I'm Rambling Again

This was my view in the radiology place where I went to get my kidney x-rayed. It was just as I thought it would be. I went to the urologist first and described what was going on. He said, "That is the textbook definition of how a kidney stone moves." I did not, however, have any blood in my urine so that is good. Also, it has not bothered me today.
Of course.
But he sent me to get the x-rays and the whole thing was done in less than an hour, from doc to snaps. 
I did something in the doctor's office today that I'd never done before. When the nurse said, "Here. Step up on this scale so I can get your weight," I said, "Oh, must we?" sort of trying to be funny but she surprised me by saying, "No. You don't have to." 
And I didn't. And then, when we went into the exam room, I asked if I could pass on the blood pressure situation too. "Sure!" she said. 
Well I'll be damned. 
Who knew patients have the right to refuse such things? Of course I knew that but I suppose I've always wanted to be the most compliant patient I can be in order to...what? Be liked? 
If I was going in for a physical, I would both weigh and allow them to get my BP but in appointment to just speak with the doctor, why should I?

I really like that urologist's office. They got me the order to get the x-rays in less than ten minutes which meant that I could go directly to the radiology place and they, too, are fast and efficient. I don't think I waited there for fifteen minutes. 

I guess I'll be hearing about the results of my x-rays at some point in the near future. And a plan can be made according to circumstances. Until then, one day at a time. 

So after the huge relief of getting that all done, I went and bought myself a latte and a bagel and sat outside and enjoyed the peace and quiet and coolness of the morning before I came home.

Hank and Rachel are in Miami! They've flown down there for the wedding of Rachel's long-time best friend. It's been quite a while since those two have had any sort of break, much less a vacation, and so this is wonderful. 

Here they are on the plane! Aren't they adorable? They are being safe and wearing masks and I really respect that. I've known several people lately who have gotten covid on planes. 

I hope they have the VERY best time. 

When I got home from being in town this morning, I did some more garden weeding. Maurice helped. 

By ignoring me. 

She did ask for some scritches before she settled down to lay on the mustard greens. 

I wanted to get a better picture so I said, "Hey kitty!" 

 
She'd moved by then into a better patch of sun and had rolled around in the fallen leaves. 

Doesn't she have the sweetest face? Hahaha!

I picked the tiny greens that I am going to make the lovely little salad with to go on the focaccia, washed them twice, and they are now wrapped up gently in a kitchen towel in the refrigerator. 

They smell like heaven with the peppery arugula and spicy mustards. Honestly, I just can't think of anything better. 

Jessie is going to have some minor-ish surgery tomorrow if all goes as planned. It's scheduled for later in the day so I'll be picking up August and Levon from school and bringing them back to Lloyd to spend the night. I believe that chicken and dumplings will be involved. It's been quite some time since they've had an overnight here so this will be good. Vergil can concentrate on taking care of his sweetheart and we can take care of those boys. 

This is a rather disjointed post and I apologize for that. That's the way my brain is today. Neither flowy nor flowery and it seems to me that some of my channels are experiencing temporary static and difficulty which is often what happens when I've got a lot going on, and when I say "a lot" I mean, anything more than the usual routine. This is just the way it is for me these days. 

Oh! I found this on Facebook the other day and it made me laugh so much. 

Of course I had to send it to my husband- the man who sold a herd of cows for his father at the age of six or something like that. He didn't find it that funny, telling me that his hair never looked like that and also, that his Cutlass Supreme is a '72. 

Doesn't matter. I love it. And in a way it also reminds me of Levon who was born a workin' man and who is still one to this day at the advanced age of almost six. 

Love...Ms. Moon