May 7: Quick and Easy, Nice and Quiet

Pretty much, the title of this post describes my day.  It seems to have have gone by pretty fast.  Nothing stressful has happened.  I haven't gotten into any disagreements with anyone, and I got to take a nice, quiet nap this afternoon.  What more could a person ask for on a Saturday?

Tomorrow is Mother's Day, and I'm reading one of my poems at church and playing Schubert's "Ave Maria."  I was going to write a new poem today about motherhood, but you're going to have to wait for that until tomorrow.  Once I get my son in his crib tonight, I plan to wrap some presents for my wife and mother.  Then I'm going to try to write the poem.

That's pretty much what I have to report today.  At church, my fountain pen, the one I've been using for the last eight or nine years, broke a little bit.  It is now being glued.  Hopefully, it will be fine tonight, ready to be used.  I panicked a little bit when I noticed the break, couldn't find the pieces of it.  However, a little Super Glue fixes a lot of problems.

Went for a run today.  It was in the 50s most of the morning and afternoon.  The run was good, but I am really out-of-shape.  I need to work a little harder.  The doctor's appointment went alright.  My doctor did not sing the "Hey, Fatty, You Need to Lose Some Weight" song.  However, I could tell it was right on the tip of his tongue.  If the examination had gone on much longer, he would have broken out the tap shoes and cane.  Thank God it was a quick and, relatively, painless check-up.  No DRE.  (For those of you who don't know what that is, it's where the doctor slips on a rubber glove, lubes it up, and tells you to bend over and touch your toes.  When my doctor tells me to do that, I usually ask him for a box of chocolates and a dozen roses afterward.)

Saint Marty hopes all of you had a quick and easy, nice and quiet kind of day, as well.

Schubert and Mary, A Love Story

May 6: Book Club, Doctor's Visit, Unleashing

The book club meeting went well last night.  I didn't get the members to choose all the books I wanted to read.  I had to give in for September (an Alice Hoffman book), October (a novel about Abraham Lincoln being a vampire hunter), and December (a Dave Barry Christmas book about a dog).  Other than that, I'm pretty happy with the choices for the next six months.

My big thing I have to do today is a doctor's appointment.  I'm diabetic, so every six months I have to go in to get my prescriptions renewed, my feet checked, and my weight criticized.  As soon as the doctor finishes his exam, he flips through my chart and says something like, "Well, everything looks good, except..."  And then he sings the "Hey, Fatty, You Need to Lose Some Weight" song.  (Not really, but the image of my skinny little doctor doing a Sammy Davis Jr. song-and-dance makes the experience bearable.)  I've been steeling myself for this check-up for two days now.  Yes, I did think about cancelling briefly, but that would only be postponing the inevitable.

In preparation for my doctor's visit this afternoon, I have limited my intake of food to a fruit bar, a snack-size Twix bar, and a Diet Mountain Dew.  I'm not going to do anything that puts another ounce of fat on my body.  I know I sound like a teenage girl before the prom, but that's what a physician examination does to me.  Afterwards, I plan to unleash.  I'll probably hit McDonald's, Burger King, and KFC on the way home.  Then I'll order a stuffed-crust pizza from Pizza Hut for dinner.

Wish Saint Marty luck with the scale today.  If he hasn't gained anything since his last visit, it will be a miracle.