It occurs to me that there has been a lot going on here in Petticoat Junction for which I have shared very little information, so, in the ridiculously overused words of the press secretary for the current administration; I’ll need to circle back.
A month or so ago, Hugh decided to go back to school. Well,
technically, it’s an EMT class, but; that counts. He now attends class every
Tuesday and Thursday night plus every other Saturday. Despite having a
perfectly good office, he has turned my dining room into his personal classroom
(I’m not throwing shade, since I, too, have an office, yet; spend the majority
of my time on my computer on the couch).
The decision to take the class was somehow spurred by his
crew on the ambulance. Wait; have I mentioned that he has been taking on-call
shifts driving the ambulance? No? Let me circle back.
So, this summer, Hugh was approached by the Petticoat
Junction ambulance crew and asked to fill an on-call position for transfers
between hospitals in the area. Since retiring from law enforcement, he had missed
the adrenaline shot caused by midnight pages; so, he jumped at the chance (I
will throw shade at this decision all day long as we share the adrenaline shot
caused by midnight pages and I struggle mightily to sleep through the night as
it is, but; I’ll circle back to that in a minute).
I’m not sure what direction he is planning to go in once his
EMT training is complete, but; wouldn’t be surprised to see him pick up some
shifts on the ambulance in addition to his on-call shifts as a driver. How that
will fit in with his refereeing schedule is a question I have not yet asked,
nor am I clear on how it will affect the time he has available for his actual
job (you know, the family-owned hardware store where I go to work every morning
before dawn, as well as every Sunday? Yeah, that one). I’ll look into it and
Circling back to the topic of my sleeping patterns, or, in
this case, my non-sleeping patterns; I can report that I have gone for a full
year without sleeping through the night. It’s actually probably a lot longer
than that, but; my brain has shrunken to the point where my long-term memory
has been erased. Sleep deprivation will absolutely shrink your brain; I will do
some research into the science and circle back. In the meantime, suffice it to
say that I am tired. Very, very tired.
I recently tried the tomato/feta/pasta recipe that is all
the rage on social media and can report (without circling back) that it really
is worth all the hype. For one thing, it’s super easy. It’s also fairly healthy
(I used a lowfat feta). The only downside that I’ve heard is the lack of feta
available in some areas; we don’t currently have that problem in my nearby
markets, so I can’t complain.
My long-time hair colorist broke up with me last month.
Apparently, she actually wants to spend more time with her kid (the nerve, am I
right?). She referred me to another colorist in the salon and I saw her for the
first time this week. I have mixed feelings about continuing as her client and
am going to have to weigh the pros and cons before I make a solid decision. As
of now, the biggest pro is the fact that she gives an amazing head, scalp, and
neck massage. I mean, It. Is. Amazing. She washes the color out of the hair,
applies conditioner, and then massages for a full ten minutes or so before
rinsing the conditioner and wrapping your head in a warm towel. That, right
there, would have convinced me to stay with her for life, but, and this is the
biggest con that I can identify right now; she referred to the color of my hair
as “mushroom brown”.
She said it in a way that I think was meant to be
complimentary, but…I will forever picture fungi growing from my scalp, now. I’m
just not sure I can get past that. I’ll give it some more thought and circle
back with my decision.
Anyhoodle, that’s about it for today’s news conference, I
mean, post. If I think of anything that I missed, be assured I will…wait for