Unless I Forget
Friday. A walk somewhat later this morning after eight to breakfast, passing a Tesla parked in front of Gold's Gym at the base of my hill. My assumption is we get some of the major league players coming here to work out, but it could be anyone, really, as there are some pretty nice neighborhoods not that far away here in Oakland. I've seen Ferrari's parked out front as well. I was surprised at how small and really nicely designed the Tesla looks. The fact you've paid a hundred grand for an electric sports car doesn't mean it's going to look all that nice, that one late model Ferrari I see every now and then coming to mind.
Later. A ride downtown on the bus, a walk over to the City Center to sit at a table and watch the people go by, a walk next door to City Hall to hear a local blues band playing, a trip to the pharmacy for a Fleet enema kit.
A Fleet enema kit?
I learned to my discomfort you shouldn't take antacid pills in any quantity for any period of time as it will turn your system to cement. Enough said. The trip for the kit to be sure there was one stowed away lest I forget and find myself Fleet-less in an, um, bind.
Less urgently I've noticed the local channel 26 here in the San Francisco area has gone off the air for short periods at a time. At least I lost their digital signal yesterday afternoon before finding it again today, my means of receiving the signal being a battered set of rabbit ears. I haven't seen anything online or on their web site, so maybe it's me and maybe it's them, but I suspect my Korean soaps are hanging by a thread at the moment. Probably for the best. Maybe the current financial situation, maybe my equipment. Either way losing the soaps would, at least, be one less thing indicating to the world my mind is going, going, gone.
Oh, on this business of getting old(er). I go through a relatively rigid routine when I get up in the morning: out of bed, go to the computer and turn it on, go to the kitchen and feed Ms. Emmy (who's been following me closely all the while), take my morning meds and then get on with the day. Now I'm only half way awake while I'm doing this and I've discovered any deviation and it's possible to forget the meds, the most important of which is the blood pressure stuff.
I had a thought after I'd returned this morning from breakfast: had I really taken those meds? Well, had I my bucko? Through a clever reconstruction of events I figured seventy - thirty I hadn't, so I went to the cupboard and took them for what I hoped was not the second time. The downside would be I'd feel a bit light headed in an hour, something that didn't happen, so it turned out I was right. Still, what does that mean from now on? Put a mark on the calendar above the sink every morning after I've finished? I've forgotten them now maybe once in a month, once in a quarter. Will it happen more often now with time? You'd think it might. So I guess I'm marking my calendar from here on out. Unless I forget.