The orthopod took new x-rays
on Friday. He had trouble reading the ones from the
hospital. He did not seem as filled with doom as the ER
contingent. He replaced the immobilizer with a normal
sling and told me "ice ice ice, come back in 10 days,
maybe start rehab after that". Meanwhile no using the
shoulder and no driving. I tried driving anyway later on
Friday and could not reach the turn signal without pain.
Worse than that I couldn't close the driver's side door
all the way. My right arm is too short to reach all the
way across my body and still exert enough strength to
close the door. Phooey!
Nancy came up here for the weekend
by multiple bus connections and a huge favor from Donald.
We ordered pizza from Dominos and had to give detailed
directions to the delivery guy. Boy do I wish I had
learned Spanish instead of French. What good is it to be
able to discuss Sartre, Victor Hugo, and Rabelais when
you can't tell the pizza guy how to get to your house? By
the way, Nancy pointed out to me that Melville must have
read Rabelais or that weird chapter on the color white in
Moby Dick is a total coincidence. End of
digression. Along with the pizza, we got Dominos Dots.
Utterly sinful. We ate the dots first.
The Red Sox beat the Yankees at MLB
checkers (which Kevin gave me for Xmas). Naturally I made
Nancy be the Yankees. We made up a new variant of
Scrabble in which you have to make up a story that uses
all the words on the board. You can add other words but
have to use all the Scrabble words. We had a ball and
used every word except "en". Somehow we couldn't find a
way to work type size into a story about a golem cooking
on a windy night. There's no pizza left, and we didn't
feed it to the golem.
I finished reading the St. John
last night and spent some time today rereading my
favorite parts, especially the rat part. Then I finished
Logbook for Grace.
