I have this crazy photographic memory, and not that it has anything to do with it, but lately, instead of waking up in the morning picturing the pages of cookbooks or novels and reading off the pages in my mind, I'm waking up while reading the pages off of running magazines and things about healthy living, like yoga.
Just this evening, as I limped out to get the mail, the gal across the street, the one who is sort of slow on the uptake (she's a jolly girl, though--just slow on the uptake), well, she was getting on her bike in anticipation for a bit of trail riding on the foothills across our street and stopped for a second and asked me how the hip was.
We went to the same athletic physical rehabilitation joint--when I had asked her why she was there, she told me she had fallen down the stairs one night and hurt her shoulder. I said jokingly, "Were you drunk?" and she said, "Yes."
So I said that I was going to have hip surgery on Wednesday and told her which doctor I was going to. She said: "That's the same guy I went to for my shoulder! He's world renowned!" And I said, "Not only that, did you get a load of the male models working with him, acting as physicians?" And she said, "Male models? What male models? No! I just saw a lot of good looking guys who I thought were doctors. So, you're telling me he hired male models to act as doctors?"
"Not that I know of; I'm just sayin' that he had some awful good-looking guys on staff..."
"You mean that the doctors used to be male models?"
"No. Just saying, you know, joking, that he had male models on staff!"
"Male models? Really? I wonder if the receptionists were models, too?"
"Not saying that. Just saying that the doctors looked like male models..."
"Do you think doctors really do that? Hire models? Wow. I guess that is what you get when you are so world renowned and all..."
Let's just say it is a good thing that after she pedaled off and when I turned and walked up to my doorstep, I found a package from Mary-Kay. Not only did I find in it some sock yarn I ordered, but she sent some DK weight that will be for a vest pattern--something to be worn with a crisp white button-up shirt. Mary-Kay's yarn is just the thing for tone on tone. I'll be working on the vest pattern as soon as I can. I think a teeny tiny green row here and there will make it extra special.
Meanwhile, check this out. I think HWWV should quit his day job and become a pet photographer. This was Rocko's very first day at the dog park. He was so happy that he pooped on arrival.
I was beside myself watching him with the wind in his hair for the very first time this afternoon. Truth be told, it will not be his last.