Meanwhile, I had yet another pre-surgery meeting today, had an EKG and have to go to the lab tomorrow to have my nose swabbed. I still have another appointment, to meet the surgeon. And then it's the surgery. And then all the rehab.
This is Debbie's grandson, taking the requisite picture of toddler behind the wheel of a fire truck.
Otherwise, all of my pro football teams lost today, like all of my college teams lost yesterday (with the exception of my residual half-fandom of Stanford). Also, the Portland Thorns, our women's soccer club lost the championship yesterday.
Meanwhile, nothing much happened over here. It rained today. All the Oregon teams lost today. Nancy from down the street took Izzy with her own dog on a long walk, which was great because when Izzy goes on long walks she sleeps. She's sleeping now.
Meanwhile, we went to Kaiser so that Joan could get her glasses. She had to hand in her current glasses so that Kaiser's optic lab could measure the size of the lenses so that they could make lenses from her new prescription and put them in her own glasses.
Izzy had a rough day. The cleaning lady was over and worked on the house from about one to five and, of course, Izzy was incredibly bothered by her being there. She lived through it so I gave her a good belly rub this evening.
But where are you? Are you still fighting an infection in the hospital, or are you back to your place? Maybe you could drop me an email.
Oh, the Niners won last Sunday. They're an interesting team. Some parts look great, other parts not so great. But it looks to be a fun season. I don't think they're Super Bowl grade but they'll be competitive.
That's the top of Kinsley's head and Robin's shoes in the picture. Apparently Robin took her over to her high school.
Nothing much going on here today. It was a beautiful day. Joan went down to the pool to work out with her friends. Izzy and I took our walks. That's pretty much it.
Tuesday was National Cheeseburger Day, so for lunch I walked over to the food carts, there's a burger and hot dog stand there among all the different foreign food carts. There's a Golden Triangle with food from the Laos, Vietnam, that corner of the world. There's a Thai cart that's done so well there that they are going to open a restaurant at the airport. There's a Mexican cart, a Chinese cart, a Vietnamese cart, a Guamese cart, a Tibetan food cart, a breakfast cart, another American food cart, there's a cart that makes wraps (American food in flour tortillas), and last but not least, a barbeque cart. I've only eaten there twice, a brisket sandwich once, and a rack of ribs which lasted us a few meals. Between the carts and home are the Laurelwood, the pub across the street from us, and Sheridan's (aka the 52nd Street Bar). The Laurelwood has pub food, nothing really great but they brew lots of different beers and ales. Good ones. Unfortunately, now that I've given up beer it doesn't have the same allure. Sheridan's actually makes some good nachos, and since it's a sports bar it's got lots of TVs. But, again, it's hard to sit in a bar for three and a half hours and not consume some alcohol, so except for a couple of times five or six years ago I haven't been in the place.
There are more places up the block, but I'll cover those things later.
Joan's daughter, the EMT, got herself a dog today. Joan went along. He's a cutie. Very rambunctious and very friendly. At the pound she looked at other dogs who weren't particularly interested, but Cooper walked right up and crawled into her lap and cuddled. He'll be a handful starting out. But a real sweetie.
Not a terribly interesting day besides me getting the second birthday card from Judy. But it was my birthday. Great big steaks. Before that we picked up Oliver at his school. He was excited because he learned how to make a paper airplane. Oh, and the place was a mess, traffic-wise. Most of one side of the block was taken up by construction. The traffic was a mess there. We were sitting in stuck traffic and a woman on a three-wheeler bike rode right in front of us. We turned the corner and a Fed Ex truck was double-parked in front of the school. Bad timing. In any case, while Joan circled the block I secured O and we came back here, watched a little TV and then he got out some toys he has here and played on the floor. Right after his Mommy picked him up the steaks were grilling. I'm sixty-eight. Hard to believe.
I am going to try to send you a couple of O pictures, via your email.