Well, the weather had been nice and now it’s not. So I’m inside, not outside in the garden where I have been and want to be now. A couple of weeks ago I was thinking of taking a blogging break over the summer and committing to spending more time outside and less time inside on my iPad. But as the best laid plans go, that won’t be happening for a while. It’s raining. It has been raining. A lot. My husband’s vegetable garden is probably going to have to be replanted. And there is no complaint board. But as you can see by the picture, it’s green and wet.
This is exiting. Canada just issued the first Canadian bill with a woman on it. Agnes MacPhail was amazing. A suffragette, the first female member of parliament in Canada, in a farming cooperative, a “champion of the working class”, an advocate of prison reform, and a woman’s rights activist. I, of course, am in love with a piece of money and have hung it on the mirror in my bedroom.
Last night I had my MRI. I had to be there at 10:45 p.m. Now, usually I go to bed around 8:00 because I get up so early. Going out at 10:30 was so late. My husband drove me and I was so tired by that time (I had been up at 6:00) I was getting surly. “It’s the middle of the night!”, I remarked. “Who goes out at such an ungodly hour?” Anyway, I had to enter through the emergency department and had to walk for an hour and half to get to the MRI department. I followed green dots forever and ever and finally arrived in the right place. I got changed into the all cotton pyjamas that I considered stealing because they were so comfy. Have you ever been in an MRI machine? I haven’t so it was unexpected. I laid on the bed and was tucked all tight into a shoulder mold. The machine started raising and then it rolled me into the machine. There was not a whole lot of space, about 6 to 8 inches above my face. Fortunately I was a little stoned* so it didn’t bother me. In fact, it was actually kind of cool. I had headphones on listening to 80’s music. The machine started making really loud noises. And because I was a little stoned* I started thinking that maybe I was actually in a time machine and was going back to the 80’s. If anything would be a time machine, an MRI machine would be it. Five or six songs later the machine spit me back out and it was done. After getting back into my clothes I made my way back through the hospital but now all the lights were out. There was nobody around at all. Except the murders that hide in hospitals at night waiting for unsuspecting women waking through the hospital. I was pretty sure that this was how it was going to end. Obviously I didn’t get murdered and I came home and went to bed then got up and here I am.
*That is a lie. I took a double dose and was a lot stoned. Thank god because I would have freaked out in such a small space.