Signs of Adulthood

Thanks to everyone for commenting on my last post. If any of you have specific things I should look for or ask around this diagnostic process, please let me know in comments or by email (white moon at verizon dot net). While I'm not exactly happy about the prospect of radiation, it does seem like the best of the available options for treatment.

Anyway, things around here have been rather blue lately, haven't they? Between my health, the babyplan, working with Smithers, and Ms. P's bipolar, it's not been the cheeriest place.

But my friends. Today, today I became a grownup. How does this happen, you ask? It wasn't buying the house or changing careers or thinking about babies. No. We bought a couch, an actual piece of real furniture, from a real furniture place that wasn't begun in Scandinavia (however much I love that one). We haven't yet figured out where it will go, but then again, we have eleven days before they actually deliver it.

You'd think we had money or something, because not only did we buy a couch, I spent yesterday getting new tires and an oil change for the car and shopping downtown. Yeah, baby. I got books galore (somehow comforting when my life is in turmoil) and I finally--finally!--found a statue of Green Tara. As the proprietor said, you can find Buddha, Ganesha, and Kwanyin anywhere but Green Tara? You almost never see her. She's sitting on top of the TV right now, becoming acquainted with our family. Tomorrow she'll go on my altar.

And now, after a long afternoon of watching the first season of Charmed, I'm going to go to bed and snuggle my wife.

Comments

[Solana]

Congratulations on having bought a new couch! That is indeed a marker of adulthood.

And as long as you're working with (a) second opinion(s), redoing blood tests, and researching the treatment options yourself, I'm sure you'll be fine, P.

Happy snuggling!

[dale]

Wow, you're way ahead of us. We just became grownups last year, narrowly ahead of our midcentury marks. A huge lovely denim-covered couch.