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Another week has positively flown. The FCB Big Band played at Heritage Park in Farmington on Thursday night. The weather was great and I didn't mind being outside with my knitting while the band set up, played, and packed up after the gig. I looked away from my knitting at one point to take a good look at the audience. Attendance was pretty good but I was surprised to see that approximately 25% of it was staring at their cellphones. I'm no position to judge, being there with my knitting of course, but I was still a surprised at how many people were doing so.
We took Friday off. jebra went to Confluence and worked the art show. He was the contract officer for this job so he had to be there. I didn't have to go and I stayed home with the wee beasts and their grumpy older sister. She still isn't happy about having younger siblings but the amount of hissing has gone way down. All three cats are sharing one food bowl but not at the same time. I'm pretty sure all three could if they were willing but Fiona still doesn't like being that close to either one if she can avoid doing so. The kittens, on the other hand, routinely share the bowl with one another. I'm really glad we got both as they are great at playing together and I often find them curled up together when they've worn themselves out playing.
Over the weekend I did little other than sleep, crochet, and go out for a walk in the evening after the temperature went down. Oh, and finish another knit hat, this time the Zombie Killer Slouch. For a closer look at the image, click here (It will open in a new tab.) I knit this particular piece as a sample since the pattern is new to me and I wasn't sure about the sizing (I won't knit a gauge piece unless forced to do so). I'd say it youth-sized. Not child, but teenager. Anyone have one of those who would like it? I have a different yarn set aside to knit this pattern again when the urge strikes. In theory that one will be adult-sized and a very pretty blue color. The hat pattern was created by a fan of the movie Zombieland, which I haven't seen. I saw it listed on FX but my darn DVR erased it before I had a chance to see it. I don't know why my DVR occasionally deletes my programming, particularly since I know for a fact I haven't used more than 3/4 of the recording space.
Monday was supposed to be final FCB performance of the season but it started storming around 3 pm and the gig was canceled and won't be rescheduled. For us, this meant we didn't have to leave work early and I could go home and exercise as usual. Which I did, but first jebra and I went out to dinner together. We went to Charlie's Restaurant which is less than a mile from our house and serves excellent food. I ordered the Chicken Parmesan and will be having the second half of it today for lunch.
I called my mom a few days ago to see how her trip to my sister's place went. She was supposed to call me when she got home but apparently forgot. She was really out of it when we spoke. I'd woken her from a nap and she was confused to the point of needing to notice that she was in her chair, fully dressed, and had an empty breakfast bowl next to her to realize that she wasn't still in bed. This was around 1:30 in the afternoon so I was a little worried but as she continued to wake up she started to sound less confused. We spoke again a day or two later and she was much more with it then; much less struggling to find the right name for people and places. Anyway, the trip to see my sister (and the side-trip to see my brother Eriks) went really well and she reports having a great time. I'm glad she got to go and enjoyed her month off.
Yesterday I had to leave work early for a doctor's appointment. I was annoyed at how long it took them to get to me but I had a lovely conversation with two other patients about all manner of things, from where they used to work (both were retired), to cellphones, and privacy in this age of one's devices spying on their owners. I don't care that my phone tracks me; with my great ability to get lost I find it comforting to know he will be able to find me when I end up who-knows-where. The guys seemed particularly troubled by Smart TVs with cameras but as I don't have one of those, they don't bother me at all. Anyway, I was at the doctor's office for what felt like forever, particularly since all I was expecting to hear was "you're fine, come back in a year." That was not what happened, mostly because I started asking questions about the differences in CPAP machines and whether newer models are really better. The basics are the same, the machine blows pressurized air into the user; newer models are smaller and quieter (neither of which I care about) and the newer machines have wifi and report back to the insurance company about usage. I'm not thrilled with that aspect, one of my paranoias is that government is limit how much health care people with expensive medical conditions can receive. I have been fairly happy with my current machine and didn't plan on getting a new one, but when the discussion turned to the reporting the new machines do and if the doctor can use it to determine if treatment is working, I learned that the technicians at my practice have a card reader that can look at the data my machine was recording. Last time I was in they told me they'd have to mail the physical card in to the manufacturer to get that data. So this lead the technician popping out my card and taking it to another room to download the data. He printed out some reports, they were analyzed and it turns out I need a different type of machine, one varies the amount of air pressure blown into me based on how well I'm breathing at any particular point in time. With my allergies there are nights where I struggle to breathe and others where it's no trouble at all. If the new machine helps me sleep better, I'm all for it. And it turns out that the wifi thing is (supposedly) turned off after a full year of use since by that point the insurance money has been fully spent and they no longer feel compelled to spy upon the patient.
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