multipurposegoddess

I didn't mean to be all silent for over a week, like that. These things happen, I guess. 

Anywa, I got myself an eight-person seder meal + tzimmes and chopped liver from Whole Foods, which turns out to be well over enough food for me for a week. I think I still have a pound of chopped liver I should get int the freezer. I performed the most abbreviated seder ever using the 30-minute haggadah and abridging it further because I felt like I just read that part of Exodus recently (it might have been a couple of months ago, but it's fresh in my mind). But I got in all the wine drinking and herb dipping and invited Elijah in, which is much more observant than most of my holidays have been recently!

I haven't actually had leavened bread, yet, which is kind of peculiar. Well, the week was pretty easy as far as that went - I was aware that I couldn't go get a sandwich or make myself pancakes, but that was never a hardship. Went out to dinner with my mom on Wednesday (before seeing Anything Goes at the Willows, which was excellent, even with the last minute understudy stepping in for a major role!) and had sushi, so I even got the annual "do I eat rice?" debate with myself.

I meant to feed my starter last night so I could make bread today, but I forgot. And then this morning I discovered that the dog had messed the kitchen floor (he was scared by the train going by on his evening constitutional (I don't know what that's about, we have trains going by all day and all night and he's never been scared before) and dashed back inside and then couldn't hold it 'til morning, I presume. He's normally a very fastidious dog so I'm trying not to make him feel guilty about it) which (a) is better than the carpet, at least but (2) meant I couldn't have coffee or breakfast until I'd cleaned up. Well, I guess I could have, but ew. So, anyway, today's getting off to a slow start.

I still haven't dealt with the bees! Argh. I need to call Vernon tomorrow, and if he isn't going to come get them soon I have a line on another apiary that says specifically that they are set up to integrate captured swarms into their honey-making process safely, so they should be able to handle my hive. Part of my problem is that I don't want strangers judging the unkemptness of my backyard, but I have to just get over that. They can judge, whatever, it's not like they'll be dropping by every morning asking if I've cut back those blackberries yet.

I think I should probably make a doctor's appointment while I know my last premium check cleared, but that is a whole other post. I'll try and get those thoughts out tomorrow, and then I'll make the appointment. Saying it in public makes it more likely to happen, right?

My doctor called me last night to tell me that (a) my prescription was finally approved by my insurance company and (b) I needed to go see a hematologist (actually, she asked me what the hematologist said, as she had left me a message back in November saying I needed to go see one, but that was when I was moving and wherever she left said message, it didn't get to me) . I'm taking care of (b) next week, I'm expecting my "borderline high platelet count) to turn out to be nothing, though if it explains the general run-down feeling I've had for what seems like forever at this point, that would be nice.

Th prescription is for Adderall to see if it helps with my attention problems. Since this is my first prescription of the new year, I had to pay a whopping great co-pay to cover the deductible, so I brought my hand-dandy HSA checkbook with me, with a check pre-signed by my husband since my name isn't on the checks and I am not absolutely positively sure that there is a card in someone's file somewhere saying that I am an authorized signer on this account (we sent in the form, but thath's all I really know). All that is fine with my friendly neighborhood pharmacist, but her register requires my husband's driver's license number, which I don't have. Which is when I realize that I don't my cell phone with me. So she offers to call my husband and I go to grab his business card out of my wallet which, wait for it, is not in my purse.

So, I leave my signed check at the register, my cart full of groceries next to the pharmacy counter and dash home (without, of course, my own driver's license, which always stresses me out once I am, you know, aware of driving without a license), get phone and wallet, drive back to store, call husband and actually reach him, yay, and all is well.

I'm pretty sure the pharmacists are all convinced that I need this stuff, whatever the insurance company thinks.

In non-medical news, today is Tu b'shvat, the New Year for Trees. It's a way monor holiday that doesn't require any sort of observance, but I like to plant a tree. Because any excuse to plant a tree is good. It's grey and rainy and a work day for DH, so I don't know if I will actually put anything in the ground today, but yesterday we planted an orange tree (Washington Navels) and a strawberry tree, so eventually we will have oranges and some screening of glare from the setting sun.  Our Henry Lauder's Walking Stick, which is just decorative but really neat looking, awaits it's hole, but is getting a lot of water to drink meanwhile.