A Day Late and Some Body Parts Short

What a day. Typical--and not.

The Matron slept in while John hustled Stryker onto the bus (which Thank Buddha-God-Oprah-Allah) comes to their front door. Sleeping in means she goes on her 4 or 5 mile run at 7 instead of 6. With Satan's Familiar. Here's how Merrick volunteered to be on the blog:



John brings the younger two to school, too. She hops in the van and appreciates the random boot, left in:


St. Paul traffic (not much)



She's here at 8:50




where she gets her first piece of bad news for the day. Last December, the Matron finally fixed the results of a serious fall when she was 10: and knocked out 4 teeth!!! In December, she got new gorgeous caps on the front four. Damn, she looked good.

But last night, when she bit into an apple -- one of those teeth nearly popped right out. Verdict? She needs a tooth extraction--FOUR MONTHS of a retainer and fake tooth - and then an implant. Think trailer park grannies. She can pop a tooth for a few months.

Ugh!!! She was not happy.

Distraction? The dentist is down the block from a monolith she loves and hates. She bought lunch fixings-to enjoy while she still has teeth.





These signs greeted her at home.



She went immediately to work in her home office, grading papers and whatnot, here.






The view from the computer.




Then she went to renew her driver's license. NOT a pretty scene.




But this is. She went back home.





Kissed this 15.5 year old snout.




Took in a view from the third floor.


Marveled that she -- and she alone--made a project out of painting garbage cans. Nobody's trash has more bling.






Cleaned this!




And this




Sigh. . . and this. . . (she has problems this way)




Um . . yes, this too



Took time to make good use of those salad fixins'.




Then, she hustled down to an OB-BYN appointment for the official declaration that her uterus is atop the bladder. She really took this picture while she was getting dressed!!





Not only are the teeth malfunctioning -- the Matron must get a tummy tuck on her uterus. She is officially in need of more reconstruction than the Civil War. Afterward, she remembered that she's making dinner for Merrick's teacher tomorrow night and needed to stop, here.




She also decided it was time for Retail Therapy, here.



This would be the print of the new Gap skirt she bought for $2.49. A lavender wool Banana Republic sweater also made its way into her shopping cart. She spent $29 and bought 8 items.



Then pick up Merrick and Scarlett from school. Plus two friends.



Nobody wanted their actual face on a blog, but Merrick's friend Jack offered that his "brand new really cool messenger bag" should be documented.




Kindergarten homework



After dinner, the Matron put this in the van (and Scarlett)



And drove here for Sound of Music Rehearsal (this would be driving to another STATE)





Here's the hallway where the Matron sat and worked while her daughter pranced about onstage.




Home, late, as in after 9:30.



Scarlett had a bedtime snack while the Matron chatted with Stryker and made her daughter's lunch.






Time Scarlett went to bed. She's 10. Oh, Stage Mother has so much fun.




Here's how she finishes.



After she hits "publish post" she will take her defective body parts (and a wee bit of self-pity for all those surgical moves ahead) to bed.