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Oops...wrong poem. :^)
In any event, today's appointment in Durango was a bit earlier than the previous ones, which allowed me to get home before sunset. (Not that it really matters.) This time, instead of visiting with an RN, I got to hang with a real, honest-to-god cardiologist (and fellow fountain pen fanatic).
The upshot of the visit was yet another adjustment to my meds. In passing, the doc expressed some surprise at my condition (very good, considering what the January workups indicated); he says he'll want to repeat some tests in a month or two.
On the way home, I made the usual stops. The first was at what passes for a computer store, where I picked up a 4-port USB extender. Next was the health food store, where I got some stevia packets (they look like sugar packets) for Galina, who prefers them to the liquid drops.
I then stopped for the first time at a liquor store that had been recommended to me by Feht. I picked up a couple of bottles of Baltika beer and a bottle each of Greek retsina and a Hungarian red wine called Bull's Blood.
I went a little crazy at the Office Depot, where I picked up a replacement laser printer to replace my venerable, 10-year old Epson Action Laser 1000. I had bought a refill for the Epson last year, but the drum appears to be scratched and I'm in no mood to screw with the incompetent who sold it to me; a factory-new refill costs around $149, while the new printer ran about $225. I figure it's worth it, especially since I have some huge print jobs looming.
After picking up some groceries, I decided to call my folks in New York and chat about the Omaha Steaks "surf and turf for two" that I'd sent them. My dad answered and was glad I called, since he had been looking for my phone number for the past week.
It turns out my mom is in the hospital, although when I spoke to her earlier tonight, she said they were going to discharge her tomorrow. That's good. What's ironic about the whole situation is that just about every time I speak with her, she makes a point of grilling me for my phone number - which admittedly do seem to change with the seasons - which she proceeds to laboriously write down... somewhere where my dad is not able to retrieve the info. Go figure.
Anyway, I hope my dad celebrates my mom's homecoming with the Omaha Steaks package... it'd be fitting.
In other news, I got about half of the translation assignment done yesterday, and plan to do the other half tomorrow, so everything is on schedule.
The paper chase remains a priority, as do some bills.
Cheers...
In any event, today's appointment in Durango was a bit earlier than the previous ones, which allowed me to get home before sunset. (Not that it really matters.) This time, instead of visiting with an RN, I got to hang with a real, honest-to-god cardiologist (and fellow fountain pen fanatic).
The upshot of the visit was yet another adjustment to my meds. In passing, the doc expressed some surprise at my condition (very good, considering what the January workups indicated); he says he'll want to repeat some tests in a month or two.
On the way home, I made the usual stops. The first was at what passes for a computer store, where I picked up a 4-port USB extender. Next was the health food store, where I got some stevia packets (they look like sugar packets) for Galina, who prefers them to the liquid drops.
I then stopped for the first time at a liquor store that had been recommended to me by Feht. I picked up a couple of bottles of Baltika beer and a bottle each of Greek retsina and a Hungarian red wine called Bull's Blood.
I went a little crazy at the Office Depot, where I picked up a replacement laser printer to replace my venerable, 10-year old Epson Action Laser 1000. I had bought a refill for the Epson last year, but the drum appears to be scratched and I'm in no mood to screw with the incompetent who sold it to me; a factory-new refill costs around $149, while the new printer ran about $225. I figure it's worth it, especially since I have some huge print jobs looming.
After picking up some groceries, I decided to call my folks in New York and chat about the Omaha Steaks "surf and turf for two" that I'd sent them. My dad answered and was glad I called, since he had been looking for my phone number for the past week.
It turns out my mom is in the hospital, although when I spoke to her earlier tonight, she said they were going to discharge her tomorrow. That's good. What's ironic about the whole situation is that just about every time I speak with her, she makes a point of grilling me for my phone number - which admittedly do seem to change with the seasons - which she proceeds to laboriously write down... somewhere where my dad is not able to retrieve the info. Go figure.
Anyway, I hope my dad celebrates my mom's homecoming with the Omaha Steaks package... it'd be fitting.
In other news, I got about half of the translation assignment done yesterday, and plan to do the other half tomorrow, so everything is on schedule.
The paper chase remains a priority, as do some bills.
Cheers...
