This
is Friday morning June 8, 2012, and I slept fairly well last night. I woke at first light at 5:08 and got up at
5:22 on the digital clock and turned on Bill Press and made coffee. Stephanie Miller was on at six and she was
mocking some crank letter she received where she mocked the use of the term
“dumocrats” when the person probably wanted to say “dumb-o-crats”. He also spoke of rubbing “slat” into the
wounds rather than salt” so the guy is a dyslexic among his other
problems. He was talking about Wisconsin. Nobody respects an illiterate crank. I just changed the wallpaper from “Central
Park” to “Tea cups” to liven things up.
And (brother) Al is right. I’m pretty sure
this photograph has been doctored but I didn’t do it. We had breakfast and for the millionth time
it was a case of “hurry up and wait”.
The waiting to eating ratio these days has got to be around three to one
or something. John Powell says ‘patience
is the name of the game”. I disagreed
and said ‘No, patients is the name of the game.
Being impatient isn’t going to change one bit about how much food we
finally get served to eat”. We had
Cheerios and had to wait for the milk.
My bowl wasn’t filled as fully as the other three and I was done way
ahead of the other three. All the gains
made with weight can be wiped out by a continuing pattern which basically
hasn’t changed. It seems the seconds
cart has started on the other side of the room and we are dead last, if at all,
like for the fifth time in a row, at least when it really mattered. Some say that eating slowly is the way to
go. I disagree. Picture this example. Suppose you have a limited amount of energy
you can use on hot water and it’s a cold morning and you want to shower. Would you rather take a three minute shower
where the water is a hundred degrees the whole time, or a fifteen minute shower
where the water is maybe 79 degrees the whole time and you never get warm? Simple, huh?
At least while you are actually eating, you know that you are not
hungry. Then we had a fried egg and one
of those Mc Donald’s things of hashed browns.
Not the most filling meal in the world.
No toast. No complains about the
coffee size- today. Yesterday I finally
changed the Calendar page to June.
Dr.
Levy said that the time gone and not here would “pass quickly”. Nothing could be further from the truth. He probably won’t make it back here till July
5th so it’s a four week vacation for us and not a two week &
some off day trip. June has a reputation
of a month of “unpleasant, funny surprises”.
That dentist check bill appeared out of nowhere and was too old for the
bank to even accept it. That occurred in
June. So is it any wonder that I fear
some blood test I thought was lost may just “turn up” unexpectedly with bad
results. That Mark guy reappeared here
last night after maybe six weeks unexplained absence. I thought he was “gone”. I owe him a pack of cigarettes and hope he’s
forgotten. Of course we have to make
sure the Kings actually win the Stanley Cup because that isn’t a fate accomple
yet, and it may go on to a game six back at Staples next week. Hopefully Charlie Sheen won’t throw a fit
like he did last night when some lady wouldn’t let him back into the game after
a smoking break. Now we hear they have
smoking areas set aside inside the arena
for all the smoker addicts making it through a multy hour game. Of course then there are the whole basketball
play-offs. Believe it or not these have
not occurred yet. Then there are the
bunch of Supreme Court decisions they wait for June to tell us about, which I
find puzzling but that’s the way they do it.
We learn whether Obama Care is legal.
And the Soap Opera has been proceding at a fast and furious pace in the
plot. And if Dr. Levy returns July 5th
we will have celebrated July fourth. So
to say the next four weeks will “pass before you know it” is nothing short of
silly. I’d like to know I can make it
till next Tuesday on my money. It seems
I have enough money for three whole packs of cigarettes. I had fifty cents from Richard I’d forgotten
about and ditto for Bill. And another
dollar just “showed up” in my pocket.
But on the negative side I think I’ll be out of coffee by then. Yesterday afternoon Wally only gave me five
filters. Elizabeth wanted to borrow
money from me for a soda but first I said “let he see the filters first”. I was so disheartened at the number I only
gave Her a quarter. We did not type
yesterday - - - at least in Word.
We
are already on page six and we’ll probably go till page eight or so because
there is just a lot of ground to cover. Ok,
let’s see. Yesterday I turned on KPOJ
and you know Ed Schultz was a rerun I was so disgusted I wasn’t even going to
listen to but then relented and had him on and he said some constructive stuff
for that hour. We had Pastrami
sandwiches for lunch, which were under filled by some standards, but Oscar came
by with seconds, which we rarely get on pastrami. I guess we had beets. The soup was generic red vegetable and a
little on the salty side. We had a
mixture or orange and banana slices or something for desert. I kind of slept through the hour of Randy
Rhodes. The soap opera topic was that
Will Horton is the subject that was arrested for the murder of Stephano because
he alone failed the fun firing test. All
of the others were cleared. Now Carrie
is talking about “Perhaps in some other lifetime we can be together- - well,
until then”, to Raphael. I went down for
coffee from Dora and got two cups and greeted the birds. By now it was 2:20 and I went to the front
room to wait for Dr. Levy to arrive with Arleen and others on the couch. But it was 2:35 and I went back up to my room
to listen to Randy Rhodes realizing I wasn’t going to get any money bail-out.
But
then at a quarter to three Dr. Levy showed up.
There are a lot of developments you flat out just can’t predict. Anyhow Dr. Levy was surprised I preferred the
high back wooden chair with a cushion to those wicker chair torture
devices. No chair deigned is more
uncomfortable to sit on from the bar jabbing your back to the metal bar cutting
off your circulation to legs, to the “unforgiving, rigid quality” of the wicker
itself. We were supposed to be
discussing the thirteen principles on that list but we never got to that. I spoke of “lowering our expectations when we
get older” but I was not speaking of expectation from YOURSELF but from your
environment and rattled off the usual laundry list that constitutes “the
elephant in the room” which Dr. Levy seems to be going to extremes into
ignoring even exist. There was talk
about going to that picnic spot in Seal Beach come July “where I go with
founders group all the time”. Since I’ve
been coming, some three years, group outings such as this have been virtually
non existant. We talked more about his
Italy trip. But in general the classes
don’t have any continuity to them or organizational rhythm. We broke up at a quarter to four and I had a
cigarette on the patio- - and decided to head down to the dining room a little
early.
We
had ravioli for dinner with green beans and “bread” but we did have rainbow
sherbet for desert, which was nice .
News all of yesterday was non existant and continues to be today. I had it on for a while but turned it off at
twenty after five and decided to play the Rush album “Grace Under
Pressure”. As planned I played all of
the songs except tracks five and six.
The entire CD clocks out at just under forty minutes, so it’s an “old
school” record. Bill returned as I was
only just into listening to it. Usually
when he returns the same day it’s just after dinner, or often he’s here waiting
when I return. I asked him how his Long
Beach trip was. It was the usual brief
“OK” response.
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