Maybe A Trip
Friday. A trip over to the doctor's office for an annual dermatology checkup where the doctor examines each and every mole and blemish for problems. I've had these examinations over these last years and in the beginning they removed maybe a dozen, um, “spots” telling me best to get them gone before they turn into something that can bite you. Bite me. Doctors are so much fun. No problems noted, come back in another year. OK. On to breakfast.
In my ever expanding ability to eventually do something, no matter how insignificant, no matter how long it takes about my current state of health, I took but a half dose of the blood pressure medicine this morning and, now three hours later, I'm feeling better than I have over these last few days or weeks (hard to say, anymore, as it all seems to run together). No need to take the second half later, I think, but keep it to the half dose and track my blood pressure to see if it holds close to normal. And if I do feel better, and if the blood pressure remains good, I'm crow about it here, dear oh dear. And maybe take somewhat longer walks in the afternoons to celebrate.
The hat shop in the photograph, by the way, is not your ordinary hat shop. I have a hat shop here in Oakland that sells hats that range in price from about twenty to three hundred dollars. A Borsalino or a Scala, for example, will set you back three hundred dollars and they're very nice hats. This shop sells custom made hats that sell from a hundred and a quarter to well into the thousands of dollars, the really expensive ones custom fitted and then made to order over a period of months before they're ready for delivery. The really expensive ones, anyway.
We were told business fell off a cliff at the beginning of this current economic downturn, but I have to admit I thought about it. Buying another white Panama. And then I remembered what tends to happen to my own hats, the many times dented sixty dollar (made in Ecuador) Panama I wore into the shop for example, and then I didn't think about it anymore. Cameras are enough. Cameras are more than enough for this old duff. Nikon, I'm afraid, has a lien on my ass and any and all and one and aother of my appendages.
I mentioned the second coat of stucco has been applied and now drying. My guess is they'll let it go for another week the same way they did with the first coat, so I'll have scaffolding connected to my balcony for yet a while and I will continue to have the occasional twinge, the occasional little voice that asks, as I'm drifting off to sleep: “was that a noise you just heard out in the living room?”
Later. OK, I'm feeling better, no dizziness when I get up from a chair. This is good. Good is good, but let's see how this plays out over the weekend. Maybe a trip to San Francisco.