I sit here at my favourite place. The Mercury on Octavia. I have ordered the Weekend Special which is taking some time to prepare,. The owner told me, I said ok.
I am surrounded by young women who are dressed in sporting gear. I asked them if they were runners and they said yes. I told then why they should not be, it is scientific, they did not listen. But as all of my faithful readers know, I have developed a new philosophy.
Me: They are not my problem.
Alter Ego: You are right! And besides it makes you even more attractive to young men.
Me: I guess at some point I am going to have to give that up.
Alter Ego: Soon I hope (for him)
Me: Good point. Patience not being one of my virtues.
Alter Ego: But another proposal?
Me: Yes. But then we had a fight. I always fight with him.
Alter Ego: Yes
Me: But I always win. It is because no one has ever fought with him before. Due to money and privilege.
Alter Ego: Watch out!
Me: Do not worry! I will not be controlled by a man and will not live that way.
Being most sassy today because yesterday everything went PERFECTLY. I went to dreaded Marin because nothing was working out on the phone but in person everything comes together for me. Will get my knee replacement surgery appointment on Monday or Tuesday. That will provide me with a great sense of security. . I will arrange to get a caretaker , hopefully the wonderful Nepalese woman I had before.
It is now the next morning because I met an interesting man at the Mercury and we chatted and the blog was forgotten. He is retired as well, was a librarian. He lives nearby and we exchanged dat and said we would meet again for coffee. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bus is an expression that comes to mind. Of course the proverb had to be Googled: This proverb, like many others, warns against taking risks. It suggests that you should keep what you have and not risk losing it by going after more. The allusion may be to falconry where a bird in the hand (the falcon) was a valuable asset and certainly worth more than two in the bush (the prey).This proverbial saying is first found in English in John Capgrave’s The Life of St Katharine of Alexandria, 1450:It is more sekyr [certain] a byrd in your fest, Than to haue three in the sky a‐boue.”John Heywood’s 1546 glossary A dialogue conteinyng the nomber in effect of all the prouerbes in the englishe tongue also includes a variant of the proverb:
Better one byrde in hande than ten in the wood.”
How strange the falconry is mentioned in the definition. I guess one needs to decide what they are looking for, aiming for. If it is companionship then someone close by with free time would make more sense, be the bird in the hand.
The Marin trip also proved most fruitful as I purchased a book case which will be delivered on Thursday. I will have some place to put my books which are presently in a cardboard box on the kitchen floor. Also the purchase of fitted sheets. The apartment is equipped with everything but the sheets are not fitted and it is a total drag when making the bed. So this is feeling more and more like home. No travel plans in the offing. There are man things to explore in the City. The men in the jacuzzi at the YMCA on Thursday were taking about a restaurant in Brisbane called the Seven Mile Stop that had been around for ages, was a stage coach stop in those days before cars. I must go there – before the knee replacement surgery.
Then another wonderful surprise in Marin. There was Cindy with her son. Cindy and I worked together at the Civic Centre and I so liked her and she me. She lives in Sausalito but getting there is very easy – either by Personal Driver or there is a Sausalito Ferry.
No more blog for today. I am going to water aerobics at nine, then coming home to hang pictures – Personal Driver is gearing to become Personal Handyman. Then maybe see if Cindy is free, or maybe Todd is free. Play it by ear as they say.
I woke up very depressed but things are looking up.