Sunday 08/17/2025
Usual Sunday morning activities. About 7:30 my mind was oppressed with a flock of little things that needed doing — “nickerty shit” as John Snow used to call it. I wrote out a to-do list and proceeded to slaughter that sucker in about 40 minutes. Later I put together a combined list of all the things Joanne and I have bought tickets for, so we could check that our calendars matched. Between two theaters (Bus Barn and the Pear) and concerts at Stanford and elsewhere, we have things planned out 10 months ahead.
One we haven’t planned is the Boogie Woogie Festival in November, which I’ve attended several years running. Just don’t feel motivated to do that this time. Despite the fact that last November, that was about the first real “date” I had with Joanne. Barely knew her then.
About 11 she texted, proposing a walk to Trader Joe’s which we did after lunch. We had been debating whether, and where, to buy new floor mats for Fred, whose front floor mats are worn out. I’d found a source for custom floor mats online, but she very practically said, you know, there’s a Subaru dealer in Redwood City, why don’t we check with them? Oh. Duh. Of course. We walk and talk about such serious matters, and dish on our neighbors.
Later I visited Pam in skilled nursing. I also spent time fiddling around with the iPad and the ForScore app. Finally this evening I hit the option to “reset all settings”. And suddenly it began behaving correctly.
Codgerville 