Saturday 07/05/2025
On my calendar at 9am it said, Fred Up. That meant I needed to bring the Forester up from the Lee Garage so Joanne could drive it. She isn’t yet confident about getting it in and out of the underground garage. At 1pm I bumped in to her coming in the front door. She had ditched the walker for a pair of walking sticks, and been out with Fred to run some errands, and she’d gotten him washed and filled up with gas, too. So I put him back in the garage.
I spent several hours doing the OCR scan of Joyce’s autobiography. Then later I started printing out pictures of striped cathedrals for the next hall exhibit. But the printer, which otherwise works extremely well, was smearing ink. That doesn’t matter so much if I’m printing out some casual memo or something, but when it smears ink when printing an 11×17 inch photo it’s not good. For one thing I am running low on 11×17 photo paper and that shit’s expensive. The cure is to get inside the printer with paper towels and alcohol and to clean up under where the print head parks, where it gets a yucky build-up of ink. I was being very careful wearing vinyl gloves and all, and yet somehow I managed to drop a daub of ink on my carpet.
Which brought me to 5:30 and time to depart for a concert. This was one of Palo Alto’s free summer concerts, in a park about a mile away. I bought a burrito from a food truck and listened to the Sun Kings, a Beatles tribute band, as they ran through about 25 Beatles hits in an hour and a quarter. I don’t have a light folding chair I could take to one of these, so I was standing up the whole time, leaning on a tree. They were still playing when I left to walk home.
Codgerville 