Friday 01/30/2026
After a day of prednizone my foot pain was mostly gone, although the swelling was not all gone. Feeling feisty, I walked to Midtown (1.8 miles) for a cinnamon roll, then took a Lyft back
Then wrote an email to my doctor about a prescription. He had recommended raising Atorvastatin from 40mg to 80mg, and I realized I had enough 40mg tabs for a couple of weeks, but that prescription was from the prior doctor. Within 2 hours I got a text from CVS saying I had a prescription for ATO to pick up. Concierge medicine is nice.
Then cracked open the online tax workbook from the tax preparers. I couldn’t make a lot of progress in it because there are so many 1099-whatevers still to come. But a start.
A couple weeks ago I looked at the padded stool I sit on at my desk. I bought it new when I moved here in 2019, and I noticed I had put a bit of wear on it. Actually what got my attention was finding black snowflakes of vinyl on the floor.
So I asked on CHBB for upholstery recommendations and got two. I dithered for a while but today said, pick one, dude, and I picked Morales in Redwood City. Tossed the stool in the back of Fred and off. A nice young lady showed me a black vinyl fabric that looked better than what was on it, she gave me a quote, and said maybe they could have it done by tomorrow.
At 4pm we had a much-anticipated meeting to announce new parking policies. I had been slightly worried that I would lose my garage parking slot, since I don’t technically own a car. But no. Nobody is getting kicked out of the garage. All the changes are in the surface lot at the front of the building. Quite a few people, over 40 cars, park there, taking any available space, no charge. That’s how Joanne kept Fred until recently. And we’re still used to coming in and parking in the lot whenever we plan to go out again soon. But not after March. They are going to repaint and re-sign the lot, and assign personal slots. And the charge will be $85/month for such a slot. No more free ad-hoc parking.
There will be other changes, but they don’t affect Fred. Staff thinks that some of our Webster street neighbors use our lot. Now, if a person paying for a slot comes home to find a strange car in it, they will tell the desk and the strange car will be towed. In effect, making residents into parking monitors. Clever. Also it seems there have been instances of cars in the garage that were not being driven, semi-abandoned by owners who didn’t really drive but kept them “so when my son comes to visit he won’t have to rent a car” etc. No more of that; if a car isn’t moved in 30 days the owner will be contacted and told to get it out of the garage. All quite sensible.So long as we can keep stall #32, it’s ok.
So tonight I had tickets for The Yaga Play at the Bus Barn. Since Joanne is out of town, I invited Patty to join me. Patty is an old-timer here, she mentioned on the way back that in a couple of months she’ll have lived 20 years at CH. Anyway, the play was excellent, really well done. The lead, Joan, is CEO of a company that runs a chain of yoga studios. At the beginning she and her aides plan a major campaign to sell a new line of yoga pants. Then a BBC reporter does an exposé on child labor in their Bangladesh factory. How to counter the bad press? Obviously they need authenticity, and set out to recruit a guru to represent them. The guru, an absolutely brilliant acting job by Chris Mahle, who has been in several other plays at the Bus Barn and the Pear, turns out to be the very opposite of authentic, and hijinks ensue. Lovely job of staging and production and wonderful acting by all 5 cast members.
Codgerville 