One year ago today: February 24, 2025, a generic day.
Five years ago today: February 24, 2021, beginning PWM lessons.
Nine years ago today: February 24, 2017, my favorite window . . .
Random years ago today: February 24, 2008, corrupted by usage.
News from Trent and others cheers me along, this fourth day of home therapy. Here’s the goings-on, again allowing you to decide how things are progressing. I know to suppress the hospital talk so how about a trip to the mall? Up early, I made scrambled eggs for the crew, which I point out is unfamiliar chow for the gang. For the 15 years the robot club has existed to date, there was always a budget to hold the meetings at bookstores, or any handy pubic spot.
Isn’t this a fine scenario, three Miami dudes in tough shape checking on each other? Yet, this is a fortunate outcome considering how American society has gone empty. Most people only have family any more and that’s not what it used to be. I arrived to find JZ haggard after a night of wheezing. Tell me about it. Fast forward unless you want six hours of going over medical conditions. All this did was clarify some questions my own med people were hesitant to answer, like whether my multitude of small aches and such are normal or not.
To be exact, questions about the broken sternum and healing process. Yes, it moves, and I can feel in when I toss at night. JZ had to visit a lung specialist, so he was gone three hours. I lied down on the old sofa and was rapidly into the deepest sleep since this incident began—except at home which is 190 miles away. I’ve been crashing on this sofa at times for more than twenty years.
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Neither of us felt like cooking later, so we got this big idea. Why not combine a little exercise and walk over to the Dadeland Mall food court? That was at 4:00PM in the afternoon. It’s usually a great stroll over the bridge and taking the indoor route through JC Penny. Where I’ve never really shopped. Same with Macy’s, I just don’t normally spend $62 on a casual shirt. The Mall always gets me, there are so few shoppers and half of them are mall rats.
That’s another thing, in my day it was a treat to go gal-watching at the malls. Not no more. The day of the slim, leggy, together babe is gone, replaced by squat 4-foot-10 waddlers. Forgive me for noticing. My treat, we stopped for pizza slices and that came to twenty bucks. I also grabbed a sandwich to take back for Agt. M and I which set me back another fifteen.
It was the long walk back that got me. I needed a pause every fifty paces. This led to some window shopping, including $16,000 wrist watches and $4,800 pendants. And JZ, well, you know how he fares with free samples. I think the millennial know-nothing job movement began as commission sales-jerks at mall kiosks. Before long he was sporting eight different after-shaves and a free $105 bags under the eyes treatment. I was more concerned that I’d have to drive in the dark if we didn’t hurry up.
I got back to Hollywood late. Today’s conversations have convinced me that being home will be considerably more therapeutic than the equivalent time anywhere else. I’m still weak as in easily-fatigued but day like this are exponentially more beneficial. We talked until 10:00PM and watched documentaries on drones after the kids were asleep.
