The Cardio Offense (or maybe Defense)

Ellis Hospital just announced that 22 cardiologists are leaving St. Peter's to join Ellis Hospital practice. Rather heartbreaking, when you think about it. 

Blue PiePlate

 

M. had delivered a freshly baked apple pie several days ago. The empty dish, washed, was on the counter. ready for return. Last night, while I was on the computer, Dave appeared, holding the plate and a dish towel, remarking how intricate the design of the plate was, and how  many levels needed special cleaning. He seemed absorbed by it, and wanted to talk about it. I, busy with something else, just said that it needed to be returned, along with another blue dish, and added that the plate had once been Dorothy's. 

  So we're in the car, setting off to  return the dishes. Dave is not in the mood to talk, and I regret not having responded much to his previous comments. The road is long and winding, and snow has  fallen, so of course I am a little concerned about the driving conditions. The route is familiar, but seems rather treacherous, and at one point Dave chooses a longer way around rather than the more familiar direct route. I ask him why, but he nonchalantly dismisses the question. We continue, in the oncoming darkness and snowfall. We both realize now that we are returning the plate to Dorothy. It seems we are never going to get there. And we don't. 

Submerged Reality

David was here and said he was going to take a walk down to the old place and see how things were going. He was happy and looked fit, wearing a bright  geometric plaid  print shirt. He had just left when Juliet said she and her friend wanted to join them on the walk. I noted she was wearing white shorts and knew she would be visible on the roadside. So the two little girls started out to catch up with David. As they ran off from here, I could see the white shorts were obscured by the foliage, but was confident they would quickly join David and be safe. A short time later, David arrived back home. He was smiling as he told me  Juliet was going to take Michael Madigan and one of his friends on a tour of the village. The humor was in her, as a newcomer, wanting to show Michael around his old stomping grounds. But he had evidently agreed. My only concern was how Juliet and her friend would get back here since it would soon be getting  dark. I wasn't worried, figuring Michael wouldn't let them walk home in the dark. ****It must have been what we call a dream, unless it was a scene from an alternate version of life. Maybe at some point, we get to choose.

Flounce

Diminished Expectations.

 The hope of summer accomplishments has been largely eviscerated:

New dishwasher---one disherwasher, paid for and delivered, but stalled in the driveway

New flooring in kitchen and (former) playroom---Nah, just don't trip.

Driveway paving---didn't happen

Replacement of 15-year-old roof--reduced to installation  of  rain and snow diverter

Window World call to repair kitchen window----didn't happen yet, but maybe

Clear home of unneeded, unwanted items----gone are about 2 dozen baskets and some florists vases

Organize accumulated paperwork----bonfire still pending

Schedule neglected medical visits---new toothbrush and cleaned  eyeglasses

Establish and stick to healthy diet---Yasso Yogurt and Snickers

BUT, successfully replaced the toner cartridge in printer and renewed auto registration.

Take it to heart...

 The Cardiology War continues: Ellis sued St. Peter's; St. Peter's sued Ellis. That non-compete clause is at the center of the conflict. Seems like Schenectady is on the raw end of the deal, with potential loss of life in E.R. due to lack of cardiolgy access at Ellis. Could it be St. Peter's is more concerned with finances than with fatalities...

Gross But Graphic

 Of late, this expression from ages ago is haunting my memory.  As a response to opinion or disagreement:  "Go sh*t in your hat and punch it."