One year ago today: December 17, 2024, here’s the view.
Five years ago today: December 17, 2020, extensive rot.
Nine years ago today: December 17, 2016, whose side?
Random years ago today: December 17, 1982, women, me, 1981.
Failing to find a cardiologist in central Florida and hearing stories of people having to wait until February, I drove to Hollywood. Another series of tests and another coaching to see a specialist. Fortunately, the located one for week after next. I left here at 6:40AM and caught the sunrise just north of Arcadia. There was a waxing gibbous Moon above the eastern horizon, a real spectacle. But I was on a mission, and it’s good Ieft early—the drawbridge was up at Alva. This trip was the usual timing, it takes four hours to drive to Miami, but only three hours to drive back.
This is something new here, so I don’t know any more about it than the next guy. Here’s the most informative video link I found, there are other informative and well-made videos at the same place. The device was crowd-funded and if you are ambitious, you can 3D print your own. The Reb gets the deluxe model. She was on-line soon as I got home.
Another round of blood tests, that makes five in the eight days. Yes, my arms are sore. That was the excitement for this morning. I had one audiobook left, called “Saturday” which I though was about terrorists and spies. Instead, I many have found something even worse than the last. The plot so far is about some neurosurgeon who is himself a bit of a head case. On forever about how his son is becoming one of the greatest blues guitarists since Clapton. Hardly my favorite topic.
I see silver traded as high as $66.50. Where is that much-awaited breakthrough? Here is what 40 oz of silver looks like.
This visit was all medical and same as 2003 and 2010, they found nothing so this calls for an inspection via the femoral. On receiving that news, I kept JZ talking for an hour. He says the pains are ischemia, but I also know he likes that word because his ancient girlfriend has a common strain of this heart condition. It arrives whenever she needs money. The situation is my appointment isn’t for 14 days and I’ll head for emergency if anything gets heavy before then.
Welfare employee growth in Hawaii.
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Deciding not to drop in on JZ without contacting him first, I finally got him on the return trip on the emergency phone. The one he’s not supposed to call. Turns out he’s just been silent, same with his sister. That’s the other thing, it can take up to two hours to drive through Miami, an hour less than driving home. So I drove home, arriving here just after 7:00PM. The plan is I show up at his place the Sunday before and we catch up. For example, he needs to fill out some forms available only on-line and (it figures) all the computer geniuses he knows are too clueless to give him a hand. This photo is just here for looks, but yep, I beat 97 millennials today.
For now, and I mean right now, I’ve promised everyone I will take it easy. Folks, it’s not like I’m piling lumber over here. I know my limits. Make this the quietest Xmas ever. As long as the coffee holds out, so will I. You know, if I win that $50,000 Jeep, the city will not let me park it in my yard. Welcome to war zone America.
I drove back via Hwy 27, time to think and plan. I cannot do much until I get to the specialist so that cancels any Xmas plans in Tennessee. I would normally have been there since the 7th. Soon as I got home, the Reb was on-line, and more questions about the lucida, which is an excellent distraction that I need just now. Of particular interest to her is the say it can project an object from the side, not just ahead of the eyepiece. She can order me one, but I won’t get it until I arrive.
Ordering on-line isn’t the problem in Mulberry, it is the delivery. Smart people do not let delivery drivers take photos of their ID. I usually get around that by having a friend order it up, but lately that has flunked. Even if you give people the cash, they are so behind on their card payments (or in one case bank overdraft fees) that they don’t dare take my money lest it get snapped up.. Gawd, what a crazy way to live.
Don’t misread me here, I’m not saying folks like to live broke all the time, for that’s how I was until I learned. Back in 1980 I was earning $18.88 per hour, about $33 in today’s money. Best paying job of the time, but it was in a mill and I was just as broke as everyone else all the time. Until I figured out I was surrounded by a mill mentality in a mill town and was managing my money like a mill workder. Better get to a lower-paying situation that reinforced proper concepts, and I never looked back.
ADDENDUM
That Lennon tune, “Imagine” just might be turned into something. I would naturally dislike any song with a boring bass line, but I can tell the new guy is going to insist. That song in particular has a quirkiness. Guitarists detect other musicians don’t like the tune and take this to mean it is something special, which turns any objections into an ego clash. However, on the drive home I got to thinking about my standard techniques for dealing with such guitarists. Never overplay the band, but you can outplay them. Huge difference, because I’m just standing there playing bass.
