doodledee

I've been gone for so long I'm not sure I remember what I was going to write about when I got back here. I've got all these crazy stories about spending 4 nights sleeping on a roll away cot in a hospital room, drunk from lack of sleep, living on coffee, 'race diva' ho-ho's, yogurt-n-granola parfaits, and banh mi sandwiches eaten standing over a sink. (You regular readers out there may recognize this as "my preferred diet".) But after thinking about it for a while, I'm not sure anyone really wants to hear stories of cot-sleeping and temperature-taking and diaper-changing and how I drove back and forth from the house to the hospital like 12 times and how each time I did I would listen to like the same 4 songs off disc 1 of 'Kicking Television' because, hey, it's never too early to establish a routine when kids are involved. I've got nurse stories and doctor stories and nintendo-playing parking attendant stories and cafeteria stories and cleaning lady stories. I could easily do a couple thousand words comparing and contrasting my experiences as an observer and participant of health care in action to those outlined in the new PBS documentary Remaking American Medicine. Lucky for you, I'll put that one the shelf. You should still watch it when it airs, though. And cling to the hope that I make good on that offer.

Then there's all the "hey look, we're home, remind me what we do now again?" stuff. Clear some more shelf space.

Here's some more, uhh, trivial doodlebits:

• I fake tivo'd that Studio 60 show off a workBuddy.hoffmaldo recommendation because when I told him I was thinking of watching it because I liked the West Wing when the West Wing was good and that I heard S60 was supposed to be good like that he confirmed that it was both a) like that and b) good. We've watched all 3 of them now and so far, he's right. I actually stood up and applauded 10 minutes into the first episode. And by "stood up and applauded" I mean "I told Libby that if anybody asks, I'm going to say that I stood up and applauded when that scene ended." I'm sure this all makes me some sort of SuperTool, but for the time being I can live with that.
• We watched a lot of Twins Baseball in the hospital and it was neat to see everyone charged up for the home team again. Everyone was talking about it; it's a neat vibe. (Except for the people who are a little *too* into it. I'm sure you know the type of people I'm talking about. Creepers.) On a related note, if I took this blogging thing seriously, I'd find the time to write up a critique of the champagne soaked wild-card spot celebration and how silly it all came off. At least to me. But kudos to them. Special kudos to whomever that was wearing a "things were better when Anne Hutchinson was here" t-shirt. And for the record, that would be nobody.
• I saw some headline in a grocery store tabloid about digging up the Crocodile Hunter's body and I laughed out loud.
• We went down and watched the marathon on Sunday morning. Same sentiments as other years apply. Though this year an ambulance roared through the field with its lights and sirens blaring and it was kind of a surreal buzzkill. The moment passed quickly, though.
• The old owners of our new house left their old garbage cans here. I've been having fun wrapping my head around the riddle of how I'm supposed to throw away a garbage can. Think about it. Ok, ok, I'm sure you got it the first time.

That's good for now. Thanks to everyone who's been helping out or bringing food or stopping by or calling or whatnot.