If the roosters crowed at 4:30 am, I didn’t hear it. I only got up close to 8 am. I didn’t put on a sweatshirt this morning, but I did put on a T-shirt over a sleeveless shirt. I was planning to take off the T if it got too hot. Good thing I didn’t. When I got home and peeled off the top shirt, the sleeveless was stuck right to the T.
I fed Elsa before we started the walk because it was already late. I completed my 6,000 steps. The moment I got home, I finally picked up the Ziploc bag Yvette had dropped off three days ago with the money for me from the bank and looked for my driver’s license. Ah! It was there. Then I threw Elsa over my shoulder, grabbed my car key, and headed for my car. Was the car still going to work after sitting for all this time? Yep! No problem. I drove up the hill on Kukuna, the route I had been using before I experienced challenging changes in my left foot. I wanted to check the progress of a house that was under construction.
The last time I walked passed it, they were still moving dirt and rocks from one spot to another to level the ground. While I was walking alternate route #2, I saw several cement trucks pass. I assumed they were heading for that lot to pour the foundation. Indeed, the foundation had been laid. The land movers were there with their large equipment still moving land from one spot to another.
At home, I played FreeCell until it was time to shower and get ready for my appointment with Sandor, my optometrist. When I arrived, the parking lot was empty. I wonder if Meaali’inani, Sandor’s wife and partner in the busines, was even there. She was, as was one of their assistants. The assistant took pictures of my retina, and then I met with Meaali’inani for the evaluation of my condition. The good news is that my optical nerves are in A1 condition, not just for my age but for any age. The bad news was that the macular pucker was larger. Meaali’inani again expressed concern about the delay in treating the problem.
She proposed asking a colleague of hers who is not associated with Kaiser if he would do a stop-gap measure. Apparently, there is an injection that can be administered. She contacted me later in the day to tell me that he thought my pucker was severe enough to require surgery. I won’t be able to even get an appointment for an evaluation with the optical surgeon until June. I mean, I won’t be able to speak to someone about making that appointment until June 1. Who knows when I will be able to see the ophthalmic surgeon? Who knows when surgery will be scheduled? Who knows if he hasn’t been hit with the virus? Is he even alive? So many questions, so few answers.
Someone had sent time a video from YouTube. He said he didn’t know if it was valid. When I went to check it, YouTube had deleted it. I was able to find out what it was about. It said that Facuci’s lab, not Facuci himself, was working with the Chinese to find a vaccine. I thought great. It took me several hours to realize that this was meant as a condemnation of Fauci and his lab.
Where I saw cooperation, others see collusion. What is the difference? Intent, I would say. I think it would be great if everyone was working together to develop a vaccine for the virus. That would be cooperation. Collusion means someone is working to corner the market for their own profit. That frame of mind is just too sad for me to consider. When I learned what the tobacco industry knew about the effect of the product was and hid the information, it made me sad. Evil makes me sad. It breaks my heart. I learned that there is no evidence to support what was reported in the video. It was a purely malicious rumor. Very upsetting.
When I got home, I was going to spray the backyard with vinegar using my new two-gallon spray mechanism. As I approached the house, it started to rain. By the time I pulled into the driveway, it was pouring. As I sat in the car waiting, it started raining harder. Then it rained harder. It wasn’t the worst it could be, but it was bad. I sat for a while and decided to run for the door. I was damp, but not soaked. Gardening was out. I took a nap. I seem to be set for two and a half-hour naps. I got home around one and woke up around 4:30. Wait, that was 3:30 hours. A long nap for today.
The rain had stopped in time for my before-dinner walk with Elsa. When I picked up the mail, it contained my monthly financial statement. I’ve lost some money, but I’m certainly not at zero. The question is going to be what is going to happen to my entitlement payments from social security and the retirement benefits from the schools I worked for.
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