As noted on Tuesday's entry, I had no internet in the morning. I had slept until 7:00, didn't have breakfast until almost 9:00 and wanted to leave for my lunch date with Diane by 11:00. I packed her present in my cart, along with my keep-cold thing for my IPA, and walked to Telephone to get the 11 bus. I just made it and wouldn't you know, Diane was on it, too, and we got to Urbane Café early, where we both had the salmon bowl (actually, it think their take on salmon is uninspired). I treated for her birthday which was actually on October third, but she was in Vegas then with her two sisters.
Naturally, we talked and talked. I was so interested in hearing, and so pleased for her, that she will attend a CMT conference this Saturday in Marina Del Ray. Diane, ever the optimist, is going to approach some of the doctors there to offer herself as a kind of advocate/educator. I hope she gets some interested responses. We sat and talked for several hours, as ever, then she bused home on the 11 and I took the 6, then the 10 home.
While waiting for the bus, I called SCAN' Transportation to be picked up and taken to my audiologist appointment today. However, I found I was 32 minutes late in calling--it has to be within 24 hours--so annoying and I hadn't known that before, but the hell with it, it's easy enough for me take the bus.
When I approached my front door, I went to take my keys out of my purse and found I didn't have them. I certainly had them on my way out in the morning, so much have somehow dropped them on my way to Telephone. I went to the office and they were able to make me a new set (one for the door, one for my mailbox) in a half-hour, so it wasn't a disaster, anyway, just another annoyance.
Lorraine called asking about Jim. She's going to see her friend at the same place over the weekend and I debated with myself whether to ask to go, but didn't--not sure. I got a Halloween card from the eleven-year-old in Tokyo--must obscure his face, I'm afraid, as his father won't allow it to be on the Internet:
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