What a day.
First off, the heat has again become unrelentingly unbearable. It is 6:00 pm and it's 98 in Lloyd with a "feels like" temperature of 109. I hoping that it will be at least somewhat cooler in North Carolina.
Part of my day was wonderful. My next-to-youngest brother, Chuck, is the person I always call my first baby. I was twelve when he was born and by the time my mother had her last child a year later, at the age of 40, Chuck's crib was in my room and I probably changed almost as many diapers as my mother did. Oh, how I loved him when he was an infant, and our brother Russell, too. I adored those two little redheaded darlings.
Russell has become somewhat estranged, I guess, from our family. That's what you call it when someone moves and doesn't give you their address, right? Which breaks my heart but I understand.
I have another brother who lives in Bellingham, WA and I rarely, rarely see him either.
After my mother died, even Chuck and I became more distant. Shit happens, and shit did happen after Mom's death and feelings were hurt and let's face it- our family never was anything but dysfunctional and the way things were handled after the death didn't help at all.
So even thought Chuck and his family live on the other side of Tallahassee, not the other side of the moon, we haven't seen each other too often in the last years. I think it's mostly been a situation where we had to let things lie for some time and today we finally got together for lunch and it was as if we had never not seen each other regularly and as I told him, that shows that not only do we love each other, but that we are friends, too.
I don't know how he feels about our afternoon, but I feel like it was fun and wonderful to catch up. To be honest, we have been important parts of each other's lives for many years and I am grateful for that.
We met at the Wharf and ended up sitting there for hours, talking. I not only tipped when we paid, but I also left a ten dollar bill on the table- rent money for keeping the table occupied. No one else needed the table but still.
If I'd had a twenty, I would have left that. It was worth a whole lot more than that to me to have that time with my brother.
The first thing I had to tell Chuck (and I told him that I needed to get it out of the way because it was making me very anxious and upset and he understood because, well, we're family) was that I am freaking the fuck out because we are leaving on Sunday, the compounding pharmacy where I get my bio-identical hormones is closed on Saturday, and they have not yet received a renewal prescription from the OB-Gyn who prescribes them even though I went and got my exam a few months ago as I was supposed to do, and even though the pharmacy has been calling him for over a week to please send it, and although I, too, have called his office.
I need these hormones. Not only am I one of the 15% of women who never stop having hot flashes after menopause, they also help me with my emotions and other real and very true physical stuff. Important, quality-of-life stuff.
As I told the nurse when I called the doctor's office two days ago- if I don't get those hormones, it's going to be a big mess.
And that is putting it mildly.
Also- let us just say THIS IS NOT A GOOD WEEK FOR A MALE DOCTOR TO BE FUCKING AROUND WITH A WOMAN'S HEALTH CARE NEEDS!
And I like this doctor fine. Maybe there's a good reason he hasn't responded to the pharmacy or to my pleadings but I haven't been informed of that either.
I guess if he hasn't gotten back to the pharmacy by tomorrow morning I'll be going to his office and staying there until someone listens to me. What else can I do? I have no desire in the world to do that and I don't really have the time to do it either but getting those hormones is more important than making fig preserves and cleaning out the hen house.
I got none of those things done today because after Chuck's and my lunch I went to Costco and to the library and then to Publix where I swear I must have spent five days and four nights. I was getting regular things, plus things to take with us, and things to have here for Mark. I also spent some time chatting with a woman who works at that Publix whom I like very much and I learned something about her today- she is Terez's cousin! She had asked me how Lily's kids are and so I showed her the picture I took of them yesterday with Terez and she said, "That's my cousin!"
Ha! Small world. Small community, too.
By the time I got home and had everything unloaded and put away, it was way after five and I was exhausted. I meant to go pick more figs and maybe I will after I finish this but I feel like that might just do me in. There is no waiting for things to cool down around here right now unless you plan on waiting until possibly October.
I guess that's all the news that's fit to print and most likely even more that wasn't fit to print. I shall also add that I just saw Violet and Doc Pansaloony walk across the backyard and he is definitely taller than she is. Glen and I watched two of Darla's kids pretend fighting yesterday and Liberace was watching them intently and quietly from a distance. I am sure he is taking notes on potential future problems. A good rooster has to be aware of these things.
I will also add that to all of my UK friends I offer my huge congratulations for finally getting rid of BJ. I can only hope that his replacement is at least somewhat better. I realize that the problems he created will be with you for a very long time and in that, I not only sympathize, but can empathize as well.
Be well, y'all. Stay cool.