Uneventful - sort of

It's been pretty quiet on the breast cancer front over the past couple days. I continue to heal from the surgery, though my breast is still tender and there's a strange weightiness to it. But everyday it gets better.
There was a brief flurry of phone calls on Friday. The new clinic couldn't locate the pre-surgery films and I hadn't any idea where they ended up - the surgeon's? The first breast clinic I went to? The other cancer center? Turns out they were back at the Baldwin clinic and Dan retrieved them for me.
On Wednesday, Dr. Bergman called to ask why I had cancelled the appointment with the radiation oncologist. I explained that I was seeking care at another cancer center. I hope I wasn't too harsh but I let him know that I didn't find the staff and atmosphere at his clinic to be congenial. His response was very polite and professional.
It's been a little more interesting on the day-to-day living side, . Wednesday night, Dan and I saw the Chieftains at Orchestra Hall. We're not dyed in the wool Irish music fans, but when I made the plans a couple months back, I figured it would be a fun mid week break and I knew the music would be good.
And it was. Appearing along with the Chieftains, were a number of younger musicians: a heavenly harpist (name may be filled in later if I locate the program) and an awesome young fiddler from Canada, who, with his brother and a female dancer from Long Island (more names to be filled in later), raised a lot of dust with their 'Ottawa Valley' style of step dancing. It was a loose-limbed, happy kind of dancing that was really fun to watch. We especially liked the number where all 3 of them sat in chairs and danced very vigourously while seated, the one guy fiddling as well as dancing through most of it.
An all-girl but otherwise very traditional Irish band called Liaden joined in the playing and dancing and on a couple of the tunes 7 young dancers from the Shramrock School of Irish Dance in Minneapolis stepped it up too. On the encore number (I've never been at a show at Orchestra Hall when there wasn't an encore), the whole bunch joined in a line dance from Breton and then snaked their way through the Hall, picking up audience members along the way.
Last night, we spent the evening a trifle less enjoyably. The boys and I were running around in the Cities shopping and were heading to the car around 5: 30 after an unsuccessful stop at a shoe store, when we saw that the left rear tire was flat as a pancake. So we called our hero, Dan, and he came and rescued us. Mose and I got the spare out and did some other prep but jacking a car up makes me very nervous so I left that delicate operation for Dan. The trip home was a little slow but the spare held up all right and I should be able to get in on Monday morning to have the tire repaired and be on my way again.