Auf Wiedersehen, Good night, Peace Out!
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
So here I am, sitting at the “Cyber Cafe” at the Stanford Medical Center. Stanford Hospital? What is this place actually called, anyway? Apparently I’m in the “hospital and clinics.” This week has been a hectic one.

So here I am, sitting at the “Cyber Cafe” at the Stanford Medical Center. Stanford Hospital? What is this place actually called, anyway? Apparently I’m in the “hospital and clinics.”
This week has been a hectic one. I got home from HRTE San Jose late Monday night, worked like a dog (although the BF pointed out that that would mean laying around the house all day, so maybe that’s not an appropriate analogy) for three days, then left the house early this morning to drive my mom up here to Palo Alto for a visit to Stanford. (I believe I’ve mentioned previously that I’ve been spending a lot of time driving Mom to doctors’ appointments.)
*sigh*
Somewhere in this mess I managed to sit down and type up one blog entry this week. And, honestly, I wrote that down the old-fashioned way on paper during the HRTE class last Sunday (I hate the sound of snapping gum!), so I didn’t actually have to write it, just type it up.
We are waiting for Mom to get a CT scan, which can’t get done until 5:00, giving me a little time to sit around wondering if my editor is going to start worrying about me if I don’t get another entry to her today.
Unfortunately, aside from having been diagnosed with a tumor that might get her on Oprah, Mom is also a diabetic — and she hasn’t eaten anything today since we left Visalia at 8:30 this morning. This means that we got a reluctant go-ahead to grab something to eat while waiting for her CT scan. Which is how I found the “cyber cafe.”
So here I am, sitting at a computer in a hallway at Stanford, with nothing to blog about except blogging! And I so wanted to talk about HRTE! But alas, that post will require my being able to send along photos from the event, which, of course, are not on this computer.
I hope everyone else is having a fabulous, and profitable, Friday afternoon. Personally, I’d so much rather be doing nails.
Sadly, Maggie’s need for balance in her life means saying goodbye to her Maggie Rants blog.
Maggie recalls the time she tried to figure out how to dispose of her salon chemicals.
With a vacation approaching, Maggie can’t wait to put some distance between herself and the drama of the salon.
Maggie doesn’t hesitate to confront clients about past sins.
How sick is too sick for a nail appointment?
Maggie is fed up with clients who won’t get off the phone.
Maggie needs to remind herself that she has options.
Maggie is trading in one writing genre for another.
Maggie knows too much about sanitation to get excited about a strange Jacuzzi tub.
Maggie is no longer certain nails are in her long-term future.
Maggie is learning about the downside of success — scheduling is a nightmare.
Maggie contemplates the limits of her charitable impulses.
Maggie is not too keen on clients bringing in their own nail supplies.
Just because Maggie isn’t with a client doesn’t mean she’s not working.
Twenty-two years of doing nails takes a toll on the hands.
Maggie doesn’t want her product reps dropping by.
Maggie enjoys other people’s drama — up to a point.