I feel like I am guilty of this
Last month, when Glenn Ford was released from prison for a crime he didn’t commit, the state of Louisiana “gave him a $20 debit card for his troubles.” That, plus the four cents he had left in his prison account, was all he had.
How do you build up the material accumulations of a lifetime overnight? How do you do it with no money? Where do you even begin?
Ford’s friend John Thompson had a clever idea: Do what millions of Americans do when they are hoping that other people will buy them a whole bunch of stuff. Build an Amazon registry.
The Amazon Wish List is here.
Read the whole piece here.
Let’s buy this guy some stuff from his amazon registry!
So my biopsy results came back, and there are no signs of the pre-cancerous stuff! What she was seeing was some sort of benign cervical polyp. She says I’m all good and that I don’t need to see her for a year.
I was very glad to get the doctor’s phone call. She got me my results DAYS early and called me herself. I am really glad to be in her care.
I had a cervical biopsy done this morning, and while the procedure was no big deal, the doctor found a “moderate” amount of pre-cancerous cervical cells. Doc says that sometimes these can go away on their own. Obviously, I am worried, having lost my father to cancer not event two years ago.
I will get the results in about a week, depending on that, I may need to make some life changes. I don’t even know what those might be, but this seems like the kind of news that brings change.
Last night was our Solid Gold Dance-off, a fundraiser for roller derby at which dance troupes have a friendly competition. It was just a huge dance party with raffle tickets. The Laissez Boyz showed up. They are formally/silk pajama-clad men who chill all night in motorized recliners. I don’t think I have to tell you how cool they are. And the we made about $6500.
Today was a full day of derby: rec practice from 9:00-11:00, men’s derby practice from 12:00-3:00, and then I hung around to watch a mashup scrimmage from 4:00-5:30. Came home, showered, ate a pretzel roll, and passed out. I was so tired that when Dale asked me what I wanted for dinner, I couldn’t tell if he was speaking English.
Should hear about at least one job this week…