The ides of July…

I am having trouble coming to grips with the fact that we are already over half way through 2008. ACK!  Work is always slow in the summer, this summer being no exception.  Too many hours in the work day to try to fill.  I have gotten addicted to podcasts on my Zune.  I’m worried, though, that I will run through all the good stuff this summer and not have anything to get me through the winter.  Lots of interviews with Broadway stars and movers and shakers, old time radio mysteries and suspense and sci-fi and NPR.

I had my annual physical this week…blah blah blah.  My weight is stable…she says 5 pounds too many, I say at least 20.  I have lost an inch in height since my tallest measurement as a teen.  My blood pressure is still great, my cholesterol under control with meds, I’m taking all the right calcium, vitamin D, glucosamine chondroitin, fiber and stool softener supplements my aging systems need.  She gave me a tetanus/pertusis shot, for what reason I don’t know, but I’m very obedient…she said I was having one, I had one.  She reminded me I needed to have my annual mammogram and my bi-annual colonoscopy (I have scheduled both).  She sent me downstairs to the lab for my ritual blood draw (checking thyroid levels, among other things).  Which makes me think about health insurance and people who don’t have it.  I just blithely, without even thinking about it, spend lots of dollars for the co-pays alone and know that my health insurance company will pick up the rest.  I am so lucky.  I wish it didn’t come down to luck.

My gardens are a mess.  I have tried to keep up with the weeding, but I have really only been able to manage some of the flower beds…the veggie garden has been weeded around the individual plants, but you can barely see those plants over the tall weeds in non-urgent areas.  Not enough rain this summer, everything is behind.

Boy is home again…it only took him a week to realize he had made a big mistake in jumping headlong into his new job as head baker at the fancy-schmancy resort…this was NOT what he wanted to do with his life.  So, he is looking for a bakery in Vermont or elsewhere in New England (hopefully) that makes good bread and appreciates a hard worker who loves making bread.  The best news is that means his cat is still here!  We were freaking out about her moving out.  She is a sweet little thing.