Wow -- what a day! Probably I shouldn't even go public with this post -- keep it just strictly in house. Oh well, what the heck. Not every day can be a meditative revelation at Walden's Pond.
The morning walk with Superdawg was into the teeth of a cold gale (45 mph winds). There wasn't much joy in that walk for either one of us, to tell the truth.
Next it was time to take the Missus to her doctor's appointment. Bottom line: We waited two hours for her to get to talk to her doctor about 5 minutes.
Then it was to the pharmacy to have four prescriptions filled on a new plan we had to buy when my retiree plan expired as a result of a corporate takeover. It has been more than a little scary -- reworking both the medical and prescription plans; however, this part of the transition actually went well. The network pharmacy is located inside Kroger's grocery store, and, even better, just a few steps from a Starbucks. So actually this may work out just dandy. Tall lattes are the best medicine anyway.
We thought we could expedite dinner by having Chinese takeout. The General Tso's chicken was decent, but the other items were not. Ugh!
The highlight of the day, when I finally got a chance to prop up my legs on the patio, was the appearance of a solitary Orchard Oriole, a very pretty guy with chestnut under-trim. It hopped around in the fading sunlight gathering seed that had fallen to the ground. Seemingly oblivious to my presence, Mr Oriole came within a few feet of me, departing only when Superdawg came running up.
Tomorrow I go to the hospital for a three-hour pre-operative workup -- diagnostic tests, labwork, the whole shebang. I am hopeful of still being able to walk and experience the blessings of Nature afterwards.
(Photo courtesy Cornell Lab of Ornithology, "All About Birds")
© Robert G. Holland 2013
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