Archive for September, 2006

The daily grind

Okay, so I don’t have cancer.

I don’t even have any more cancer-related treatments. Sure, there’s followups with doctors for as long as I have great health insurance, but nothing more than I should have been doing all along really, just more specialists are involved.

So, I still have a blog. I must still have something to write about.

Okay, there are a last few cancer musings. Later. I’m still musing on them. But what about the rest of life? I live in interesting times. I deal with great people. I have a great life. Something worth commenting on must be going on.

Well, maybe.

Maybe not.

For example, today’s highlight. I have two pairs of shorts I wear to Cancer Wellfit (fascinating already, no?). One pair is gray, the other black (or maybe dark navy, depending on the light, more of the excitement of this tale, for sure). I like the black pair more, but haven’t worn it in weeks. I had no idea where it was. So, I undertook to find it this weekend. I went through all the clean laundry on top of the drier, waiting to be put away. No black shorts. I really like those shorts, so I decided to go through that big pile of dirty laundry in the closet, waiting to be washed. Surely, they were there. Still, no black shorts.

(Hmm, perhaps this is interesting…I refer to the shorts as both “it” and “they.” Hey, it’s not gonna get better than this, so you’d better find it enjoyable or go off to some other blog. If you’re a geek, may I suggest The Daily WTF. If you’re not a geek, how about Cute Overload? Heck, even geeks may like Cute Overload.)

Now, this befuddled me. I’d finally unpacked from all my travels this summer, so knew they weren’t in a suitcase. I went back through a laundry bag from one trip and found some other neat things I’d forgotten, but no black shorts.

So, in an act of desparation, I looked where I was sure they weren’t. Yes, I checked the drawer where I should have put away my shorts. There was no chance they’d be in that drawer. But durn it all, there they were, right where they belong.

I figure it’s some sort of cruel joke Charlie played on me.


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