December 29, 2025

Yesteryear
One year ago today: December 29, 2024, a tiki bar in Lakeland.
Five years ago today: December 29, 2020, larger than a penny/
Nine years ago today: December 29, 2016, -- in theory . . .
Random years ago today: December 29, 2003, back at work.

           Today, I’ll keep to human interest material since the rest was medical. I had to have some straight talk with hospital staff since it looks like I may be in for a stay. It concerns booking the appointment. They demand a phone number which I don’t have. As usual, the excuse is they want to confirm and I say we can to that right here and now. Of confirm by e-mail, which has worked right for years around me. They were enlightened to the fact that their system would also entail training me to walk around holding my phone like a zombie and I charge for that.

           They hit me with some extensive ultrasound, roughly 40 minutes. This left time to get over to Agt. M for a visit. Yep, a house full of sons who play guitars, love science books, and could point to eight of the constellations before they started school. They own some silver as well. So you don’t wrongly think Robotics Club people do not sit about visiting, this shows the removal of the yellow paint and the worst of the van damage while we are talking long-term plans and a potential ride home from the hospital some day soon.

           I got stocked up on Xmas leftovers and stopped at Fred’s.for the mail. Whoopie, the Ukraine gets another few billion and I get $33 more per month. I don’t recall voting for this. The interesting mail was the result of the law that says med places must reveal their prices. The list from my 16 steroid shots last summer appeared on this statement. $310 each. Note, the pain returned the day after the follow-on physio stopped six weeks later.
           Fred and I talked outside for 15 minutes as I’d cautioned his wife about my cough. The bright Florida sunlight let both of us know we met 21 years ago. He was in his sixties then and there is no more pretending it is time to make alternate plans. I was amazed again by the ease of driving in post-ICE Dade. I made it from Sheridan to his place in driving time. Nobody tailgating and laying on the horn. No maniacs weaving lanes, no booming shigga-booga at every intersection.

Picture of the day.
The Brit Royal Family.
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           I drove down Hollywood Blvd, I think it has been two or three years. Anyway, the old computer shop is now an eyesore, painted Cuban pink Check later, I may have some footage. Most of the block is replaced by what looks like those combo shops on the ground floor, then offices, and a few stories of condos up top. Here is the original “tenement”. The place still does not show signs of being fully occupied. When you see open parking spots in south Florida, there’s a occupancy problem.

ADDENDUM
           Aha, there is a clip of the old computer shop. Westbound on Hollywook Blvd, you can just see it for a moment on the far right. A horrid pink-orange color. There—did you see it?

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