Tonight my landlady, the godmother of the town I live in, offered to give me a pain shot. What does this mean, rabbits? Have I found a source for the morphine tabs that were the Dude's that I pitched in the middle of the night a few days after he left because I feared I'd leave also and I wasn't really ready to go yet?
FYI I declined the shot, but this info is tucked away in my brain.
Two people brought me food today. One brought a Diet Coke and French fries and the other brought a newspaper and vegetable soup. Guess which one I was most thrilled with.
Another offered to 'bring a meeting (AA) to me' tonight. I quickly sent emails around saying that while I appreciated their kind thoughts, I didn't like private meetings. I was very clear. Do not bring me a meeting. So far, I am okay, but the meeting was threatened for 7pm and it is only 6:50pm so I am not out of the woods yet.
Pray for me, oh drunks and druggies of the universe. Pray for me, Oh Mother of overindulgers everywhere, offer my petitions to the almighty pumpkin, or whomever. amen.
PS: My friggin foot still hurts, feels same as before. Dammit.
There are two things I really want to do this week, and can't. One is to see a sculpture exhibit in San Jose. Edgar Zuniga.
http://www.nacion.com/2011-01-23/Ancora/NotasDestacadas/Ancora2628834.aspx
18 columns of wood, stone, metal, other varied materials. The kind of stuff I love, that inspires me, and that I would make myself. The columns are taller than the man, appear to be maybe ten feet and they are in the garden outside the ancient customs building. I want to see it so much I was considering taking a taxi there and back to the tune of maybe $150.00 total. Or maybe more. And that would totally blow my life of penury and conservation and living within my means.
http://www.nacion.com/2011-01-23/Ancora/NotasDestacadas/Ancora2628834.aspx
18 columns of wood, stone, metal, other varied materials. The kind of stuff I love, that inspires me, and that I would make myself. The columns are taller than the man, appear to be maybe ten feet and they are in the garden outside the ancient customs building. I want to see it so much I was considering taking a taxi there and back to the tune of maybe $150.00 total. Or maybe more. And that would totally blow my life of penury and conservation and living within my means.
The other thing is to go to Puntarenas, on the Northern Pacific coast, to see /meet Wil's nephew, who was born on the Dude's birthday, and was one year old this month. They are taking him to see the ocean for the first time. This is a big deal for Wil's family, pa, ma, brother, sister, niece, nephew, and he called alst night and asked me to come too.
Full disclosure: He was reading Tuesdays With Morrie, in Spanish, a book I gave to him, so I think I can figure out how this came about. Sounds like something I would do. But it is sincere, and I'd like to go.
Both of these things would require walking on the foot and that is forbidden for 2 weeks, so I guess won't do either.
It is 7:16pm now. I guess I am safe.
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