Doing better

Slowly but surely, I am doing better these days. I have taken an extended recovery time from work and I apologise for not updating earlier, but really, what can I say about just hanging out at home? Several blog topics have come to mind, but they all ended up on the editing (living) room floor.

I thought really hard about what I could write about that was real life inspired and not really boring. I thought about all the bazillion movies I have watched in the last week and how I could list them all off, or summarize plots or lack of plots or something. Oh, and did I mention all these old movies are still on VHS with the sound that goes in and out and that oh so endearing line of tracking fuzz that goes across the bottom of the screen? And since about half these movies were taped off of tv, I get to see the commercials advertising the "brand new, 1989 Ford Fiesta" in all it's manual transmission glory.

I really came close to writing a dissertation for you on the lameness of subtitles on a live action animal film (you know, the ones where the animals are not out having long discussions about the state of the barnyard, etc?) when 80% of the closed captioning reads:

{barking} {sniffing} {whimpers, howling} {barking}

because 90% of the cast are of the canine variety. I really seriously thought about writing that.

Or I could describe to you the details of the stitch I am using as I crochet the worlds biggest afghan (it is a cluster stitch, similar to a popcorn, but a lot puffier) (is puffier a word?) in purple and teal which are the worlds most horrifically mesmerizing combination of colors. And because I didn't plan the pattern right, it should be the size of a small house by the time i finish it.

I could tell you how my dear friend KJ rescued me from the afghan/movie nightmare of my week by dropping by two fantastic books that I was unable to put down for THE ENTIRE DAY yesterday because they were so jaw droppingly fantastic!!! (The Hunger Games and Catching Fire by Suzanne Collins, for those of you that have the desire to lose an entire day or two of your lives) And how my dreams were tormented with the most disturbing aspects of the plot line, with myself as the main character, as if I were still sixteen years old?

Oh yeah. I thought about all those things. And I really honestly considered doing blogs on all of those things. But then I realized that I only have one thing I really should admit on this blog. One thing that will tell you more about me in a couple of sentences than the rest of my dissertations combined could. I thought of what is possibly the most disturbing aspect of this whole "at home after surgery" chapter of my life.

The surgery photos.

You see, while I was "under the knife" the doc was kind enough to take a few photos of my guts for me. I guess he felt like I needed to be included a bit more. Personally, I thought than being stripped naked and strapped down starfish style under bright white operating lights while a team of people cut you open was enough, but hey, I am not the expert here. So he took a few shiny color pictures that I was able to take home as one of my many souvenirs. And I have the sophisticated taste to leave them out in my living room. And it finally occurred to me TODAY over a week later, that perhaps that was not the most attractive thing to do. Not that I have had many visitors, but after seeing a few of them recoil at the grotesque shiny pinkness of those pictures, I have finally come to my senses and decided to put them away for now. Not that I won't keep them for posterity or some such nonsense, but at least I will warn people before I go flashing my innards photo shoot in their faces. You know, cause it's the least I can do...

Forever residing in the land of maturity,
~k~