Heat in Postcards 4

The lines look a little like a hula skirt waving in the wind.

Moving on to the next item in my annual physical stuff. Last week shoulder and hand. Yesterday eyes. Today hand surgeon. I’ve heard nothing about the mammogram, but I know I am plugged into the system.

Didn’t we used to go to one doctor and have everything taken care of at once?

• Himself: Grumpy and sick yesterday….”Zero to asshole in five seconds,” he says. At work. Enjoying Ken Burn’s the “Roosevelt’s” in the evenings.


• Herself: Really pretty good. I won’t get lost getting out of the doc’s office if I use the GPS. Now there’s a confession. Dinner: Chicken salad with half a muffin. “Roosevelt’s” this evening.


• Reading: Perhaps the heat has taken me away from both Kent and the Mitford books. Instead, I find I am really enjoying reading Sheib’s, “White House Chef.” What a gem.


• Balance: Staying cool. It was 82 at the pool this morning, and I am heading down into the valley now. G has the AC on.

Last updated September 16, 2014