Why do I have to have a title? Who dreamed up this title business anyway?

A very quite weekend. Have been able to catch up with some web work. Last week was bizarre. Monday, at 9 am, I found out I was suppose to be in a planning session that day and the next. Out the window went my plans for work those days. One saving grace was that the sessions were over by 2. Sessions did reveal that people "expect" everything in the world from the web presence.

Momsy called Wednesday morning to remind me she needed to go to the hospital the next day for minor surgery. Duhhhhhh! I knew of the surgery but thought it was in June. So there go plans for Thursday. At 3:30 the power goes out. Holy fuck!

Knew that to get mom to hospital by 7 am, I'd have to pick her up by at least 6:30, which meant I'd have to leave home by 6, which meant I'd have to be up by 5:15 or so. Which translated into my not being able to sleep Wednesday night for fearing of waking up late Thursday morning.

Well, we were at the hospital by 7. The hospital has evolved over almost a 50-year period, so it now resembles a giant maze. With mother in wheel chair, out we go, across the plaza, down the corridor, up the elevator, into one waiting area, (wrong one for us), down another corridor, into another waiting area. Wait ten minutes. Into the out-patient area which reminds me of a cheap motel with curtains instead of doors.
Blood test and EKG are run. Concern arises about length of time mom has been off blood thinning medication. Surgeon arrives. Anesthesiologist arrives, reviews EKG, notices discrepancy with previous one, calls for another EKG, and seeks consultation with her heart doctor. Heart doctor is not available. Surgery quasi cancelled. Heart doctor's partner shows up and gives consent. (I'm not there for this. Have gone for breakfast. Two muffins and a large coke.)

By accident, I meet anesthesiologist in the hallway, and she ask, "Do you ever tell her what to do?" My very quick, emphatic response was "No!" Have no idea cause for question. But momsy can be very persistent in the most genteel manner imaginable, so I wondered if something happened while I was gone. I've also learned that if something did happen, she would never tell me.
Surgery is on again. We wait. Minutes tick. World turns. I make attempt to entertain. All the while, people are coming in, being wheeled to surgery and leaving. Again reminds me of a cheap motel that rents by the hour. Around 1, at last, mother wheeled away. I retreat to waiting room and wait. Curious selection of ten-year-old magazines. (No joke!) Wait takes 30 - 45 minutes. Mother back in out-patient room. Operation success. Around 3, home we go!

Surgeon is fairly short. Mother said the surgery would have gone quicker, but they had to find a box for him to stand on!

Spent evening trying to work. In bed by 10 in total comatose state.

Friday was spent generating web presence for major program airing Tuesday.

Saturday. No early morning cartoons for this kid. Slaving over a hot keyboard by 8:30. Did go back to bed at 10:30 or so. Dinner with friend at Indian restaurant. Learned that taste buds can quickly implode given doses of shrimp vindaloo. ("Hot enough to melt the barnacles off a tramp steamer!")

Am trying to think of any uplifting, heart-warming, amusing moments from the week that was. Not a thing comes to mind.

PAX!