We’ve had a very hot week in RI. Today it’s only about 75F, but it’s been in the 90’s for the past few days. The skies boiled over with a thunderstorm that rebooted my computer at some point last night. I learned that nothing is quite as embarassing as being stuck in 96F heat on the highway and being caught singing Bon Jovi’s You Give Love a Bad Name with all the truck’s windows down, unless it’s being caught by an SUV filled with black guys who are applauding your performance.
I called my mother last night to find out how my grandmother made out with her second dose of chemo yesterday. They’re expecting her hair to thin, so my mother bought her a couple of do-rags. She’s been told that she needs to walk at least 10 minutes a day - not 10 minutes at once, but total, since she’s too weak to do much more than walk up the stairs to get dinner. She almost fell in the shower this week, and needed my cousin to help her put her bra on when she got dressed the other day. And have I mentioned they’ve discovered she’s got bone cancer as well? Is there anything else that can go wrong with my grandmother, or can we be cut some slack now?
I love Fridays. I especially love Fridays at the end of the month, when the pharmacy is empty of everyone but the most freaky of the local freaks. We get to sleep late tomorrow morning, and I hopefully won’t wake myself up shouting “I’m gonna call the cops!” like I did this morning while having a nightmare. We’re not sure exactly what we’re going to do all day, but there’s a couple of good movies playing at the drive-in (Ocean’s 13 and Live Free of Die Hard double feature) and we’ve been debating going to BotCon downtown. I still can’t believe that they’ve changed Bumblebee in the Transformers movie. There’s going to be a whole generation of kids who have no idea that Bumblebee was a VW Bug.
