Cheryl

It was windy this morning and normally I might walk on by when my buddy fishermen are out tending their poles. Today I had to ask the East Indian how he could fish in this wind. Oh I just got here. I wasn't going to fish; the wind calmed down - but now it blows. The Romanian came over. He wasn't fishing. He had a story to tell and was impatient to tell it. The other day he was fishing and hooked a big one. He fought it and there came a crowd around to watch. He landed it and took the hook out. He said it was a ten pound catfish which is big. The fish was laying on the ground when a tall man with black beard, about forty years old, came running up yelling in Arabic, something no one could understand. He pushed the Romanian half in the water. He grabbed the fish and threw it into the lake. He freed the fish and yelling - ran away. Someone called the cops and they did an investigation but doubt the perpetrator was found. The Romanian said he had to go to the chiropractor for three days. But he is alright. He loved telling the story. "Crazy - crazy people", he said.

Anna came down from Oregon. Brought her new dog; what a sweety, about two years old. Probably a Shepherd/Doberman mix. Very well behaved, intelligent and sensitive and very loving. Anna had a good time. I always enjoy her visits; more entertainment than I get the rest of the year. She brings me treats. We talk a lot of psychology.

Cliff was over. He is concerned about my health. Thinks I should do Tai Chi. Gives me a little hand waving energy transfer. I say I can't do Tai Chi. My girl friend Sophia learned Tai Chi. In fact she went to Tai Chi boot-camp someplace in Kansas for a couple of weeks. Up at four or five in the morning, Tai Chi all day like the army. I have a theory about it all anyway. Tai Chi is fixed exercise always the same. It puts the body through the same routine every time. which is to enable the proper Chi flow. I have my own system I told him. I walk four miles a day three times a week. I walk off the concrete, in the dirt, mud, grass, whatever. My theory is everyday my body is different, has different areas of pain, needs a different form of exercise. The ground is very uneven and produces various different body movements by negotiating it, which is regulated by the path I pick. The idea is that I use a partly conscious, partly unconscious mechanism for choosing the paths I take, and thus the various body movements required in accordance.

Got my eyes checked out. Nothing serious. Dry eyes need drops for life - eeeegad; so see how that goes. Some slight cataract. Left eye is far-sighted, right eye is near-sighted. The two balance each other out. That was fun all that contraption for eyelight. Saw the dietician. Course I had to flirt with her, really good looking and really intelligent. She said I really did lose fifteen pounds over the last couple of years. She thinks my diet is fine, all I need is fat. I said I am almost seventy and never been ill, so I should know something about diet. She agreed, the first time any doctor has given me any credit. We had a great conversation and I gave her a lot of information. One of the few that could instantly pick up the import of things I said. I told her she was a genius. Of course she demurred. We are taught that it is vanity and elitist to think we are smarter than others. She is going to send some canned vitamin drink to help me put on weight. "That is going to interfere with my whole system, so I am going to have to experiment with it", I told her. She agreed.

Went to get a chest X-ray and checked in. I said how many packs of cigarettes does one X-ray equal? No one knew. I asked the X-ray technician sitting behind his X-ray proof wall and glass window. He said that he didn't know, but that one X-ray was equal to one day in the sun. Maybe I can figure something from there, if was serious.

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