Other than the dog walk, I never left the house yesterday. I woke once more to low blood oxygen, and that set the tone for a day of listlessness. Same thing this morning. I hate feeling this way, and I’m hopeful my pulmonary doctor visit today will put me back on the road to normalcy.
We had already made plans for a rooftop gathering with the neighbors, and we spent the afternoon preparing for the arrival of our guests. My part in that endeavor was making a batch of chili con carne, some cornbread muffins, and brownies. The gals made kebabs and pancit. The fun began shortly before 5 p.m. and continued on until the beer ran out around 11:00. Yes, you read that right–I stayed up well past my normal bedtime. We were all a little drunk at the end, but it was a good time.
I sang my usual standards, Words by the Bee Gees, Patsy Cline’s Crazy, and Marty Robbin’s country-western classic El Paso. What can I say, I’m a 1960s kinda guy.
It turned out to be a good time. We will be reconvening on Friday at neighbor Martin’s house. We all agreed that getting together here on our street was more fun than hanging out in the bars. Easier to get home, too!
Today’s Quora Q&A:
Q: If you have retired from your career, are you glad you retired or are you miserable and feel like you don’t have anything to do?
A: Not miserable, no regrets. When it is time, it is time. Didn’t want to be one of those guys who die at their desk. You just let go of the old life and start a new one. Now, I do whatever I want whenever I want. If I’m bored, that’s my fault.
A couple of Star Trek memes I liked enough to share:
I’ll share the news from the doctor’s visit here tomorrow. I am hoping for some positive options; I’ve been getting worse, not better.
Marty Robbin’s country-western classic
The apostrophe monster rears its ugly head! Assuming his name is “Marty Robbins,” you have two choices, depending on your authoritative source:
1. Marty Robbins’ (arguably the majority choice for names ending in “s”)
2. Marty Robbins’s (my own choice)
Either way, the first “s” in Robbins” is part of his name, so if you write “Robbin’s,” then his surname must be “Robbin.”
Chili and the rest of the food looks good. I would have politely declined any invitation to sing because I can’t stand karaoke, but otherwise, the evening looks to have been a good time.
Good luck with the pulmonary specialists.
I wrote:
Either way, the first “s” in Robbins” is part of his name, so if you write “Robbin’s,” then his surname must be “Robbin.”
I forgot the open quote on that first mention of “Robbins,” so I hereby call myself out for castigation. Right:
…the first “s” in “Robbins” is…
Kev, yep, I did it again. Honestly, it is as much being sloppy as it is ignorance. I’ll try and do better.
I’m not a big karaoke fan, especially in large public gatherings. It is more tolerable among a small group of friends. That’s why I always liked the norebang concept in Korea. Probably only half of us actually sang, and we didn’t have the volume turned up to “distort” like you usually hear in these parts. So, even if you chose not to sing, you could still converse with the person beside you.
I’ve got some new meds to try. We’ll see what happens.
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I always liked the norebang concept in Korea.
Me too. Always had a good time at them. (The alcohol involved may have had something to do with also. LOL)
Looks like you have definitely found your new favorite bar.
Yep, it’s my kind of place!