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Since I just spent more hours than I would like to reveal
crafting my seasonal holiday letter, I’m too burnt out to write a blog this
week. Fortunately, I can simply steal material from the holiday letter. So here
are excerpts. (Yay for dual purpose news.) Be warned that I am dedicating the
upcoming year to honing my comedy-writing skills. Comedy is hard and I always
wonder if I’m giving people a laugh or if I’m merely giving them a wince. That
said, have a hearty wince.
Ron and I went on separate vacations this year. He went to
Chicago and I stayed home, where I found fun things to do by myself, such as
having our ancient toilets replaced with beautiful efficient low-flush toilets,
which I surreptitiously stroke in adoration when no one’s looking. (The plumber
found a velociraptor claw in the plumbing, that’s how old my former toilets
were.) I also refinished the kitchen table and had the kitchen chairs stripped
(Ron refinished them beautifully upon his return home). I joined a gym, where I
take a high intensity interval training (HIIT) class once a week and work out
on the weight machines on a couple other days. My daughter pestered me about
this for months because she said I need to build muscle mass. Since I joined
the gym, I gained five pounds. Wow, muscle mass is heavy. Does anyone know what
this stuff’s actually made out of? I think perhaps cheese. One of the women at
my gym wears a T-shirt that says “Strong is the new skinny.” Works for me.
If you remember, we moved off the Ranch to live closer to
emergency services because of Ron’s health issues. Since the move, our
proximity to the emergency room (ER) has saved Ron’s life on more than one
occasion. I count 2015 a good year since we only used emergency services for
Ron twice. I have learned from experience that if you call an ambulance and
they come and save you, then the service is free (here, anyway), but if they
haul you off to the ER then it costs you a bundle in co-pay for services. They
don’t take persimmon bread in trade for ER services. Also, when you get the ER
bill, they refuse to break it down for you to see how they figured the
expenses. ER billing services does not comprehend the words “line item.” They
could charge you $400 for using the restroom and the bill would list this as
“relief services.” They charge separately for toilet paper by the square.
Anyway, armed with this knowledge, I make every effort to have the ambulance
paramedics revive Ron from his occasional life-threatening low-blood-sugar
episodes without dragging him into the ER. They have all the equipment and
know-how right there in the ambulance and it’s free. You can’t say “no” to free
resuscitation.
So when the health club phoned to say that they had called
an ambulance for Ron because they found him unconscious, I screamed into the
phone, “Don’t let them take him to the hospital. I’ll be right there.” The
woman who called hung up on me. She couldn’t deal with a deranged spouse who
seemed to have a perverse death-wish for her poor stricken diabetic husband. I
arrived onsite just as the ambulance was about to pull out of the parking lot
with Ron inside and I stood in the road in front of the vehicle. By the time I
convinced them to open the doors and let me in to see him, Ron was stable and flirting
with the nurse. “See,” I said, “no need to rush off to the hospital. He just
needed some juice.” (Actually they had him on IV concentrated sugar.) When Ron
began singing “just a spoonful of medicine makes the sugar go down,” they
yanked his IV and threw him out of the ambulance. The health club staff was
super amazing and they did a great job of getting help for Ron right away. They
didn’t even call the police to report my frenzied command not to take him to
the ER. In general, Ron’s health has improved this year now that he’s free of
the stress of having a job. He’s doing astonishingly well for a man with so
many health conditions and a wife who pitches a fit if the paramedics try to
take him to the ER in an ambulance. There’s nothing like occasional IV sugar to
jumpstart the old system.
A few weeks ago, Ron revived his Binford Tools T-shirt and
replaced our garbage disposal because the old one had corroded and started
leaking. For the installation, he cleverly built a winch out of nylon rope, a
small length of plastic plumbing pipe, and his wife (that would be me). As a
result of this maneuver, I discovered that I am now able to bench press a stainless
steel garbage disposal, and that sucker is heavy. (Woo-hoo. Working out at the
gym is awesome.) This realization would have changed my life had my husband not
insisted that the garbage disposal belongs installed under the sink in the
kitchen, and will not remain available for me to impress the neighbors or my
children. Argh. He’s so mean.
He’s also a bit absentminded sometimes. For instance, he
went around for a couple of days saying he needed to make an appointment with
the eye doctor because he couldn’t see out of his glasses anymore and he
thought he needed a new prescription. “I’m going blind,” he lamented. Then he
realized that one of the lenses had popped out. He found it on the backseat of
his car and when he put it back in the frame he could see again. I’m not
seriously worried about his cognitive ability since he still does the NY Times
crossword in record time and he figured out how to replace our garbage
disposal. (Did I already say that I can bench press a garbage disposal?)
I enjoy celebrating both the Jewish and Christian holidays. Twice
the opportunities to eat festive cheese. My daughter has promised to make
tortilla soup for the family on Christmas Eve. We will have all of our children
with us for Christmas this year. Plus the daughter of my longtime friend Helen
in Scotland is coming to join us for the holiday. The last time I saw Helen, 35
years ago, in Fife (by Dundee), she was pregnant with this daughter, who is now
studying poetry in grad school in Texas. She plays the Northumbrian Pipes and I
look forward to a demonstration during her visit. Thus we will be the only
household in America to pipe in tortilla soup and latkes on Christmas Eve.
I’m going to take a vacation from blogging for a couple of
weeks over the holidays to bake gluten-free treats, eat cheese, and spend time
with my astonishing children. Look for me on the blog again after the New Year, when I will continue to elicit laughter and winces. May you have health, happiness, delicious
nutritious food, laughter, music, time spent with loved ones, a functioning
garbage disposal, an abundance of things for which to be grateful, and lots of
good cheese during the holiday season.
I was going to put a photo of an uninstalled garbage disposal into this blog
but I couldn't find one with Hanukkah candles on it
so I decided to show you this menorah instead. More festive.
