Sunday, July 27, 2008
Friday, July 25, 2008
I'm sure excitement is running high at Cedars-Sinai right now and preparations are in full swing. The technicians are buffing the chrome rails of the treadmill with lambskin cloths. Neon orange cones have been set out to protect my parking space from poachers. Fresh copies of Yacht Management and Highlights have been fanned out on a small table for my enjoyment.
- Should I bring my own copy of the "Chariots of Fire" soundtrack (which sounds uncannily like this) or will they provide one?
- Will there be a qualified MT (massage therapist) standing by in the event of a calf cramp?
- Will my suite have a whirlpool bath?
In the end, of course, I'm sure all the fretting and preparations will be worth it. And as I dash in slo-mo across that (rotating) finish line, smiling at the cheering doctors and nurses and brushing shimmering confetti from my tear-filled eyes, I will know that this brief journey has brought me one step closer to the ultimate challenge.
Completing the insurance paperwork.
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
What's this? A Fort Worth crease? Qu'est-ce que c'est?
I go straight to Google (heard of it?) and slap "Fort Worth crease" into the search box and whoop! Hat crown heaven!
Now, from what I can tell, this is a Fort Worth crease:
This included my favorite-ever navy blue felt hat that I wore to school on Go Texan Day in 4th grade - the same day we got to do special square-dancing on the blacktop and run across to the chain link fence on the far side of the soccer field to squint past the Katy Freeway and see the covered wagons and horses of the Salt Grass Trail Ride pass by on their way to kick off the Houston Livestock Show and Rodeo.
The blue hat was special, too, because it was the first time I was allowed to have the little post card tucked in the inside band that read "Like Hell It's Yours! This hat belongs to:" with my named typed in all capitals on the manual typewriter behind the counter at Potter's Western Wear out in Columbus, Texas. It was kind of like this one:
I had a parent-approved card in my hat with a curse word on it. Clearly, I had crossed a threshold of some kind.
I never had another cowboy hat that I loved as much as that one. They steamed and blocked it right there in Potter's, turning the crown from a Hoss Cartwright into a cattleman before my eyes. I wore it as long as I could stand it (my melon was growing at a pretty rapid rate in those days) - until I'd still have a rather disturbing-looking crease of my own running across my forehead two days after I'd taken it off.
Now that I notice it, if I run my finger reeeeal gently up and down my forehead, I can still feel that crease.
What can I say? It's a dandy hat that makes a lifelong impression.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Many thanks to my daughter (who shot it), my son (who co-starred in it) and my husband (who often pretends he doesn't know us).