I have to start my “colonic prep” this morning. (P’raps this means they’ll be ready for their A-levels once we’re done.) Breakfast, as specified by the dietary list, was just too British for words: two three-minute eggs (and incidentally, they would have been more to my taste if I’d cooked ’em for five minutes) with soldiers. All it needed was a mug of almost-stewed tea to be perfect; I drank coffee instead because (1) I make good coffee and (2) I like it more than I do hot tea. I broke protocol by forgetting I wasn’t supposed to butter the toast, but that’s past crying for now.
For the rest of the day I only get to have clear liquids—bouillon, clear fruit juices, and cokes. (aHA! An excuse to drink some of T’s Dr Peppers, to kill the hunger feelings!) Then at five o’clock I have to mix up a pint bottle of Miralax powder (polyethylene glycol, a sister chemical to antifreeze) in a half-gallon of chilled electrolyte drink (AKA Gatorade™) and somehow drink the lot. After which I’ll spend most of the rest of the evening in the bathroom.
(I just found this sentence in my prep instructions: “There are many things a person would rather do than than undergo a bowel prep for a colonoscopy.” Gee, ya THINK?) The prep sheet also suggests chilling the Gatorade to kill the nasty taste. That helps . . . <stanfreberg>“but not much!”</stanfreberg>
And I must finish up the postcards for the Land of Færie, which I’d meant to do at home this week and then covered over and forgot to do. The baleboosteh and I decided, a few weeks ago, to give up on our snail-mail list and go totally electronic. (We realized it had been more than a year since we’d done a snail mailing, while we do a once-monthly e-newsletter regularly. There was a hint to be taken, and we took it.) This final snailing is to invite everyone whose snail addresses we have but whose email addresses we don’t have to make the switch. It didn’t help that when I prepared the masters for printing the postcards, I forgot to make a master to put the return address on the back side, so I’m having to rubber-stamp the return address on each card by hand. Now that’s tedious.
Incidentally, if anyone here would like to join the e-newsletter list, send me an email with “please subscribe me” in the subject line. We do a once-monthly newsletter with shop news and specials, and events of interest to the Austin Celtic community. Once in a long while we might do a special message, but those are rare. Let’s say the volume won’t clog your inbox. (And we don’t rent or sell our mailing list. It’s for us.)
Speaking of which, it’s time I got dressed and got over there; I have to do close-out from yesterday.