lunch was kinda cool

So today, I was having lunch at a place tied for the greatest restaurant ever, and lunch was very cool. (I'm like Norm @ Cheers there, just need to order "the usual.") Very cool indeed. I ate at the bar (rain was forecasted), and the two guys to my right were very interesting indeed. Two spots down was a sailor, so I found someone who would get the saying I had in the hospitals: "Yeah, I'm strongly heeling to starboard." And then, the fellow directly to my right was a software developer too, in Gvegas, at a company I'D HEARD OF, and HE was in a car wreck too. Wonders haven't ceased. Now they have. Oh, nope, still going.

So after Firefox download day, it took DAYS of adding old bookmarks back in. The reason is simple: it's just that I edited userchrome.css to move the buttons around in Firefox 2. Anybody else here? Anybody else?

I was wrong. This week DOES get better

Okay, so I thought getting my own F.S. was pretty cool. It still is. However, I thought it would be the crescendo of the week... I was so wrong. ("You have many things yet to learn, young grasshopper.")

Tonight I met (1st time from my side, 2nd for her) ... A MEMBER OF MY AMBULANCE CREW!!! (I'll meet the other later) I mean, owning a new (well, to me) Flying Scot sailboat is one thing, warmly shaking the hand and looking in the eye one of the two people WHO SAVED YOUR LIFE just makes that look petty, takes all it's fun toys away, makes fun of how pitiful it looks, beats it up twice just to make sure, and then kicks it until it has a 90% chance of kicking IT. (sound familiar?) Sarah, THANK YOU for being a deliverer of MY 10%!!!

#4893

So yesterday, I met the only neighbors we'll ever have. Pretty cool.

So today, my BEST WEEK EVER came to a crescendo (tomorrow's going to be very cool, but lost that race). You know, it's simple, going into a five week coma and coming out of it makes it very clear what matters in life. Through that process, you get a clew as to what's important (technically, two clews). This morning, Harry Carpenter HIMSELF delivered MY new sailboat, Flying Scot #4893. (SEE if Google can make the connection between Mr. Carpenter & Scots) They're so massively stable (that's why we chose them, that and the fact that I've crewed mostly on this kind of sailboat for two years), we had two folks stand on the edge of the side, hold onto the sidestays, and lean wayyyy out. And it STILL wouldn't capsize. ("tip over" as the lubbers say) And a bud also with F.S. of his own (that I've crewed for before) helped me out massively in the learning curve process. Spencer went out for a 15 min. sail with us, and was EXTREMELY helpful in sharing all the things he's learned from boat ownership of the exact same type. This is a public THANK YOU, Spencer. You know, if this looking death square in the face experience has taught me anything, life's TOO SHORT not to own a Flying Scot.

And then, to put this over the edge for the BEST DAY OF MY LIFE, we got home and a large Cafepress(.com) box was sitting on our doorstep. Now I haven't finished making shirts (of my own designs) in all possible colors, etc, but I have at least one of each in MY size shirt, and that's what I ordered to get me rolling. (The stores will be, or are, on the upper-right of this page.) You know, when the time came to order them, I had to find out what size shirt I wore... large. I was like "LARGE?!?! Why don't they just call me fat? APPARENTLY, lying on your back asleep in hospitals for five weeks make you put on a few pounds. WHOEVER would've guessed that?" Then I looked at all the shirts I owned before the wreck... ummm yeah, never mind.

The week of ME

So, I hate to be a me-monster, but this week is going to be VERY COOL for me. (Check back here on Wed. & Thurs. nights)
Today/tonight we went for a pontoon boat ride with our new neighbors, the only neighbors we're ever gonna have! We met them very briefly before they moved in, and they just now, after a week or so, are starting to dig their way out of box-land. And guess what??? THEY WERE COMPUTER PROGRAMMERS TOO!!! (of course, it WAS in Cobol and Fortran, but what can I say besides "What? I'm staying in a RETIREMENT community.")

Speech therapy's wall

From Dad: "Why does Kenny G play the saxophone every day? Because otherwise it would be constipated."

So in speech therapy today, I saw a sign on the wall of my speech therapist's office: "Attention S.T. gals, (velum roundup gang): stuff words things et cetera et cetera". That's because -I- call them that. APPARENTLY, the "velum" is the back part of your tongue, and she was having me do all these exercises for it: raise it, relax it, tie a bowtie with it... so I've made the wall with my words... new goal: get my face up there somehow. Oh wait, not on "Missing" or "Wanted"... hmmm forget I said anything.

My memory is BACK!

My memory is BACK! (except for living with HER) I went to Gvegas's "Downtown Alive" tonight, and part of main street was closed down for the live (loud) music, food vendors, et al, but through the large crowd I spied a guy that I THOUGHT I recognized, and told my pains "Hold on, I'm gonna check something." So I walked over and asked the guy, "Pardon me, do you know B------ K--------?" He goes, "Well, I hope so, 'cause that's me!" Well, that is just AMAZING! This guy was on my freshman hall IN COLLEGE! That's ELEVEN YEARS AGO! I mean, even normal folks without my memory issues would maybe not recognize THAT!

Poker? What's that!?!

From Dad: "Why does Kenny G play the saxophone every day?"

O. M. G.
So I useda have a regular weekly poker group, and we specialized in Texas Hold 'em. So tonight, I was happy to see the poker group for the community I'm TEMPORARILY staying in met at 7:00pm and Dad and I went. O. M. G. Dealer's choice of which game. So we played:
1) 7 card stud, 3s and 9s wild.
2) 5 card draw, the card immediately following a face-up queen is wild. (don't ask)
3) A crosswords-like game, where if you get a four face-up, you get an extra card.
Oh, and you can bet ANYTHING you want, as long as it's between 9 and 11 cents. EXCEPT unless the person immediately before you bets ten cents, then you need to open with two dimes. Oh, and dimes aren't worth 10 cents here, they're worth an imaginary number of cents that only the person three to the left of the dealer knows.
When it got back to my deal, since it was dealer's choice, I was going to play this (but forgot): "Okay, the way this complex game works is... wait for it... one card each. Oh, and it's up. Oh, and there's 42 rounds of betting (bluffers beware). And whatever card you have is wild, but ONLY on the third Tuesday of the month, but ONLY if 7:42pm follows 8:42pm THAT DAY ONLY. I'll assume if, during the betting rounds, any snoring is to be taken as a "call." I was going to say good luck, but since I'm no longer sure if luck has anything to do with it... everybody, good."
That all WOULD be humorous if I was joking. But, somehow, in my recovery, I learned what a joke IS, and at 7 pm tonight I was there.
O. M. G.

Facebook.com

What's the difference between a golfer and a sky diver? One goes whack, damn. The other goes damn, whack.

I am in such good spirits because through Facebook.com, I found out that a guy a maybe kinda knew about 10 years ago is keeping other folks updated on my progress. Holy cow!!! Talk about WIDE support networks!

And then a musician wandered along the beach, but no one needed him at that time.