers at my new liver's Coming Out party.
Have I mentioned I get to drive yet?
Over the weekend I finally got my hands on the new Harry Potter book. I can't say that I'm the Potty-over-Potter enthusiast that most other readers are, but the books are clever and well-written, and they're usually on discount, making them fairly cheap reads as well. This was undoubtedly the best of the bunch so far. Our Hero finally does something to merit "Hero" status instead of just being in the wrong place at the wrong time and lucking out. I have a nagging little thought in the back of my head that this maturing of H.P. is exactly what Rowling has plotted out for her books, and if this is true she's earned my grudging respect and admiration. Frankly, I only started reading the books because I was convinced that nothing that popular could be all that good, and I needed ammunition to prove I knew what I was talking about. Now I find myself forced to back off that opinion just a tad.
[Rant begins here. For those not predisposed to put up with my nonsense, feel free to skip to the next paragraph.] There are many better books out there for kids to read, and I'll confess to being a bit dumbfounded as to why this on became a big best-selling series. I've had more than one person tell me "well, at least the books are getting the kids to read" and, to be brutally honest, I am not fond of that logic. Books don't get kids to read. Adults get kids to read. Adults who read to their preschoolers at bedtime. Adults who take kids to the library, and first introduce them to the children's section. Adults who see that there is reading material in the house for idle hands to pick up and idle eyes to peruse. Adults who demonstrate a love of reading themselves. In the case of the Potter books, the kids have circumvented the adult route, and used peer pressure to get interest up in reading the books. I fear that will turn out to be a "one trick wonder", and that these kids will not turn to non-Potter books once the Potter craze fizzles. Allimom has the right idea. She's reading Harry Potter to her kids. I really respect that approach, and I suspect that it will reap the highest rewards in the long run. Not because it's Harry Potter, but because it's interactive, it's supportive, it's a reward above and beyond the kid just reading the book to keep up with the prepubescent Jones'.[Rant ends here. It is now safe to resume reading entry.]
Have I mentioned they're letting me drive now?
Sunday I met up with my friend Dr. Twenty Cats, and we went Mall-Ratting (a highly approved form of exercise) at a local super-outlet mall in these parts. To both of our amazement, (hmmm ... should "amazement" be singular or plural in that usage ...?) neither of us purchased anything other than a quick snack. There was a Sack's Fifth Avenue Outlet there, and we did spend a fair amount of time cracking up over the $250 sundresses marked down to $125. OK, OK, there was one jacket there that I did fall in love with, but I was saved from making a very plastic mistake by the fact that it wasn't available in my size, and I refuse to pay that kind of money on something that almost fit. Afterwards, we stopped at Outback Steakhouse, where the only authentic Australian item appeared to be a picture of a kangaroo on one of the promotional cards on the table. One of these days I really must ask one of my Australian friends if they really serve bloomin' onions, shrimp on the "barbie" with Remoulade sauce, and "Australian chips" Down Under. What the heck is Remoulade sauce anyhow? Oh yeah, and the Toowoomba Pasta had crawfish in it. Do they even have crawfish in Australia? Inquiring minds want to know.
One last thing. I may have forgotten to note earlier, but they're letting me drive now.