The last two days of my life have been full of bad things happening and then good coming from it. Bad people appearing and then good ones coming on the scene to take their place. I do not talk about the bad people. Why bother? Why give them any space? Let them continue in their own misery because when one is positive kind, generous and caring people jump in Where Angels Feat to Tread? Such a strange expression, so I looked it up. Where Angels Fear to Tread (1905) is a novel by E. M. Forster. The title comes from a line in Alexander Pope’s An Essay on Criticism: “For fools rush in where angels fear to tread”.In 1991 it was made into a film by Charles Sturridge, starring Rupert Graves, Giovanni Guidelli, Helen Mirren, Helena Bonham Carter, and Judy Davis.[1] A ten-part radio adaptation of the novel was broadcast on BBC Radio 4.[2] An opera based on the novel by Mark Weiser was premiered at the Peabody Institute of Music in 1999, and received its professional premiere at Opera San Jose in 2015.[
How is that for trial? Bet you did not know that before. Not that knowing it is going to make much difference in your life. Hahahah So here are some of the things that happened to me., and I have probably forgotten some of the nasty ones. First of all my phone was stolen but then the wonderful people at the Chase bank and the iPad find my phone worked and the phone was located at Rustic Bakery in Larkspur. I was able to pick it up the next day. It was all rather funny, believe that or not.
Me: I wonder why the person who stole it left it at the bakery?
She: Probably because you kept making all that noise with Find My Phone.
Me: Good point. I will remember that from no on. Make a lot of noise when someone steals your phone.
Traffic in Marin is worse than horrible. A bridge is out and there are absolutely no routing signs and things are absolutely hopeless. But with a great deal of maneuvering thing have worked out. for the best and EVERYONE is late for appointments because of the traffic and bridge problems. I was supposed to have a stress test for my heart but realized, after getting there, that there was no way I could do it. It requires walking and running on the treadmill and I cannot possibly do that because of my knee. So whole new test has to be ordered but the administrator of the cardiac unit came and spoke to me and was very nice and it will all get worked out. Apparently the hospital needs to be reassured before they will allow the surgery. I am the most prodded, pocked person on earth these days. I have had something like four EKGs (passing them all), a MRI, a CAT Scan on my head, an ECHO on my heart. It was fantastic to watch my heart at work, pumping away.
Me: I love my heart, it was so great to see it heard at work.
He: Well that’s good, it is good to love your heart.
Me: Yes, it is best to have it on your side. Hahaha
My sense of humour pulls me through most of these circumstances. I can actually always find something to laugh at – even in the midst of adversity. It is a gift. Then everyone else laughs and all is well.
So when my phone was stolen I decided to get my Canada phone back in operation. I ended up going to T mobile and got a new telephone number. That is going to work very well because my dear friend will need a phone upon coming to Marin and taking care of me. The plan is efficient and not that expensive and makes me happy. Verizon can be such a pain sometimes – the other telephone number is easy to remember as well. The two guys in T mobile were absolutely great and we enjoyed ourselves immensely They helped me get a very interesting screen saver which will be talked about in a few days. There Is a lot to digest and I need to find the best way. Sometimes it is best to shut up and figure things out first and that is what I am doing.
It is complicated but ended up staying in Marin – it just made sense. I was eating and waiting and waiting for a cab at the doctor’s office when NAD came out of the building, and volunteered to give me a ride. I met him before at Mosely’s s and he was going there again – so I cancelled the cab and went with him. The cab company said they came and I was not there, that they called me. But that was not true, there was no call and I was there. But it all worked out – had some great food and a couple of glasses of wine and met some really neat people. Spending the night seemed better and probably cheaper than catching some unreliable cab. So I am fine and perfectly happy. I fortunately brought all of my chargers and my computer – so all is well. Almost, no charger for this computer so I must finish up quickly. . Something stupid is going on with the spacing and all – but no sense worrying.. No sense crying over spilt milk.
To cry over spilled milk is to remain upset about a past loss. When milk has been spilled, it is wasted and cannot be used. There is no reason to keep complaining over the loss. Note that either of the words spilled or spilt can be used.
So that is all for right now. The picture is of the street tacos at Moseley’s.
