Tomorrow is the birthday of my older sister, Gwyneth. I'd call her up but her phone is out of service. Mail sent to her last known address gets stamped "Return to Sender". E-mails have gotten no response. So, although this has happened in the past, I worry. We have our differences but I miss her and hope she has a safe and happy birthday.
At the unit reception window, Cliff asked me whether I had an appointment. "No, I'm here for the party!", I replied. So, after getting hooked up and plugged in, the nurse spread a heated blanket on me and served nutraceutical shakes to all. As I was drifting into the arms of Morpheus, I heard a gentle snoring from the adjacent chair's direction. It was a real snooze fest.
Thursday our roommate, Joe and I went to Lexington Market to watch the last Elephant brunch before the circus retires them to a sanctuary. They seemed to enjoy the spread of fruits and vegetables on offer. Then I delivered a painting to art patron and frontman for Thee Katatonix, Adolf Kowalski. It was a good day.
I have special license plates on my Fiat, they have a wheelchair symbol on them, front and back. I had a temporary hang tag for the rear view mirror but someone broke my driver's side window and stole it. (I know-that's low, even for Baltimore.) the plates allow me free parking at all but a few metered spaces in town, plus rock star parking wherever I see the blue sign at the set aside spaces. A lot of drivers with neither the hang tag nor permanent plates park in these spots and now I take deep umbrage with otherwise able bodies taking "my" spot. I hope they get the hefty fines advertised on the signs. The other day I found a parking receipt tucked under my car's wiper. Someone was concerned that I would get a ticket and ponied up a couple of quarters to save me the grief, they thought. While it doesn't restore all my faith in humanity, it does give me the warm and fuzzies. Isn't that nice?
I was leaving chemo camp and walking down the gentle incline in the hospital's front lawn when the phrase "grassy knoll" came to mind. Then immediately the JFK assassination popped into my thoughts. A hill will never be the same, not in my life.