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.
I managed to escape that grocery where they take your whole pay check with just milk, sushi and the pie that I went in for. The blueberry crumb pie is devine and worth every cent of the six dollar price tag.