No good deed goes unpunished.
Or something like that. I called Ned to whine about being
bored and to arrange a ride to the orthopedist for
tomorrow. The transmission fell out of his van! No van
'til Tuesday. This is some weird karmic joke.
Surely.
Meanwhile, the orthopedist's office
staff expects me somehow to get my x-rays from the
hospital and bring them with me tomorrow. They do not
seem to have the concept of sending a messenger. They are
entirely unsympathetic when I try to explain that I am
physically unable to fetch the x-rays. They are genuinely
puzzled how anybody coming to an orthopedist's office
might be disabled. Only healthy people go to doctors, I
guess. Later, Ned shows up with a rental car and we go
pick up those x-rays after all. My big outing for the
day.
And it looks like the flood mi
familia loca predicted for within 7 days of my
birthday is scheduled to start tomorrow afternoon just in
time for Pedro to take the mound in the home opener. Both
Nancy and Ned assure me that Grady Little will not let
Pedro pitch in the cold rain on a wet mound with the
northeast wind roaring. Got to protect the
franchise.
On the phone, my mother reminds me
that shoulder
injuries are also
associated with my birthday. The night before my Dad died
I was having a birthday party at my house when La Madre
suddenly fell down while standing in the kitchen talking
to Rita and Charlie. She broke her shoulder. Her hand/arm
swelled up so much they had to cut her wedding ring off
at the hospital. She had never had it off her hand
the entire time she was married to my Dad. The next
morning I drove over to her house to bring her a piece of
the birthday cake and see how the shoulder was. When I
got there, the hospital called to say he was dead. So, we
have associations with snow, 100 year floods, shoulder
injuries, death, and Pedro Martinez. Hmm... Should I add
transmission failure to the list?
