Large Object, or more adventures with Nan

This morning, I had to emerge from my holiday fever dream for some reality– luckily, it was a meeting with my good friend, mentor and partner-in-crime Nan.

If you’re not a regular, Nan and I have been working together for a decade. I’m an author assistant of sorts for her. She’s congenitally blind and a super-talented writer and editor. That’s why she’s one of the team at Parisian Phoenix Publishing.

Nan had written an essay, a humorous essay, “Large Object,” about my daffy life and my ineptness with my own calendar.

I slightly overslept, perhaps because of my killer strength workout last night– I benched 100 pounds with Andrew at Apex Training to meet my “Christmas Challenge.”

It wasn’t a good lift– but it was two sloppy reps that I technically lifted off my chest.

What was even more exciting was the full-body engagement I experienced during the lift. I haven’t been taking my muscle relaxer, Baclofen, and my legs have been stiff (and I wonder if some other symptoms I have had recently relate back to skipping meds) so I cramped pretty badly during the lifts. I came home and took the Baclofen and have continued it today, especially since yesterday I had a small trip.

So by the time I hauled my butt from bed on this damp, rainy, uncharacteristically 50-degree December day, I decided to take a Wawa coupon and get a free egg white, cheddar, honey turkey and spinach Shorti (with hot honey for the condiment) and man was that both basic and satisfying. (My blood pressure has been high, and up until yesterday I had been completely forgoing caffeine but that’s another story.)

I then swung by Panera for my free iced coffee as a member of the Sips Club. I love Panera’s coffee. This all meant going to Nan’s house backwards– which was a tad confusing especially in the rain. Do you ever do that? Get confused because you’re going the opposite way as usual on familiar roads?

The essay Nan wanted to cover was, like I mentioned above, “Large Object.” I giggled so hard while typing this because she captured the whole scenario so vividly. She also allowed me to do some footage for TikTok to introduce her on our Parisian Phoenix TikTok account.

From her essay:

Angel had a doctor’s appointment, a writers’ group audit and a job interview already on her calendar. As she checked her upcoming days, she suddenly started to laugh.

“Oh my,” she said, “on Monday, my calendar says, ‘LARGE OBJECT.’ I have no idea what I meant.” 
I quipped, “What? The meteor will hit your roof? The dinosaur will arrive in your backyard Monday morning? Santa’s sleigh practicing badly?”

Nancy Scott

The essay mentioned our love of planners, and I told Nan I finally got around to reviewing all of them that I had ordered for 2024. Then, I showed her the “winner.” And once again she ooo-ed and ahh-ed and lamented that if she only had the sight to see these calendars. And one day, I promised we would look for Braille versions.

Upon returning home, I prepared the TikTok video and received some packages as part of the Amazon Vine program. Once was a surprise for the Teen. And it made her very happy. A corset. Frankly, I was relieved it fit.

7 more days

I wake up at 4 a.m. It’s ridiculously early, but it allows me a bit of writing and thinking time before delving into my day. And the reality is here that I only have to do it seven more times. Some of my friends are leaving Stitch Fix this week, one is done tomorrow. We are all human so some people leaving tomorrow I won’t miss, and many I’ll never talk to again.

Every job loss experience is different– and no matter how much warning you have or how prepared you think you are, it takes a toll.

People will offer advice, or enthusiastically recommend avenues of employment that won’t work. Some people begin to critique your finances, which isn’t any of their business, as they gently suggest maybe you shouldn’t have taken your daughter to the movies last week. (We saw Strays and the Barbie movie, because both have some significant statements on society’s behavior while maintaining humor and also, well, being a certain level of amusingly dumb.)

My daughter started college at Lafayette, and I wanted to celebrate this milestone with her, but we both have more commitments than time and sense. So to sit in the dark together and laugh seemed a good use of our time and money.

My doctor sent me a note that he’s concerned about my elevated cholesterol, total 183, “bad” cholesterol 107, which has me a tad perplexed because it’s been at this level for three years and we all know my diet needs work and has had some recent challenges, especially when I’ve used fast food to quickly raise my sodium levels.

I reviewed my food diary from this summer and there were only two instances all summer where my daily cholesterol was more than 200 mg/day, when the daily recommendation is under 300 mg/day. I think as I focus more on returning to a better weight, as I work to improve my mobility, this situation should improve. Probably more than half my diet is plant-based.

Speaking of health and mobility, Susquehanna Service Dogs sent me my paperwork for my six month check in. Everyone on the wait list must check in every six months.

Today I go to the gynecologist for my annual. Tomorrow I have my final check-in with my neurologist/phsyiatrist before losing my insurance. (We’re going to discuss my increased stiffness and recent reliance on my chiropractor and my urinary issues.) And Friday I visit my chiropractor.

I also received my first shipment of products through Amazon Vine. Amazon contacted me since I tend to leave reviews on the products I buy and offered to make me an official product tester. They asked me to test a purse organizer, which seems a strange product to offer, but The Teenager has put the item to work. We also received a pair of pet nail trimmers, which were very nice, and a bird toy which the cats loved but Nala is not so sure yet.