Noisy neighbors

Groan. I had to get up at 7 a.m. to get ready for my doctor's appointment, so of course, my neighbors decided to be noisy last night. Around two o'clock, I heard what sounded like some kind of strange organ music (a cell phone, perhaps?). Then at five a.m., apparently a group of people were leaving for work, and since they had to be up so early, of course they needed to wake up the neighborhood with yelling and car doors slamming. Additionally, with our windows open and the attic fan and ceiling fan on (crazy, huh? It's October in Michigan!), I got too chilled and had trouble sleeping.

It's going to be a long day. At least the doctor's appointment went well. He was pleased with all my lab results, but concerned about my shoulder. They're trying to schedule an MRI to see whether there are torn ligaments or anything specific causing the pain. When he tried to get me to show him how much mobility I had, he could see that movement caused me great pain, so he categorized me as having severely limited mobility in my left shoulder. The treatment is likely to be physical therapy, but we'll have to wait to see the results of the MRI.

On a different note, I had noticed and mentioned my neighbor's Obama-Biden sign in their yard, but I had NOT noticed that my husband had put a magnetic Obama-Biden decal on his car. I fussed at him for not having gotten one for me, too.

Yesterday I bought some Halloween cards at Target. A couple of them were political. They'll be fun to send to my cousin's husband, the right-wing conservative blowhard. I also picked up a microwave oven, a tiny one, for my office. Now if only I could figure out a way to have a bed and bath in my office, I'd have a home-away-from-home. I suppose it's redundant to have a microwave in my office since the kitchenette down the hall has one. However, there is a line waiting to use it at the various mealtimes of the day, and at any given time, it is quite smelly and dirty. I can't stand putting my food into a microwave that has specks and blobs of other people's meals stuck all inside it, and especially not when that microwave reeks with old-food smells.

It's supposed to get near 80 degrees today. That just blows me away. However, the week won't remain warm. I expect that I'll be shrugging into a sweater by Wednesday, after that front goes through.

My younger son has informed us that his divorce will be final in 2-3 weeks. All of this has just knocked me off kilter. I still can't get over it. He's looking for a place to move. Presently, he is sleeping on the futon in their spare bedroom. I try very hard to stay out of it, but he isn't sharing any of the details with us, which is of course his right. It would be easier if I knew something specific, but all my husband and I can do is speculate. And wonder if we should put away the photographs that we have all over the house of Dan and Wendy together, looking so enamored of each other.

Bopping about from topic to topic, as usual, I have to admit having a senior moment of a giant kind recently. I'd been complaining about my cell phone camera, fussing that it seemed to have developed a large dark spot on the screen. My quick-witted, technologically-minded husband saw the problem right away. And no, it wasn't my thumb. It was the phone case. The little tab on the hard plastic case apparently is in the viewfinder. If I want to shoot a photo, I'll have to take the phone out of its case. Doh.

I suppose I'd better begin to pack for my week in Big Rapids. No rest for the weary. Or is it wicked? I've heard both versions.