Tuesday, November 22, 2011


My morning was spent having an MRI and my plan for this afternoon was to meet Jonah at the bus stop with the car and then zip over to Griffin's school, fetch him, and get them to the Pediatrician's office for their yearly checkups. To get an after school appointment takes months so you don't just blow these off. Just as I was about to leave, my "medical advocate" called me with the good news about my scans {after I kindly left her about 6 messages each increasing on the hysteria scale}.

I just HAD to do a quick blog post and then I heard the bus go down the street, so all flustered, I ran outside and promptly locked myself out of my house and car. The neighbors have a key, so no problem, except Griffin used it last week and didn't return it because he never can seem to keep a house key on him, let alone remember to return anything, and the other neighbors who are keepers-of-my-key weren't home.

So my very kind and generous neighbor drove us to pick up Griffin and then to the Pediatricians. I just can't seem to go for half a day without being in a doctor's office. She ran some errands while we were there and then had to leave to pick up her own son, so Griffin hitched a ride with her back to school for the all important end of football season ritual The Burning of The Shoe. I don't know what this entails, if there is an actual shoe involved or who brings the matches... I don't think I need to know. This left Jonah and I stranded at the doctor's office. It took many, many phone calls until I found someone who could pick us up, but until then, Jonah thought it was fun being "hobos". We pretended we were going to hitch-hike home or live in the lobby of the office. But alas our benevolent driver fetched us and I'm really happy to be home sweet home.


  1. Wow! what a day! High five for the scan results! Go KTC! I'm a pro in locking myself out of my car and loosing my keys!

  2. One evening as the sun went down
    And the jungle fires were burning,
    Down the track came a hobo hiking,
    And he said, "Boys, I'm not turning
    I'm headed for a land that's far away
    Besides the crystal fountains
    So come with me, we'll go and see
    The Big Rock Candy Mountains

    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
    There's a land that's fair and bright,
    Where the handouts grow on bushes
    And you sleep out every night.
    Where the boxcars all are empty
    And the sun shines every day
    And the birds and the bees
    And the cigarette trees
    The lemonade springs
    Where the bluebird sings
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
    All the cops have wooden legs
    And the bulldogs all have rubber teeth
    And the hens lay soft-boiled eggs
    The farmers' trees are full of fruit
    And the barns are full of hay
    Oh I'm bound to go
    Where there ain't no snow
    Where the rain don't fall
    The winds don't blow
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains
    You never change your socks
    And the little streams of alcohol
    Come trickling down the rocks
    The brakemen have to tip their hats
    And the railway bulls are blind
    There's a lake of stew
    And of whiskey too
    You can paddle all around it
    In a big canoe
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains,
    The jails are made of tin.
    And you can walk right out again,
    As soon as you are in.
    There ain't no short-handled shovels,
    No axes, saws nor picks,
    I'm bound to stay
    Where you sleep all day,
    Where they hung the jerk
    That invented work
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains.
    I'll see you all this coming fall
    In the Big Rock Candy Mountains