Spring is here, or close by. I can tell because while it is usually a balmy 77 degrees during the day, it's a frigid 37 during the nights. I got up this morning all nice and toasty, to let Maisy outside, and froze the second that I opened the door. THAT will wake you up in the morning! Geez! I certainly wanted to hibernate after all that.
Remember that second head I said that I was growing on my neck? Turns out that it wasn't a second head, but a pyogenic granuloma. Once I got into the exam room and took off the bandaids, the dermatologist said something along the lines of "Wow." Apparently I wasn't supposed to wait so long to come in, but at first I thought that the darn thing was just a zit, and then after that I thought it might be a skin tag, a mole, or a freakishly large tick. Sue me. I'm not stupid, but in these sorts of cases, I really need some sort of flashing neon sign to pop up someplace and tell me to see a doctor. Anyway, after the doctor and her assistant recovered from their surprise at the size of my problem, they sprang into action. Before I knew it, the assistant was injecting my neck with lidocaine and they were slicing that pyogenic granuloma right off. Except that now I was bleeding, so they had to cauterize the wound. It is very disconcerting, seeing smoke rising from your own body. At least she warned me to breathe through my mouth before she started--nobody likes the smell of burnt flesh. Especially their own. And no, I did not immediately want to go eat barbecue.
Since it is spring break, I had to visit at least one new dining establishment, and so we went to La Gloria. They offer "Street Foods of Mexico", which are tacos and such--things you can walk around holding. I enjoyed the food, although I wish we had insisted on sitting in a different spot. My friend Evil Laura is extremely skilled at demanding things at restaurants. She would have demanded to be seated in a different area, and magically we would have free food and the manager would be hovering over us. I still don't know how she does it! Anyway, yes that is a picture of me up there, in case you're wondering. I am the one with the hat.
So there's a comet passing us by. The comet should be visible to the naked eye until the 18th or so, the weatherman says. I would love to be able to see the comet, and I would love showing the comet to Zane, but there's a problem. Too many lights! Light pollution is horrible around here. I can remember, as a kid, being outside after dark in the summer and finding the sky bursting at the seams with stars. Now I can barely find the constellation Orion. I understand that it is necessary to have some lights on at night, but maybe not so many. We will have to drive somewhere to see the stars, and that is just sad.
The Walking Dead only has three more episodes left before the end of the season! There's a couple of characters that I wouldn't mind so much if the zombies got them. I know that's not nice, but if you're supposed to be in survival mode, throwing certain annoying people to the zombies to ensure that you are able to escape just seems like the thing to do. I often think about what I would do if I were in such a situation. Would I be helping people, or would I be tossing them into the zombie mob? I'd like to think that I would be a good person and make good choices that would benefit mankind, but I don't know for sure. That survival of the fittest feeling is very strong.
We were watching an episode of Gator Boys on television, and one of the alligators just whacked the heck out of one of the characters. The alligator had tape around its mouth, so it couldn't bite, but the poor man had blood pouring out of the side of his head and he very definitely had a concussion. Zane immediately wanted to know if the guy had died. He's at that age where he is starting to understand what death is, even if the concept is still a little hazy. The boy is also at that age where he is beginning to understand "real" and "make-believe", and he will sometimes ask if the show he is watching is real or not. Since most reality shows are staged a little or a whole lot, sometimes it is difficult to answer the question, but we try anyway.
I'm hooking up with Stacy over at her place. Go check her out!