Highway 44 takes me to my sister’s house.

I have been absolutely flooded with kindness this week. I turned 44 on Monday, and that’s weird because Jackson Pollock and Billie Holiday both died at 44. I don’t plan on dying at 44, and now that I’ve said that I really hope that I DON’T die at 44 because then everyone (and by everyone I mean you guys, because you’re my Everyone) will come back to this post and your eyes will go wide because of the creepy foreshadowing. I really need to paint more and sing more and write more and knit more. (Also, pack more and talk to carpet guys more and pull weeds more. Our “Coming Soon!” sign is coming soon!)

Because of the generosity of others, I’ll be ordering a few books (recommendations are always welcome) and spinning camel fiber and eating a few sandwiches and drinking a few coffees and blowing the foam from an icy mug of root beer. Along with a heaping amount of TLC, my family presented me with a pair of shoes that I haven’t taken off since Monday. They are the sized up twins to my very first pair of Birkenstocks—purchased in 1993 when I was working in a hospital as an intensive care unit secretary and a bagger of the dead. I ruined that first pair after leaving them in a hot car during the summer of 1999, and I still haven’t forgiven myself. (In my world, when you pay more than $50 for a pair of shoes, you TAKE CARE OF THOSE SHOES. Actually, in my world, you take care of all of your things. Because: Personification is one of my endearing glitches.) Anyway, I love these shoes, and I love that the pedicure I treated myself to before my surgery matches them perfectly, and I would post a photo, but I’m not a foot person, and the last thing we need here is a bunch of new people saying foot-related things that make us all cringe.

Recovery Update For Those Who Want One: I removed my surgical tape and two of the four incision sites aren’t pretty. Also, I have an infection that requires antibiotics and that sucks because I’m not good at antibiotics. What does all of this mean? I’m not exactly sure, but I do know that I require lots of naps with sporadic Orange Berry Antioxidant juices from Jamba Juice.

I’m reading The Middlesteins and liking it. I don’t mind the Oprah Chai, but I wish it wasn’t called Oprah Chai. My family has chosen incentive spirometry over electronic devices.


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12 thoughts on “Highway 44 takes me to my sister’s house.”

  1. Glad to hear you’re being heaped with lots of TLC!! Sorry that you’ve got some infections that require antibiotics, so nap on & drink up the Jamba Juice!

    P.S. I thought of YOU when I tried my first cup of Oprah Chai the other day. And had the same thought…At least it didn’t “suck a**” like the chocolate chai… ;)

  2. I had already reported that I like the Oprah chai latte, so I had another one, and I didn’t like it so much. Hmm. It happens.

  3. Belated happy birthday from one 5/12 girl to another (although, I’m afraid I’ve already moved into the next decade. Trying to remember age is just a number, blah, blah… ;-)). Sorry to hear you’re battling infections. Rest, rest, rest , let your body heal !

  4. Happy belated birthday!

    Love your shoes. You just made me realize I’ve worn Birkenstocks for nearly 45 years. Wow. No, not the same pair. Here’s the cool thing — I’m the only woman my age I know of that has no foot problems. So wear those beauties often.

    Infections are awful, antibiotics are awful, and feeling punky is awful. Get well. Now. That’s an order.

  5. So sorry missed the bus to wish you a Happy Birthday on the right day! Love your Birthday shoes, I have owned and happily worn my own Birkenstocks for the last 24 years. Yours are such a lovely blue!
    Hope you are feeling better soon.

  6. Sigh … the Oprah chai. I suppose I like Oprah well enough … but I can’t order an Oprah chai on general principle. I mean, I might order a George Clooney iced coffee, or a Silas House frappucino, but that may say more about me than Oprah … so anyway …. Does anyone know why the Oprah chai is more expensive than the regular old non-celebrity-chai?

    (And Stacy — I agree about the chocolate chai — yuck!)

  7. I have sat down and made myself a good chai in a good while. I should do that. Thanks for the reminder. Also…incentive spirometry looks like something I may have participated in while in grad school.

  8. I liked the oprah chai, but Teavana’s Samurai chai/White Ayurvedic Chai Tea is my favorite. I’m sorry about your infection hope you feel better soon. If you want a fun read I love The 100 Old Man Who Climbed Out of a Window and Dissappeared or The Yellow Eyes of Crocodiles.

  9. I recommend The Orphan Master’s Son – terrific read, kinda sad, but also inspiring. Wonderful writing. Won the Pulitzer last year.

    Get better….

  10. Happy Birthday!
    Happy Recovery!

    Chai is wonderful. The name, not so much. But it is for good cause and no one is naming ANYTHING after me, so who am I to grouse?

  11. OY! I thought everyone had asthma.
    I was going to demand you call me.

    As you were (by which I mean: continue to heal, I luff you).


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