Now You See It...

Hannah practicing her letters at work

Over this past weekend, I saw two of my favorite people in the whole world: Bella and Hannah. 


First we went to the coffee shop to have our ritual coffee & hot cocoa. Then we went to the dog park in Scotts Valley with my sister (my 3rd favorite person in the whole world). At the dog park, we got slammed into by assorted slobber-filled, rough-playing dogs. What's especially fun is when the dogs are enormous like St. Bernards or a Great Pyrenees. They frolic and chase after each other - so fun to watch and be a part of. Then one or more dogs slams into your arthritic knee even though you are standing off to one side, frozen in place trying to avoid piles of dogdoo. Ah, what fun that is.


We met other corgis too; a rare sighting. One corgi at the dog park named Pickle, a blond who was two years older than Bella yet still smaller than Bella. Then Bella and I met a corgi who was 9 months old and twice the size of Bella, very fudge-pudgy. I figured the dog to be closer to 10 years old than still a puppy. There but for the grace of dog, go I.


My sister and I are both bone-y now. We sometimes refer to one-another as Cecil and Bobby, two great aunts crones by the time we grew up. Cecil was an artist with a hairy chin and beautiful translucent skin. Rumor has it that Uncle Ivan met Aunt Bobby because she was a hooker (don't fight me on this mom). Aunt Bobbie had a man's name, smoked ciggies and laughed a lot. All I know for sure is that they both were boney, old, odd and we loved them. On Aunt Bobbie's death bed, she told my sister to be nice to me. I think my sister listened.

Fathead viewer

My sister bought me a new pair of jeans. See how kind is that? She's tired of seeing me in the same pants I wore before surgery. My weight has come off so quickly since June it's impossible for my mind to wrap around my size. Though I don't think my mind ever wrapped around my size. I have no idea what I look like (except for flat boobs and a droopy neck that Hannah likes to pull on because pulling an old woman's neck is akin to a thrill ride at the boardwalk -- plus I'm at that age where my neck stays in place - exactly in the position where Hannah left when she became distracted by my batwings) though I'm sure that I'm much smaller than I was before the surgery. But as I've told some people, I'm still viewing the world through a fathead. 


That's another thing gastric bypass does aside from allowing ultra-fast weight-loss (assuming you're not eating pizza and hamburgers post-surgery), curing assorted co-morbidities (such as diabetes, asthma, GERD, etc.) and stitching your stomach to prune-size. The surgery speeds up weight-loss so fast that the mind can't catch up. And thankfully, neither can my wallet.