November 27th, 2019


That reminds me.

susandennis is downloading "Alice's Restaurant" to listen to while she swims tomorrow.  It reminded me how HFS (what we called WHFS) would play the song every Thanksgiving Day, and I often heard it as I drove down to my mom's, across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge.  One year, though, I got a flat tire while trying to get to Rte 2 off the beltway.  I got out to get about changing it, decided it would be too dangerous (it was on the highway side), and was looking in both directions, trying to decide which was the better way to walk.  Cuz there weren't cell phones for regular people then, and you just did that kind of thing.

Then some guy stopped.  He parked his vehicle so as to discourage other motorists from hitting us and we set out to changing the tire, him doing almost all the work.  As we parted and I thanked him profusely, he asked me not to thank him but to thank Jesus Christ.

I was late getting to my mother's, though by then I'd called her from a phone booth.  That's a structure in which there was something called a public telephone... well, maybe you had to be there, or maybe you've seen 'em in old movies.  I decided to make an entrance and so carried the flat tire into the house with me.  I think it got a laugh, though I don't really remember.  I imagine it got a "Put that down right there" from Mom.  Vaguely I think that was a year now-also-dead Polly was there for supper.  Good times.

Anyway, lotsa times I'd be losing the radio signal before the song was over, as sometime between Easton and Cambridge it'd disappear completely.  But that year, on account being late, and Jesus Christ, I heard the whole thing.
MR door

It's hard to concentrate at work.

Several folks have taken off already--- we get 2 free hours today.  I came in late, just after a crazy 10-minute windstorm came through my neighborhood and took out power.  I'll be texted with news of any changes in status.  Seems like maybe I should just keep working, reducing the hours of leave I'll need to use this week.

My Stadia stuff arrived but I didn't take it out last night.  I did open up Josh's outfit from We'll Never Have Problems Again.  It's a bit of a thrill, gotta say.  Funny thing— the shoes fit me, pretty much.  So I put 'em on and stood up and tried to walk.  The heels are easily the highest I've ever been in, and they're platforms too.  I swear I don't know how the guy walked in them, let alone danced and popped back up from the splits and such.  They do have some friction-providing pads affixed to the non-heel part of the soles, but still.  Here's a shot of them on my feet before I collapsed into a chair and gave up:

Manny's bloodwork came back.  It's good overall but he does have big elevation in that heart enzyme.  Plus in the earlier-indicator kidney problem one.  First order of biz is apparently getting him to a kitty cardiologist soon.  Maybe he can be cleared to be knocked out and have his teeth pulled.  He seems in fine spirits.  Mr. Lovey-Dovey.

I have two items waiting for pickup at Target today:  a drill and some baking powder.  My baking powder hasn't expired, by date, but it's been open since at least this time last year, and I didn't think to test it before leaving home today.  So Clabber Girl it is.  The drill's to drive screws into loose steps on my stoop.  I figure the less-than-freezing days are numbered that way, and Friday looks like a good possibility.

Got a lot on my mental to-do list for the long weekend (which I didn't used to take but now we have to).  There are fun things on there, and chore things that'll result in satisfaction if I get to them.  Plus I agreed to do some more Bernie stuff.

I can still assemble my sweet potato biscuit stuff tonight and tomorrow morning, even if the power's still off, on account of having a gas stovetop, with just a coupla openings of the fridge to grab ingredients.  Aiming to boil the potatoes tonight.  Maybe I shouldn't work too late so I don't have to do that in the dark?  Or I could go home and do that and come back here.  Or go see Knives Out or the Mr. Rogers movie.  (I did manage to see JoJo Rabbit finally the other day.  Recommended.  Not at all a laugh fest, but satirical in that highlighting-of-absurdity way, plus hard hitting.  And a great premise.)

Yeah, I guess working late is kinda silly, since I have plenty of leave, and feel like going ahead and getting started on the weekend.  I'll buy ice if the power outage extends a lot.  Never did shell out for a CPAP battery.  I coulda had one instead of the jumpsuit and shoes, but I have no regrets that way.  Maybe a CPAP battery for Christmas.  Or not.

Ya'll have a good one.