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wombat_socho) wrote2024-06-14 11:59 pm
wombat_socho) wrote2024-06-14 11:59 pm
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A month before the convention
My weight is still on the wrong side of 390, since I ate a bunch of stuff I shouldn't have while I was down in Las Vegas getting an EKG and an X-ray on Tuesday. I stayed at Santa Fe Station, since it was right up the road from the clinic, and it was kinda nice - as I commented to the desk guy, for a deposit of $150/night, it better be. The Food Court contributed to my weight gain since I ate at Panda Express and the custard place instead of eating something more reasonable, not that a couple of stops at Dunkin helped.
Tuesday afternoon after my appointment, I picked up a couple of Route 44 Sprite Zeroes at the Sonic on Rancho, got some generic Claritin D at the Sam's Club of Tropical, went through the nearby CFA drive through for a couple of Hate Chikuns and some diet lemonade, and then hauled ass for home. I stopped in Amargosa Springs for a bathroom break and a couple more bottles of Sprite Zero, and much to my surprise drank both of them before I got home...where I stopped briefly to drop off the nose hose and the backpack before heading over to the convention center to cast my vote.
Wednesday morning I got up early for a phone appointment with the VA social worker, who confirmed my suspicion that Medicare Part B was an expensive scam. Therefore, when I got my new Medicare card from the post office (along with issue #3 of Pigman and some Novolin R) I stuffed it in an envelope with a brief note telling them I didn't want Part B, and I will throw that in the mail tomorrow.
Thursday I mostly stayed inside playing video games, but Friday I got up, made breakfast, and went down to the Post Office to collect all my mail. One item was a return of the note I sent Ed Ylst, who is apparently not at PO Box 60 any more. So I guess I'll have to call Esmeralda County on Monday, find out who's been paying the property taxes on Coaldale, and see if those people still want to sell the place. Friday evening, I beat the Orioles two games out of three, with hard-luck Pat Dobson taking the loss in Game 1 while Jim Kaat and Joe Coleman notched their sixth and eleventh wins respectively despite the hitters not hitting much. This brings us up to 37-42, 12.5 games out of first but apparently within striking distance of a wild card slot. Next up we're taking on 43-36 Pittsburgh, who has some nasty hitters but whose pitching doesn't look that impressive. I guess we'll see.
We got a couple more memberships by PayPal and in the mail, but also heard that Holly, Oscar, and their kids won't be with us this year. This sucks. I hope a lot of people either send in their payments tomorrow or show up at the door, otherwise things are going to be interesting. No point in worrying about it...except that I need to talk to the local insurance agent about an event insurance policy.
Tuesday afternoon after my appointment, I picked up a couple of Route 44 Sprite Zeroes at the Sonic on Rancho, got some generic Claritin D at the Sam's Club of Tropical, went through the nearby CFA drive through for a couple of Hate Chikuns and some diet lemonade, and then hauled ass for home. I stopped in Amargosa Springs for a bathroom break and a couple more bottles of Sprite Zero, and much to my surprise drank both of them before I got home...where I stopped briefly to drop off the nose hose and the backpack before heading over to the convention center to cast my vote.
Wednesday morning I got up early for a phone appointment with the VA social worker, who confirmed my suspicion that Medicare Part B was an expensive scam. Therefore, when I got my new Medicare card from the post office (along with issue #3 of Pigman and some Novolin R) I stuffed it in an envelope with a brief note telling them I didn't want Part B, and I will throw that in the mail tomorrow.
Thursday I mostly stayed inside playing video games, but Friday I got up, made breakfast, and went down to the Post Office to collect all my mail. One item was a return of the note I sent Ed Ylst, who is apparently not at PO Box 60 any more. So I guess I'll have to call Esmeralda County on Monday, find out who's been paying the property taxes on Coaldale, and see if those people still want to sell the place. Friday evening, I beat the Orioles two games out of three, with hard-luck Pat Dobson taking the loss in Game 1 while Jim Kaat and Joe Coleman notched their sixth and eleventh wins respectively despite the hitters not hitting much. This brings us up to 37-42, 12.5 games out of first but apparently within striking distance of a wild card slot. Next up we're taking on 43-36 Pittsburgh, who has some nasty hitters but whose pitching doesn't look that impressive. I guess we'll see.
We got a couple more memberships by PayPal and in the mail, but also heard that Holly, Oscar, and their kids won't be with us this year. This sucks. I hope a lot of people either send in their payments tomorrow or show up at the door, otherwise things are going to be interesting. No point in worrying about it...except that I need to talk to the local insurance agent about an event insurance policy.