THOSE PESKY APPOINTMENTS in Postcards 4
- Feb. 13, 2019, 12:47 p.m.
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Teeth. 1969.
Yes, I still use a paper appointment book. I see it first thing when I get up…right there in River City. This month seems to have barely started, and the pages of the book are filled with assorted appointments.
One day we had two: Dr. Schultz for both our knees, then at 1900 we had a convention meeting. Many years ago I decided that my fuzzy brain couldn’t deal with more than one big thing a day. Now days I find that more than one excitement can too easily sneak its way into our lives.
Yesterday was two appointments again, a MRI on my knee, and G visited the new “Instant Clinic” at the doctor’s office. Today I get to go to the dentist. My new and expensive partial plate doesn’t fit right. I have two older partials that fit perfectly but are only good to look at. That really won’t do. Tomorrow, Valentines Day, we go to reopened Phil’s BBQ for dinner then to La Jolla where Joan is speaking.
There were a couple of blank days last week. Did I ever mention that I’m also, sort of taking part in “The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up.” Slowly.
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- Himself: Full of pills and nostrums and feeling better. At work.
- Myself: Need to call and make an appointment for my wayward hair. After Max’s camera being pointed at the floor, we can see the top of his head now. So cute.
- Photo: 1969: Charlie David took this in Balboa Park.
- Reading: New book and new author.
- Gratitude’s: That I can make and go to appointments.
Last updated February 13, 2019
gattaca ⋅ February 13, 2019
That could be an Ansel Adams if he did portraits instead of landscapes . 😎
MageB gattaca ⋅ February 13, 2019
Charlie was a really good photographer too. He has alzheimer's now.
woman in the moon ⋅ February 13, 2019
Such a pretty smile. A pretty watch too. I never had one with a cord bracelet. I remember them though.
In '69 I'm 23, pregnant with second son, in Cedar Rapids area, medium happy.
Long time ago.
Marg ⋅ February 13, 2019
I'm joining in! In '69 I was 11 and having loads of fun with my sister, 7 years my senior. She was about to leave for university later that year and it felt like I'd lost an arm, we were that close. Changed days now.
Adventure before Dementia ⋅ February 13, 2019 (edited February 13, 2019)
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Nice teeth (nice everything!) ....
In Feb 69 I left my country of birth on a Boeing 707 (or it might have been a Comet) heading for Fiji .....first time out of the UK!
Hillbilly Princess ⋅ February 13, 2019
💜💜💙💚
ODSago ⋅ February 13, 2019
You two are living the life, aren't you? I'm happy for you. I'm isolated but finding I like that fairly well. Those pesky doctor appointments pepper my paper appointment book, too. And I have a gripe about those darned patient portals online. I keep getting shut ou of them, and no password prior works. So I have to call for help. (I don't even need a password. I'm the only one who uses my computer.)
Ragdolls ⋅ February 14, 2019
I'll join in, too. In 1969 I was a junior in high school, experienced the loss of a close friend(a first with someone young), and had a major surgery that still affects me to this day.
Deleted user ⋅ February 16, 2019
In 69 I was 13 and so tiny and thin that everyone thought I was about ten :-) I was quite indignant about that !
Deleted user ⋅ February 16, 2019
Great picture !
NorthernSeeker ⋅ February 16, 2019
All the hustling around to appointments would make it seem like Groundhog Day and you never complain about it...in fact it's your gratitude.