Shayna’s not feeling well; go and give her a virtual Valentines Day present. It’s fun. Didn’t do a Boston Legal recap because all three stories were so timely and all had to do with a Constitutional issue or potential one.
Left my boots in the hall outside my apartment yesterday, and, without thinking, put shoes on. My dentist’s office is normally a 35-40 minute walk depending if walk down Central Park South or through the park itself. Took two hours today as the rare buses were packed, I couldn’t risk walking to the subway, going downtown to Times Square and transferring to the R or N back up to the East Side. It was icy; I forgot I wasn’t wearing snow boots. I quickly remembered. Fortunately i learned to fall and not hurt myself many years ago when I took ice skating lessons.
On-duty cabs, the few that were empty, wouldn’t stop. I was livid. To sound totally politically incorrect I’m the perfect fare. Cab drivers always stop for me; but not today. They weren’t stopping for anybody so I didn’t personalize it, but they shouldn’t have had their yellow lights on.
Finally one stopped. The ride took an hour fifteen minutes. The dental assistant was understanding when I called. The cab driver was interesting.
The appointment was painful. I heal quickly which is good, but I also have scar tissue from too much dental work. My dentist is an artist, scholar and scientist who made me very happy when he told me that I can fly so I shall soon, somewhere without Internet connections, maybe.
Didn’t have my digital camera because of the disc stuck in the printer problem. The dentist’s office overlooks Central Park. It’s two blocks from my old apartment and I always feel a pang of homesickness for the neighborhood I was too young to appreciate. Went straight from student neighborhoods to the most luxe zip code in the country, though not a luxe apartment. Luxe bones, but ancient fixtures.
The cab driver was Russian. He had a weird picture that looked similar to the Madonna and Child but was grotesque. I began talking about the amazing job Bloomberg did. He looked angry and told me that it was a job any mayor should do. Then he took a book from the empty seat next to him, and told me the book was his bible. It was Mein Kampf.
What does one say to that? This was a new cab; he had control of the locks. I smiled and said something totally stupid.
When I was getting out of the cab I told him what part of Belarus my family came from over a hundred years ago. Only Jews came then from there. He looked pained. This time I really smiled.
Took me hours to warm up. Searched my house for Advil because there was no way I was going out again today. Found five, took three.
It wasn’t really a normal day. Will be featured on BIO on Thursday and will work on the post tomorrow because I’m useless today.