Seven Quick Takes Friday Vol. 5

1.

OK, so it’s really Seven QT Saturday. Last night I came home after dinner with my parents and watched Season 1 of Downton, because I haven’t in awhile, and forgot all about my Mac, which is a good thing to do sometimes, yes? So we’re doing this on Saturday morning.

2.

Time for the weekly Disney update: I made Sunday night reservations for us at the Flying Fish Cafe. In the words of my father, this sounds “very excellent.” It’s perfect for us because we love seafood. Also, the Boardwalk is close to our hotel, so we can walk there, eat, walk back–don’t have to worry about transportation issues. Sunday is the day we’re flying in, so I thought a late dinner reservation would be nice.

3.

Reading update: I read Death Comes to Pemberley this week, and LOVED it. Wow it was super good. If you haven’t, go ahead and pick this up. Also read Tracy Chevalier’s The Last Runaway, which was also very good, in true Chevalier style. Detailed, well-researched, and a great read. She’s coming to Columbus as part of her book tour in the spring, so I am excited to be able to meet not one, but two of my favorite authors within six months of each other.

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It’s warm here–like spring. Thank you, Jesus, for the January thaw! It’s going to be in the 60s today, so that means washing my car. I’m sure I won’t be the only one with this idea in my neighborhood.

5.

Something that I’ve noticed lately on the blogs I read is that there’s a lot of medical complaining going on, which I always find….amusing. And a bit exasperating. I still have trouble considering myself an adult, even though I’m 30, and clearly am one. (I think.) So when I see people my parents’ age, who are clearly “adults”, complaining about going to the doctor’s and having to take prescriptions (more than one!), et al., it makes the kid in me want to roll my eyes.

I know not everyone has my medical background and wonderful acquaintance with so many doctors. (And yeah, most of mine are wonderful.) I know not everyone has been taking some form of medication with their breakfast since they were two. But really, guys, if you’re  over 35, and you’ve gotten through your life without any medical problems, don’t complain. Be really, really, really grateful. And suck it up and go to the doctor and take your freaking meds. But do not complain about it on your blog for eternity. Please?

I admit I am fully short of sympathy in this area. It’s probably a good thing I don’t have kids because my metric for medical problems would begin with “is there blood? Can you breathe? Is anything broken? Are you in horrible pain? No? OK then.” (Well, maybe I’d be better. I don’t know.) But if the problems aren’t life and death, if it’s just annoying, then say it once, and move on. Really, folks. I know, I just shouldn’t read the blogs. I know. And yet…I do. I don’t know. I guess I’m asking for a bit of wider vision? (I know. I’m horribly unsympathetic and I’m an awful person. Well, this is the bee in my bonnet, so I’m sharing.)

(Life and death though? Then share. Share please. Because I’d like to know you’re OK! But yeah, if it’s just normal medical stuff, then mention once, and move on. Oh, and if you’re pregnant, then I do want to hear about that, so I can live vicariously through you. )

6.

The Christmas decorations come down tomorrow. I’m always sad about this because I like my tree very much, very much indeed. But ’tis the season for…no tree. Oh well.I will miss it.

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It will, however, help with getting the house back in order, because the tree takes upa  chunk of my living room that’s usually used as a bag drop–where I keep my tote bags for all my various activities. But they really shouldn’t be there anyway. So I’m on a crusade to do the January “clean the house” resolution, like the rest of America.

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