Saturday, February 16, 2013

This and that and other stuff

My gym in Dansville is also a physical therapy business. Thursday, as I'm leaving the locker room and making my way to the workout section and the treadmills, one of the physical therapy assistants comments as I walk by wearing an ARMY tee-shirt, "I expect to see you doing a lot of push ups wearing that Tee shirt."  I replied, " you haven't been watching these past weeks have you?"  When I challenged her to a push-up contest, she declined; even after offering to let her do knees down female push-ups.


I'm interviewing a patient for an emergency surgery.  She is a couple years younger than I.  In the course of the interview she mentions having been a nurse's aide some years ago and seeing patients with the same condition she is currently being operated on for.  I asked her when that was. She said it was in the early seventies.  I asked her if she ever met a male nurse by such and such a name.  She said, in surprise, that yes, she'd worked with said nurse back then.  Said nurse and I graduated from nursing school together: File under, small world.


We decide to go out for dinner.  We dress up; you know coat and tie etc..  When the hostess seats us, lo and behold we are seated next to friends of long standing and the ensuing dinner was accompanied by meaningful and lively conversation.  When it's time to leave, a young man and his date stop my wife and I, as we walk by their table, to compliment us on being dressed up for dinner and how distinguished we look and decrying the fact that he and too many people today fail take the time to dress for dinner.  We've discussed the same trend in the past between ourselves and for just that reason, decided to dress for dinner.  It was nice of the young man to stop us and make that comment. 


The new car drives comfortably and I'm still learning all the bells and whistles.  Oh, didn't I tell you that I bought a new car?  Well the Trailblazer developed this quirky little trait of shutting off, for no foreseeable reason, while driving seventy miles an hour down the 90 (NYS Throughway).  The mechanics could not reliably pin-point the problem or even recreate the event that had occurred while I was driving it on 6 separate occasions.  So I bought a Chevy Traverse.  So far it's a delight to drive.

That's it for the moment.....  Stay tuned I'll be back in a few days, or months or perhaps by next year.


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