But if nothing happens, does writing that nothing happens mean something happened? Get it? Forest = tree . . . never mind.
So Sunday went by uneventfully except that I met the new preacher and like her a lot. She and I are going to dinner on Friday night which should be fun. She has a great sense of humor so I don’t expect it to be a stiff/scary dinner like it would’ve been with the minister that I great up with– he was just plain scary in any setting!
Monday I went to the hip doctor and found out that I do have some sort of “flap”, almost like a meniscus tear except there isn’t a meniscus there. I could get it surgerized (“hip arthroscopy”) but, when I’m pretty much guaranteed a hip replacement in two or so years, why bother? Yeah, if I had as much walking around to do as I did last summer it would be worth it but I don’t think we’re planning a trip to Paris any time soon– am I wrong, Honey?
Brian’s added all sorts of new bells-n-whistles on my composing page but hasn’t told me what they do so I still can’t link to him up there– just know that he is My Honey and there is no other.
I wanna see the new Pooh movie that’s coming out– when can I go that it won’t be filled with kids? Yeah, right. That’s the only thing that’s stopping me from going.