Tomorrow is the day that I say goodbye to rightie, the ta to my other ta, the oonga to my baz, and the crenshaw to my honeydew. And you don’t have to tell me that it’s sad because I already know. I do need to move forward and the sooner I have this surgery, the sooner I can get over the next round of painful and yucky stuff. My outward appearance with go from Elizabeth 1.0 to Elizabeth 2.0 to Elizabeth 3.0 by the time the holiday season comes upon us. (Just pretend that I was never a baby and I started out life as a 46 year old woman. Be creative.)
Elizabeth 1.0 did have a proper send off today. As I walked into Trader Joe’s, I received not one, but two compliments from the Trader Joe’s employee who was working out front. First he said, “Have a good time shopping” followed by, “I like your dress.” He may have even been younger than me. As an extra bonus, he was not one of the drunk guys at the bus shelter in the Junction, ergo the flirting was not the least bit creepy or boundary violating. The bus guys seem to be my main fan club. (And drunk guys, I haven’t heard a lot from you lately. Middle aged ladies need a little encouragement.) So hey, Elizabeth 1.0, you still got it and with a sober guy, too!
I am not going to be bringing my computer to the hospital tomorrow so I may not post anything until I get home on Thursday. John may have his computer and if I am mentally with-it enough I may be able to get him to post on my behalf. Otherwise, please be patient. I’m not sure what I am going to be up for communication-wise for a couple of days. I am confident that surgery will go well and even though it is likely to hurt for awhile and to be very upsetting, I will be okay. During my meeting with Dr. Beatty last Thursday I said, “I’m going to thank you now because next time I see you I may have lost perspective.” His reply was, “No, you won’t.” He’s probably right.
Goodbye, Girl; hello, long and healthy life.

The Trader Joe’s guy has an affinity for prints, apparently. I do think I looked better in this dress for the obvious reason. My whole head showed rather than being semi-headless like this model. To have an entire head is more aesthetically pleasing. I learned that in my art history classes. I do like her earrings, though. Buy your own dress at http://www.sierratradingpost.com/chetta-b-jersey-print-dress-v-neck-short-sleeve-for-women~p~4059u/?filterString=womens-dresses~d~257%2F&colorFamily=02
Great attitude! Your blog is amazingly funny today. You are such a dear and a darling.
More love and prayers heading your way from my friend Barbara and her husband who is an Oblate. He prays three times a day and is adding your name to his list.
Thanks, Mom and you are a darling and a dear, too. I’ll see you tomorrow after surgery. John will call and let you know about timing.
Dear Elizabeth – we’ll be thinking about and praying for you, your family, and your medical team today. I have no doubt Elizabeth 2.0 and 3.0 will be getting just as many compliments as 1.0!
Thanks, Robin!
Thinking about you, you beautiful thing, you!
Thank you. I’m doing just fine.
I have thought of you today in many positive ways….I will look forward to your next post and I have no doubt you will be getting many more compliments throughout the rest of your life! It’s all in the smile and the attitude! 🙂 And you have both!
Thanks so much!
Liz, dear. Given your–let’s just say it–gumption (it’s true, you have gumption–I live in Podunk and I’ve never seen such gumption), I half expected a post today. Rest well, and know I’m sending good thoughts. Also sending country advice as follows: Girl, you just now had your surgery. So you need to stay down for a day or two. And if you get stove-up, don’t forget your liniment. You can’t get by without your liniment. If you don’t use your liniment you will get too stove-up to get out of bed and you don’t want that. (It can get so bad that your husband might start validating and relaying to friends and acquaintances your remarkable stoved-uppedness. And in Seattle, that information could be confusing and troubling for people.) Sending love and admiration, Portia
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