Thursday

My goofy neighbor (not in the same building, luckily) called at 7:00 am to complain about plumbing and other topics of no interest to me at all. She wants to take me out for lunch--hey, I'll let her, as I think I deserve it after tolerating her nonsense.

Got picked up via the SCAN benefit, but was furious when the Uber guy told me he had been instructed to wait at the wrong place--the gate on Woodland Avenue! Over and over, I've called, emailed, and texted the SCAN person in charge and still she's sending them to the wrong place!

Anyway, he got here and took me to Primary Medical. It was about 12:30 when I got there, which meant I had ot wait because they close for lunch. Why they don't stagger lunches is beyond me. Anyway, the P.A. saw me and yes, my nose things look like basal cell, so I'll get a referral. She's new there and I hadn't seen her before, but she was so nice I'm going to send a note of appreciation about her. We started chatting, I asked if she was a native Californian--yes, indeed, right from the area. When she asked me the same, I answered with my little joke: "I was born in a different country." "Oh, which one?" "New Jersey." This is a good ice breaker and people get a kick out of it. She then told me she was going to New York shortly because her boyfriend was running in the NY marathon. That opened up an interesting discussion when I told her my daughter and son-in-law had run that and many others. It was fun. 

What wasn't so amusing was the fact that this was set up in the waiting room:

I realize medicine has more and more become simply a money-making enterprise, like supermarkets and shoe stores, but I was disgusted with this. Oh, well, I already knew Primary Medicine is a private company,, I just think this commercialism puts them over the top.

I had packed my lunch, so took the 6 bus directly to town after my appointment and ate at my usual place across from the mission. Just as I finished, niece Carolyn called me and we had a good chat. We'll going to set a time to go see Betty during the coming week and that will be good. We also talked about the possibility of attending the Byrne gathering in Florida in December--that's intriguing. Strolled around town for a while--it was very quiet--and bought two pairs of jeans. 

Home at 5:00 and, since I hadn't had lunch until 3:00, I wasn't hungry yet, so spent an hour making cabbage fritters. This isn't simple, as a head of cabbage has to be shredded, then combined with dry and wet ingredients and fried in olive oil. However, I now have a good supply of yummy fritters in the freezer and will enjoy them tonight and for the next month or so.

While I was preparing them, the doorbell rang and two monsters--one a dragon, the other some kind of hairy thing, came to the door. I don't buy candy for the kiddies, instead when I stopped at the bank the othr day, I got a lot of ones and I gave them each one. They were really excited--these are about 7-year-olds, so I was glad I had. Later, an adorable little girl came and I gave her the same and she said thank you very politely. 

I got a call from the social worker at Victoria Care, telling me that Jim's bed/floor sores were seen by a "wound specialist" (I didn't know the existed) and are healing nicely. Must get over to see him one of these days.

Today, after T.O.P.S., I'm determined to spend cleaning the hard floors and other household chores--I've neglected them long enough.