How’s your Junteenth thus far?
This would’ve been better left as a Texas holiday, since all that is being celebrated is the last remnants of slaves being freed well after all the others were. Meh. Yet another reason to take a holiday. My only memory of it is when I got a job managing local techs here and all the Mexicans would bust the black guys balls about it. Wait, wut? You guys didn’t know you were freed? Hahaha!
Quite frankly I forgot about it, not realizing I had the day off until the afternoon. Hell, I felt guilty about running errands after a doctor appointment. One I wish I skipped.
I started the day screaming at blue hairs wobbling in their cars in the parking garage at roughly the same speed as Joey IceCreamCone shuffles. Nearly all of them are at that magic age where they probably shouldn’t be driving, but are still ambulatory. There simply is no reason when you are turning from a one-way street to the street where the parking entrance is to sit there, gape jawed, with not one car around. I’m stuck behind a dude having a Biden freeze up moment.
If you’ve been there once, you know there is no parking whatsoever on the lower decks, none. Go up. Level 3 has spots. There’s a elevator. They have valet parking. GO UP FFS! GO UP! TURN! WTFISWRONGWITHYOU! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH!
I should download the dashcam video. It probably is a hoot. Fifteen minutes of screaming and epic profanity.
It took longer to park than it took to drive there. Nearly twice the time.
So I get up to the appointment. “Huh…your blood pressure is kind of high…”
No kidding. It’s your parking garage. The nurse told me it was like that because the geezers all liked late morning appointments. Well. Now I know.
Sure enough, when I left the lower levels had cleared out.
They altered my BP meds because since I lost weight, sometimes when I stand my BP drops and I go light headed. I’d check and it would be 95/60. Way too low. So now, it’s running higher than they’d like. I told the good doctor that I was under a bit of stress and that when I finished biking this afternoon, it would be down. And so it was. Whatever. I’ll play ball for awhile.
But everywhere I went today was painful. Slack jaws, shuffling feet, driving without one clue that there are others on the road. Not a clue that there might be someone behind them in the aisle. Sure. Take your time. I have all day after all. Hell, I’m off for Junteemf don’tcha know.
It occurred to me that it was probably like a weekend. But it’s been a minute since I’ve been here on a weekend. I don’t usually return until later Sunday night.
Hoof…
Can’t wait to move.
Moving to the Girl’s town will do two things; first, get my lily Irish ass to small town Texas, where I wanted to be in the first place, and two; see if what we have is durable. I’ve known her for nearly nine months and the crazy has yet to manifest. She appears to be as she seems, one of the kindest, least selfish/self centered people I’ve ever met.
Next appointment, I’ll take the hotrod bike and simply go around the fools and park in the painted on medians on the first floor.
Inspected By Pat 