Wednesday 07/12/2023
I planned the whole morning around an appointment with my cardiologist at 11am. This has been in my calendar for weeks and weeks. Somehow, when PAMF notified me of the date they had assigned for my annual visit, I thought it was Wednesday. So a little after 9 I headed out on foot for the Town & Country shopping center where I had a nice coffee, then at 10:30 walked across the parking lot to the medical building and checked in.
The nice receptionist seemed to be having a problem finding my appointment. Then she said, “Your appointment is for tomorrow.” Yup, I had put an appointment for 7/13 into my calendar on 7/12, all those weeks ago. And when I did the online check-in they wanted it had escaped my notice that the appointment date was 7/13, or didn’t notice that the 13th was not Wednesday. So, nice walk, no doctor. Tomorrow I will get to repeat the same drill I guess.
Later I followed up on an A/V puzzle. The Activity Room is a classroom sized space on the 2nd floor, used for exercise classes and meetings of all sorts. It has a big TV with ZoomRoom, and a sound system, and a lectern with a microphone. But some users would like to have a second mic, one they could hand around, for some meetings. In a closet there is a cart full of discarded audio equipment. In it I found a wireless mic and receiver with a label on a piece of tape, “Not Working”. I took it and cleaned it up and thought I had a major win when it appeared to be working. I connected it to a speaker and I swear that for two seconds, it was putting out sound. Then it cut off, and the little LED that says “RF OK” meaning the mic was synced with the receiver, went out and never came back. I took it apart and looked for a loose connection but no, there was no visible problem. It had a brief fling at working then died permanently. I gave it to the IT guys to recycle.
We had our monthly 6th floor meeting and dinner. Nothing exciting except, it appears that there is finally a taker for the room across the hall from me, which has been vacant over a year. A John McKuen (sp?) who Carolyn says seems very nice.
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