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An art gallery window in Bisbee, AZ.

Under here.

November 18, 2008

Yes I Will
Tuesday. OK, we are now home from the road with a day of recouperation behind us, a day to bring the mind back to some semblance of order, to have breakfast at the usual place and to read the paper(s) in peace, to leisurely examine art, life and the ever present aching face and to think about the future. In my conversations with Mr. A I learn he has a project he's working on, not only planning, but methodically implementing the damned thing in the way people who bring these things off often seem to operate. The swine.

And you, of course, have nothing on your plate.

Other than breakfast.

A reasonable breakfast?

A reasonable breakfast and some thought to now test the day, to take a bus rather than drive down to pick up that prescription that wasn't ready yesterday, perhaps have lunch at a clever restaurant with outdoor tables, climb back on the bus after a walk to see if I can't get back home without head trauma or unusual hallucinatory experiences. I assure you it is best to ride the Oakland buses without hallucinatory experiences.

Later. A call to the hospital on Wilson. He's still kicking, although the staff couldn't say much more than that he was there, please contact the family. An email to Spain asking him to give me a call. Still, “still kicking” is good. Wilson is a tough son of a bitch and quite capable of coming out of this in better condition than he started. Then again: two weeks unconscious. Two weeks.

Later still. Back now from Palo Alto and my annual prostate checkup, checkup in the sense I no longer have a prostate, haven't had one now for the last six years. The session essentially consists of them taking a blood sample and asking me a couple of questions about incontinence (nope, thank god) and erections (hard to say when you're not fooling around, but the little blue pills have their uses).

Now the blood test can have implications as in “too bad it's back” and I'd forgotten the test results last year were a bit puzzling in that they weren't altogether zero and the doctor had made a point to say “don't worry, if it returns we can zap it with radiation with very good results”. Hmmm. They made it a point to go over that again this afternoon, so they've gotten my attention waiting now on the results. “Call them if a week goes by and I haven't heard from them” was their parting advice. I will. Yes I will.

The photograph was taken through an art gallery window in Bisbee, AZ with a Nikon D3 mounted with a 24 - 70mm f 2.8 Nikkor G lens at 1/1250th second, f 2.8, ISO 200.