a note from mother

Sunday night. So do you think it is good? Sunday night? It's still the weekend, yet it's the end of the weekend and the eve of a new work week. Just talked with Ally and she was doing laundry and trying to decide if she should leave on the noisy 'end of cycle beep. No option between loud or soft, just yes or no. I say that the dryer is talking to me, so obviously I leave it on. She'll have to decide for herself.

I have begun seeing a chiropracter...again. Its been several years since the last one. Dr. Mike is definitely a witch doctor. Loads of karma, vibes, and voodoo. I liked him instantly. #1 He gives me hope. My western doctor, an internist, just deadpans, "You have bursitis in your hip." Twice. I actually went back to him to hear the exact same thing twice. So on to solving my own aches and pains. My work friend, Karen, says I just have to work through the pain and come out on the other side. And I'm trying magnesium as a supplement, supposed to alleviate the pain. I'll have to see how that works for me.

JJ and I had dinner last night in our small town of Excelsior. Drinks on the deck at home before we went. We always think that will make us cut down on spending money on drinks and wine at the restaurant, but when the server asks, we still order. So actually we are just drinking more than was initially intended. So much for self control. Then we walked to the Lake Minnetonka dock and looked out onto the bay. For those of you that don't speak Minnesotan, "Minne" means water and "tonka" means big (as in those big Tonka trucks the boys had in the sandbox when they were young.) There are five school districts on the lake, so that should give you an idea of how big the lake is. Lots of hiding places.

On Tuesday, the Bunco Babes took to the water on Lori's Winn and we cruised around from 2 until 9. The Bunco Babes started four years ago now. The 12 of us are all one degree removed from Diane. Diane and I became friends through our daughters, Ally and Jamie. Ally played soccer from kindergarten through her senior year of high school at Minnetonka. So a lot of my friends were soccer moms. During the middle years, I was the team manager and Deb was the treasurer, so we were together a lot. Driving to and from tournaments in the Twin Cities and beyond. We even survived a car crash together driving to the international soccer tournament in Blaine. Actually, we weren't together. The hood of my SUV went through the trunk of her sedan, after being plowed into by a semi. Semi, semi, me, Deb, and three cars up. Seven in all. We had five of the soccer players between us, so needless to say we didn't make it to the tournament. When the fireman, in all of his regalia, popped my car door with a crowbar, he said, "your truck saved your life." And then he moved on to the next car. Needless to say, JJ didn't hesitate, he went the next day and bought a brand new SUV off the lot. No one will ever convince us otherwise that its "smart" to drive a small car.