I took Elly to the veterinarian today, worried about a walnut-sized lump on her neck. Dr. Juanita took a quick look at a sample on a slide and said it’s nothing that worries her, probably just a cyst. She’s going to remove it and send it to the lab Wednesday, just to make sure.
Some of the people at my Mother’s assisted living residence now have voter registration forms and absentee ballot applications. I suspect they'll get some help making sure they are filled out properly.
I wonder how my old friend Louie “The Pipe” from Hollywood, Florida, is doing. Louie got his name when, taken for a “ride” by some adversaries, he helped get his since-good-buddies out of a jam in a bar (his last request was for a drink). Louie found a lead pipe, probably discarded by the plumber, in the men’s room, and used it to help his foes fight their way out of a “little disagreement.” They were so grateful they gave him a new name to go with his new lease on life. Louie retired many years ago—from the Hollywood Police Department. (No, he was not a cop.)
The note on the kitchen calendar said, “Jesus is coming.” Didn’t want to disappoint my wife but had to tell her it was Jesus Martinez coming to put in a flowerbed. Remember the band, Question Mark and the Mysterians? Ninety-six tears? In our family of four, Mom is the only churchgoer. The other three of us are unsure. If we were a band we would be “Question Marks and the Presbyterian.”
