Herself: The doc said I was in great shape all the while burning off a couple of spots and referring me to a Podiatrist for my feet and back to the finger guy for my finger. I do the bloodwork when we get back as they forgot to mention that I had to be fasting. My BP was marvelous even after a pot of coffee. I spent a bit of the afternoon dusting then it was dinner by the bay.
Oooooooo: The “Service Engine Soon” light came on as I started home from the doc’s. I emailed G, he said it wasn’t really important. When he came home he told me all about it while pulling off the gas cap, turning around the “O” ring, putting the gas cap back on, climbing in and pumping the gas three times to “reset the codes on older GM products,” and sure enough it was fixed. Temporarily. We need a new gas cap. At a dealer, that would have cost $100.00 bucks.
Food: Green beans, half a chicken salad sandwich, dinner out? Salad.
Jazz fit me well when I was younger. Sometimes monotonously I would play one side repeated until even today the notes of much of the music are remembered deep within me. I’d paint for hours to Stan Getz or Cal Tadjer as the music filled the rooms and melded with the long pulls on the constant cigarettes, with the dry gentleness of the wine and the urgency of the drugs.
Somehow I let go of music, perhaps when my years of beyond loud music contributed to my tintinitus and I could no longer hear it. I’ll be trying with these smooth notes on our trip. Hoping that a background of jazz will move the world by the car windows a little faster.