Staggeringly gorgeous weather. This is one of the best times of the year in Phoenix…and most times of the year are exceptionally good. 😀
Thinking about…
* My father retiring.
He figured he had it made: their little house paid off plus enough in savings to carry him and my mother through the rest of their lives, even after they paid for my college education.
Heh…he didn’t understand about the vagaries of the stock market.
Poor man! He about had a coronary when the market crashed. As far as I could tell, he didn’t understand that if he just held steady, eventually the market would rally and all would be well. And yea verily, that did happen…but not until after he’d expended a great deal of adrenaline. And lost quite the pile of cash.
* The Mayo Clinic and how much I’m coming to distrust it.
They do a blood test on me; then come back to me (and the highly vulnerable son) squalling EEEK EEEK!! You have diabetes! EEEK!!!!!
No, I don’t. Been here, done this…let’s do it again…
Now I present myself to another doctor. “Will you please check me for diabetes? It’s in the family.”
JAB! STAB!! Test test test…
“No. You don’t have diabetes. You have prediabetes, which may possibly some day evolve into diabetes. Or not. This is why you should have annual physicals and they should indeed include testing for diabetes. But so far, you’re not very close to Death’s door.”
Uh huh. Same wind I’ve heard blow before.
* The beloved Young Dr. Kildare
Awww, poor babe. He’s fled the profession again. Come to find out, he’s no longer at the practice where I found him most recently, just up the road in suburban Sunnyslope. They ain’t a-tellin’ about where he’s gone.
My guess is, it’s far, far from the practice of medicine, and pretty damn far from Phoenix, too.
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Time passes a bit
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It’s only 6:00 p.m., but my! What a beautiful — even glorious — evening.
A beautiful and gracious dusk elides into darkness, the room-temperature night air holding steady through the hours.
Arizona: what a place!