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And So It Begins
by sherri_ at 2/6/2011 1:49:02 PM
Man Child is sick again. Maybe. At fourteen, it’s hard to tell if it’s a contagious sickness or the non-contagious sickness, Hookieitis.
But I have to take him in to the doc’s to find out since Mom is elderly and I’m babysitting my three month old granddaughter a couple times a week. Plus, the school is much friendlier if he brings in a doctor’s excuse on his return.
I bring my previously mentioned Christmas present, the Kindle, with us. One can never tell how long these things will take, and with over 1,000 books loaded on it, I’m sure to find something to interest me.
And there’s some teenager games loaded on it, too…like poker and blackjack. Even if there were any hot girls for him to chase, he couldn’t catch them what with his foot in an orthopedic boot and all.
Kindle is very big in his high school, apparently lots of kids got them for Christmas. If I had to bet money, I’d bet they’re playing poker on them instead of reading. There’s also a maze game with mice and cheese.
Today’s nurse has been there awhile, she’s in her sixties…maybe even her seventies. I know she was there when the Old Man was there, a local icon, God rest his soul. His son and adopted nephew run the place now, they’re as awesome in their way as he was.
She spied my Kindle and asked me how I loved it. Not “if” but “how much”, anyone who has one understands.
In some kind of Kentucky Collective Consciousness, she got one for Christmas, too. We chatted about how she’s become a speed reader and comes into work on Monday mornings with a sore thumb—overuse injury from clicking the page turner. Her hubby just walks past her and shakes his head.
I bet it’s soon to become an orthopedic condition common in bone doctor offices just like when Wii came out. Maybe they’ll call it “Kindle-it is”.
As we chatted, she absentmindedly handed Man Child a Kleenex to mop his eyes. A flu test was in order which is an extra long q-tip jabbed up the nose clear to the eyeball…both sides. I’m thinking they should do a flu-test on every teenager that comes into the office, just in case.
I’m thinking that could be the 21st century version of Castor Oil. I bet it would improve school attendance if they did that. According to Mom, it sure did when she went to school. They’d run out the door with mumps if they saw that big spoon and bottle coming at them.
We stop by the pharmacy on our way out of the building, Man Child now in an orthopedic boot and a mask. Boy, isn’t there egg on *my* face. Turns out he really is sick--flu and nobody wants him to breathe on them on his way out.
The pharmacist is as eccentric as everyone else who lives here, her thing is body and face piercings—not something most pharmacists are into. She’s got some great music playing—good old rock and roll. She calls it Guitar Hero music. So we talk about video games—not that either one of us play them, other than the booted, masked Man Child, but she plays guitar hero and I play dance dance revolution so that’s close enough.
She sees my Kindle , the screensaver is on and is impressed with the quality of the “electronic ink”. Her birthday is coming up. She says she deserves a nice birthday gift for herself and Kindle is clearly it.
And so it begins….Kindle World Domination
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