I wasn’t too sanguine about our ability to find an affordable, non-jetBlue flight home for Passover, but with a little help from Fare Compare, we scored non-stop, round-trip tickets for $200 less than I thought we were going to have to pay.
The flight out is a little full, and it gets us into Newark a little later that I would prefer. We also haven’t flown Continental in years, so that should be a nice change of pace.
Because sometimes, you need to crank up the tunes really loud to get you over the hump.
While There’s A Candle Burning – Steve Winwood
Honey Bun – Mandy Patinkin
Walking Down Your Street – Bangles
Bomday Dreams – Bombay Dreams – London Cast
Mandolin Rain – Bruce Hornsby And The Range
Chimes of Freedom (live) – Bruce Springsteen
Gloria – U2
Warrior – Matisyahu
Hold What You’ve Got – Carly Simon
ndependent Woman – Destiny’s Child
I had a somewhat rocky weekend, so in an effort to wrap up Sunday on a good note, I pulled out a movie that’s virtually guaranteed to make me feel better by the time it ends:
What’s your guilty pleasure?
Life is slowly getting back to normal chez lux, but I’ve managed to fall out of the blogging habit in the interim. I feel some lingering guilt for not posting daily, but I also don’t feel that I have much to say right now.
If past experience is a reliable guide, my blogging frequency tends to go up almost immediately after I make a post like this. We’ll see what happens.
Scott’s surgery was yesterday & went fine. He is home from the hospital and resting more or less comfortably. He’ll be home all week, and phone calls are welcome.
I suppose it would be ungrateful of me to complain much about the experience, since the staff at Kaiser were all very nice and helpful, but it seems to me that hospitals in general are sucky places for people to actually get better.
So much noise, light, activity — and the practice of sticking multiple patients in the same room means that even when you’re being left alone, someone is coming in to check on your neighbor. The first room Scott was put into was so small that there was barely room to squeeze a chair in next to the bed — the only reason I could was that Scott was in the corner next to a sink, so I was able to wiggle a chair into that small alcove. His neighbor on the other side of the curtain didn’t even have that much extra space. And the third guy in the room had a very noisy case of pneumonia; you could literally hear him snoring 30 feet down the hall. After a few hours of that, and some words with the head nurse, Scott was moved into a larger, quieter room, but even so he didn’t get much sleep.
I know there’s reasons why hospitals are set up that way — and aside from trying to cram too many people into a too-small room, I’m sure there are good reasons for just about all of it. But it does seem to me that the whole calculus is off somehow, and is designed more to make things eaiser on the hospital staff than on the patient. Shouldn’t allowing patients to experience restful, healing sleep be a part of the equation?
All complaining aside, I am grateful that he got good care and that he’s back home where he belongs, sleeping in our bed with Tommy cuddled up next to him.
I ran across a group on Flickr called “What’s In Your Bag” and decided to play along.
This being the last day of 2006, and in keeping with the “out with the old, in with the new” theme of New Year’s, here is a shot of everything that was in my day to day handbag today.
I didn’t realize that big a pile of receipts and shopping lists had accumulated in there. They have since been tossed into the trash bin. So much for the old!
I’ll figure out the new later. I’m not much for New Year’s resolutions.