The fascination with the cop-car-hits-Drummer-Man episode from last weekend's birthday dinner gives me an opportunity to play a little catchup with some hanging threads.
First, the cop car. This actually took place about nine years ago. Imagine my joy at receiving a phone call from my son, telling me he is at the local sheriff's station.
It took several deputies on the phone to convince me that he was ok ... and not at fault in a peculiar incident down the street from our house.
He was, indeed, in the left-hand turn lane, astonishingly waiting to make a legal left turn. The police car was in the center lane (to D's right). As Drummer waited for traffic to pass, the cop apparently decided he had someplace more important to be.
He turned on his siren (one quick WHOOP!) and made his illegal left turn -- right into the passenger door of Drummer's car.
It was a stellar moment, and as I said Tuesday, only my kid ...
Now, in no particular order of importance, are updates on unresolved things that you may (or may not) be wondering about:
1) My mom: Yes, there was a second surgery for breast cancer because her "margins" were not clean enough from the first. She is currently in the second week of six weeks of radiation. My sister-in-law the doctor declares her "fine," but if you ask my mom, fine is defined as "it sucks to be her." So bottom line: physically fine, emotionally not.
2) The stress test: I'm cured. No, seriously, I passed the stress test (because I have stress?) with flying colors. In fact, I looked so good, they took away the mitral valve prolapse diagnosis I have had since I was my 20s!
3) The refrigerator: The hole for the new fridge has been enlarged, and the thing fits in it quite nicely. Only problem? The hole was enlarged ... BUT NOT FINISHED. The fridge was just pushed into place. I don't want to talk about it.
4) My fantasy football team is sucking the life out of me. I will give Jay Cutler some small props for keeping me in the game this week, but Mark Sanchez? You're dead to me.