Ta Da!

Yes, Eva, you were right about my not wanting to be deprived of the pleasure of writing little numbers down on little pieces of cut-up paper, folding them, and throwing them into a brown paper lunch bag - LOL. Twice the work and half the fun! Marty drew out the winning number and it is Regina Dwarkasing who will wear the scarf. I wish you could all have won - honestly, but I'll have another drawing on my 5 year Blogiversary at the end of January. One box of supplies went out to Michigan today and another one will go out tomorrow; I did not have time to pack both of them. Here's why. Marty was scheduled at the V.A. hospital for an 8:00 and a 9:00 appointment. They told us to be there at 7:30, which meant leaving the house at 7, which meant getting up at 6. Marty was up at 5. Since we are punctual people, we arrive on the dot of 7:30, only to discover that the office doesn't open till 8:00. So we sit around for 1/2 hour. Then, the doctor he is supposed to see at 8 is MIA: not there and doesn't answer his beeper. So they tell us to go to our 9:am appointment and come back afterwards to see Dr. 8:00 MIA. The 9:00 appointment is for his eyes, so it takes 2 hours. We see Dr. 8:00 at about 11:15 and then have to go to room #522 to check out. "Where," you might ask, "is room 522??" After wandering the hallways of above-pictured institution for what seemed like days we discovered it was the "travel" counter in an alcove.(yes, we asked and no, nobody who worked there knew). Apparently, they are going to reimburse us for mileage, to the tune of $2.46. I can't wait till the check comes. We go back tomorrow for another round of appointments and another $2.46. It will cover the chips and crackers from the vending machine we had to eat so we wouldn't faint while waiting for Dr.8:00. Thankfully, I had the book that Jessica had given me some time ago and I hadn't gotten around to reading. "Heat," a book about working in Mario Batali's kitchen at Babbo. There is something perverse in reading about food while you are starving, but I couldn't put it down. I will save it for tomorrow again at the V.A. While we were hanging around between appointments, I got a call that my mother was in the E.R. because she claimed she couldn't breathe. Been there/done that a couple of months ago and there was nothing wrong so they sent her back. Ditto today. We got home before 2:pm, and I went to the studio for a few hours. Brought work home and am too tired to do it. I am considering signing myself into a sanitarium (do they still have those?) for a few weeks so somebody can take care of ME! Make that a spa - they have better food. Sorry not a lot of pictures tonight -- when I start putting photos of paper bags up, you know I am in trouble.Now, to bed early because tomorrow is another one of those days.