Still on the road

My presentation last week in Chicago went swimmingly...in fact several people emailed me after to say it was their best presentation of the conference which makes me feel all warm and sparkly. Or as warm and sparkly as one could feel when talking about Medicare and research billing compliance. Jeff's Mom wanted a copy of the DVD which there isn't one so she won't have to suffer through an hour of me being charming but saying, "ummm..." over and over again.

Now I'm in Columbus, OH taking a week-long training on medical coding! I'm telling you, the well runneth over. I swung into town and forced the Cousins to have an afternoon affair so I could see everyone. It's apparent that while Jeff and I have been tending our flowerbeds and whatnot, the Cousins have been procreating like rabbits. I have new cousins EVERYWHERE. A whole new generation has sprung up overnight and, if I can brag, we're a handsome, handsome family. Cuteness abounds and such sunny dispositions on such well-mannered children. I can only suspect that dark black clouds of impending adolescence, while still off in the far, far horizon, will undoubtedly be heading this way. I believe I will be staying out of Ohio between 2019 and 2024.

Also, apparently while Jeff and I were tending our flowerbeds and whatnot, the Cousins have also started hitting a special family milestone while I wasn't looking: vasectomies abound! The general rule of thumb in my family is this Right of Passage being spun into a wonderful, warm yarn told around camp-fires and family reunions. Oh the stories of wobbly-knock-knee-ed wimps who, on better days when there weren't sharp medical instruments being poked around their junk, normally were robust, manly men of the family. Someone passed out! One didn't take! The stories never end! And now, my age group has started to fill that particular well of stories again. I almost feel like I should get one to make sure I'm not excommunicated from the family. I'd consider it but only if I could get a two-for-one liposuction at the same time because no one has taken that particular angle and it's so...well, it's so me! "Oh remember when Beau went in for The Snip and came out with a size 28-waist?" That kinda has a nice literary feel to it.

I'm finally due back in New York on Friday night after having missed two of the most perfect weekends of the spring so far. I have a garden sadly lacking in attention (and a husband too, not necessarily in that order) and flowerbeds to tend. Jeff opened the porch at Bashert last weekend and so now I'm also a week behind on my Saturday afternoon naps on the porch. I need to get back to my real life and soon!