doctor, doctor, can't you see i'm burning, burning

I have sciatica. Or bursitis. Or something else. Or a medley of old crone problems. My hips hurt. My backside hurts. All the way down my leg hurts. My knee hurts. My foot hurts. I'm going to my first ever chiropractor visit tonight. I'm hoping she doesn't crack my back and kill me. It happens, you know. Fingers crossed. Tomorrow I go to my regular doc and see what he recommends. Out of order, I know. Oh well. I realized my parents never complain about their aches and pains. Never. They hobble now and then, but never talk about it. There might be a lesson there. I wonder what it is.

i want somebody to share, share the rest of my life

Last night I had a date. Of sorts. I don't usually write about dates (I don't usually have dates?), but thought I would this time. I bought some beautiful new furniture for my house from this nice guy at a nearby furniture store. (You are cordially invited to come over and see it almost any time you'd like.) After the first part of the order was delivered, he called to see how I liked it. Probably store policy. The second part of the order arrived a few weeks later. He left another message this time leaving his cell phone number. Probably not store policy. Anyway, he came over last night to see how everything looked. He stayed for four hours talking and listening to music. A few of the highlights/lowlights: He told me he was helping someone move the next morning. I reminded him to lift with his knees so he wouldn't hurt his back. He asked, "Do you give good backrubs?" My response, "No." Later we were discussing something and I said, "I'm a prude. I'm kind of like a grandma." Friends, I think I may have cracked the code as to why I'm single.

who ya gonna call?

I am not the most technically savvy person you'll meet. By a long shot. By a long, long, long shot. One day I called Cox Communications Tech Support for a problem with my computer. In order to fix it, the man on the other end needed to take control of my computer. He instructed me to key in this, enter this, click on this, put in your password, and so on. He gained control of my computer (can't even remember what this is called) and things started moving and changing on the screen. I said something like, "How weird. It's like a ghost is in my computer." His dead serious response, "No, ma'am, it's not a ghost." I've enjoyed that line for ever since.

But, times are changing. My friend Darci (more about her coming soon) moved in a little over a week ago. Since then she has adjusted the thermostat to a schedule (this has alluded many people over the years), hooked up the cable boxes, adjusted the water temperature, and is about to get our wireless internet ready to go. I'm convinced there's nothing she can't do.