Land-Speed Record (between 11 a.m. and 1 p.m.): Usually my blood donations take ten minutes. Sometimes they take six. Last time it never finished and we had to stop after 16. Today it took less than five.
That blood was ready to go somewhere Not Me and be useful elsewhere. Thanks, blood!
Errand Boy (from 9:30 a.m. to 10:30 a.m.): Early starts don’t usually happen for me on weekends. Today was an exception. I drove up to the Hawthorne District to buy groceries, drop off and pick up books and CDs at the library, and jog at times on this brisk morning. Early groceries meant that I’d finish any heavy lifting before getting a vein tapped, because you’re told not to over-exert the donating arm for the rest of the day. That arm’s exertion, thus, was already done. And I got to see newly remodeled parts of the Hawthorne Fred Meyer.
A Family Man Is Me (between 1 p.m. and 3:30 p.m.): After I got up from the donating chair, Mom was right outside the blood draw room waiting for me. This was not unexpected (I love it when a plan comes together). She came in and we sat briefly in the canteen; I wolfed down a quick snack and OJ and caught up with her. She’d agreed to chauffeur me post-donation, first to lunch (quite filling Lebanese at Nicholas’s, a place we’re both fond of) then to – wait for it – boot shopping. (“Shoe shopping” gives the wrong impression, I think.) Mom had told me last month, in about so many words, YOU. NEED. BOOTS. I’ll help. This trip was to get me to actually look at and try boots. I found boots. Two, because a single boot would be a little worse than useless, though maybe some places do sell them singly, maybe? We even threw in a new pair of sneakers, so that my current main pair won’t die as soon after now as they were likely to die. (Oh. I guess “shoe shopping” is appropriate. You may now picture me as Carrie Bradshaw, ’cause I can’t stop what you think. Or…which character on that show was most into shoe shopping? Someone hot, right?)
Me, Writing This (10:35 p.m.): …dude, you think odd thoughts, huh?
“Crawl, End Crawl” (7:20 to 9:10 p.m.): I finished my other treat for the day, seeing the new James Bond film Quantum of Solace at the Bagdad. Bond’s bosses somehow got hold of Star Trek TNG tech for their offices, and I for one am delighted. Odd film – maybe I’ll review it in a separate entry – but thank you, David Arnold, for fun and often surprisingly subtle music for Quantum. (And thank you, also, for not hiring Our Lady of Soundtrack Sorrow. She wouldn’t fit in a Bond film. But there was a moment at the end of that boat chase that made me think Uh oh, someone would think that’s a perfect spot for her. And Arnold, bless him, did not go there.)
…and, at the end, after all, snow (about 9:15 p.m.): Snow was falling outside the Bagdad: small flakes at caressing speed. Earlier in the day, especially outside Nicholas’s after lunch, the weather outside had felt as if it were about to say Remember that snow thing? I still know how to do it. Now we’ll see what, if any, snow remains on the ground tomorrow. But if it’s there: I and my boots will be ready.
That was Saturday, January 24th, 2009, Chris Walsh Edition. Thank you for reading about it.