Earlier today I heard that they were going to come change my water meter to a "smart" one between 12-4. I wanted to keep the walk short because Pat doesn't deal with repair people well. She doesn't trust any of them. (She watches too much news.)
I need to go for blood work before my doctor's appointment on Saturday. I'm prepared to fail it all. I'm eating like shit. Anyway, the vampire is at 5th and Broad in the old Bethlehem Floors building. I'm not going to use a favor to go. I've used a lot of them for Sharon and Pat, and will need more for the fall academic year. Sharon's appointments in October are enough to make you go bonkers. So I decided to take the bus. But I have no idea how the busses run anymore. Or even what the numbers are. I'm used to the old system of letters. ("The G bus goes to Grammies".)
Therefore for today's walk I decided to walk down to Broadway, take a pic of the numbers and then look up a schedule online. Then go finish my walk. That, at least, was the plan.
I arrived at the bus stop at 1:05. I pulled out my phone to take a pic and noticed that I had a text message sent at 12:57. Like Pavlov's dog, I looked. It was the water meter company. The tech -- there was a pic -- is on his way. Shit. I turned around and headed toward home. I turned on to Fiot Street and called Pat. The tech is on his way. He's wearing a grey t-shirt, has a small beard. Let him in. I'm on my way home.
It's the first time I walked quickly since all this medical crap began. And it was uphill. Thankfully it was only about four blocks. He didn't arrive until 1:25.
Pat asked if I was going to go back out. I said no. I lost my mojo.
The new water meter. I haven't gone in the basement to see what is there.
Miles/Steps: 1/4 mile. Seriously.
Weather: mid-70s, partly cloudy
Money found: 6 cents
8/8 update: The water meter in the basement. They replaced brass with a shit piece of plastic. Someone call Saturday Night Live. There's a cone-head missing.
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