Today is Cinco de Mayo day. We do not celebrate Cinco de Mayo in my house because we are not of Mexican heritage, nor is it a feast day on the Catholic calendar. I surmise that Cinco de Mayo, for most Americans, has become a reason to have a party...much like St. Patrick's Day. It makes me a bit sad because that is how history gets watered down. I was driving Faith home from the orthodontist (Driving Miss Faith) today and we passed a Chipotle restaurant with a line out the door. I guess it's nice that our economy is aided by these "holidays." At least some American benefits. Just stay off the roads tonight if you can -- tequila + driving = nothing good.
My niece Rachel is scheduled to have her radiation infusion treatment next Thursday for those of you kind souls who are praying for her (thank you!). I checked in with her the other day and she had had a bit of a setback. She had just learned that the hospital where the procedure had been scheduled does not "accept" her insurance -- military insurance. The procedure had been scheduled for a month or more and she learned just days before it was scheduled that is was a no-go. Civilian hospitals/docs and military insurance don't mix very well. Sigh. For those very few of you out there who still think government insurance is a good idea...take note.
She was also feeling grumpy because she has to be on a low iodine diet until the procedure, I imagine so the cancerous thyroid cells will absorb the maximum amount of radioactive iodine. I expect that when she looked at the written diet she saw nothing that looked familiar all (i.e. no typical teenage fare) and became rather despondent. I emailed her a bunch of recipes for good clean cooking and I hope that she will give it a try. I hate to think of the poor girl not only loosing her freedom while she is in isolation, but also anything yummy to eat. I wish I could be there with her.
The other night Doug, Faith and I drove over to the Home Depot to pick out tile for the kids' bath. Wow. I thought it would take five minutes and we were there for an hour and a half. Ridiculous. I must say mostly it was my husband's fault because he has champagne taste and I have a beer budget.
Anyway, we were driving there and as Doug exited the freeway, the driver of a noisy truck pulled up in the right lane, gunned his engine and flipped us off. I suggested it was due to my husband's driving but he suggested it was due to my pro-life bumper sticker.
As he drove past us and made his inappropriate gesture, Faith, because she is nine and because she is Faith said, "How rude! Why did that man point at us, mom?" I played dumb and said, "Oh, did he?" She said, "Yes, he did and I think he sped up his truck just so we would notice him so he could point at us." Sigh. She gets it, she just doesn't really get it. And for that I thank our good God.
Happy May 5. It's the feast of St. Jutta (Judith) and that, I believe, I will celebrate.