I couldn’t have coffee or breakfast
on Friday morning because I had an appointment at 9:15 for my annual check-up
and I needed to fast for twelve hours before going for the blood work and
giving the urine sample to the lab down the street afterwards. I’d been feeling
kind of groggy during song practice and while working out the chords to a new
song and so I took a shower before getting ready to go. That really freshened
me up and put me in a good mood while riding to Bathurst and Bloor.
The
waiting room was empty of patients when I got there and the receptionist still
hadn’t logged on yet. She told me that Dr. Shechtman had an emergency and had
to cancel all of his appointments. She said they’d tried to call me but I
hadn’t answered. I saw later that they’d called two days before. The next
earliest appointment they could give me was the following Friday 11:15. That
will mean I'll have to fast for an extra two hours.
I
went home and had breakfast.
That
afternoon I was just getting up from a siesta when there was a knock on my
door. It was my upstairs neighbour David. He gave me a container of chicken
alfredo pasta and the sauce was leaking out of the container so he’d wrapped it
in a newspaper to soak up the liquid. I put a plate under it and stuck it in
the fridge.
I
took a bike ride an hour and a half later. On the Bloor bike lane I was passing
a guy and the asshole tried to race me. Fortunately I was faster but when will
these people realize they are putting people’s lives in danger if they speed up
while someone is passing?
I went back out to
Birchmount and Danforth like the day before. I took Birchmount to Highview,
turned right and then took the next street north, which is Aylesworth.
Aylesworth travels in a northeasterly direction but all of its side streets cut
directly south and so each one east of another was longer until Aylesworth
ended just before Kennedy. I would have preferred to just travel on a few of
the streets and then head back but because of the weird angles I thought I might
get confused and go on some streets more than once if I didn’t finish
everything south of Aylesworth and west of Kennedy this trip. I found Haddon
Avenue and it reminded me of my friend Brian Haddon because of the name but not
because of its length, since it’s very short and he’s very long. It’s a quiet
street with a fair number of small, cottage style homes where people without
kids or with grown up and gone kids might live.
I uploaded some
video that I’d shot with my Kodak camera, but each video was flipped clockwise
by 90 degrees. I found a YouTube video that showed how to rotate videos in VLC
but I was only able to flip them for my own viewing. The instructions for
making the rotation permanent were very complicated and I tried to follow them
but wasn’t able to permanently rotate the videos. I uploaded one of them to
YouTube and then found another YouTube video explaining how to flip a YouTube
video. I followed those simpler instructions and I got a message to wait, but
it still hadn’t rotated by bedtime. The next day though my video was upright,
so maybe it just needed a restart.
I watched an
episode of the 1997 series, Mike Hammer, Private Eye. Velda calls Hammer,
giving him the impression she’s in danger in the bar downstairs from his
office. He comes into the darkened room with his gun ready and then the lights
come on and everyone yells “Surprise!” because it’s his birthday. Hammer is
presented with a giant cake, out of which pops a bikini clad entertainer who
gives him a cell phone, which rings as soon as it’s in Hammer’s hands and when
he answers it he receives a death threat. The number of the caller turns out to
be the payphone at the local police station and the caller was a dirty cop that
Hammer has been tailing. The stripper, Randi and her crime boss employer are
also involved in the plot to kill Hammer.
Randi was played
by Bobbie Brown, who was married to Jani Lane of Warrant, who she met when she
was dancing and posing as the iconic eye candy for the video of the song
“Cherry Pie”.
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