Me: Again, vastly better. The needed new tires and stove on the MC leave me feeling guilty about eating out. Stolen moments indeed.
G: Had a very nervous spot during his day….but it wasn’t his fault. This company handles problems so much better than the last one.
Work: Padre’s 2008 Schedule. We only have to work 77 out of 84 games this year. Wow.
“Can he see me,” I asked the dentist’s wife. “I have a nasty cancer sore and it is getting worse.”
“Can you come in right now? He will be done with his next patient in minutes.”
I was dressed and on my way before you could say, “You forgot your watch.” It’s a good thing Grumpy has a clock.
With a wave of a cue tip, he put a solution on the cancer sore while admonishing me about trauma and brushing too hard. On my way out, the Wife told me that she was running it by our insurance then told me about a new spot to eat on the bay. “Appetizers for five bucks,” she said. “From three to five thirty.”
So I zipped up to PT, told her that I went home hurting worse last week, and delighted in the massage, stretching, and heat for an hour. I gotta get in the pool. She insisted I try it, handed me a list of exercises….just the ones I used to teach, and sent me off to find a pool. With my stomach grumbling, I found the Y above our condo that gave me the fees, a brochure, and a free day pass to try it out.
Lunch, scanning, Duck, then whisking G off to an appetizing happy hour dinner on a deck by the bay at sunset. We shared three much like tapas plates of calamari, potstickers on clear rice noodles, and crusted brie/salad/toast each with their unique sauce. They actually offer a menu that includes non-alcoholic drinks, and I enjoyed the fresh ginger and crushed mint/lime dink that went well with the supper.
While we ate, we delighted in this stolen hour talking and watching the sunset glow against the cityscape.
The car carrier Oriental Phoenix heading out of the bay while we ate.