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Cathy's at a convention for five days. Sarah and I got her to her plane and then drove around Rochester a bit (I need to see if Google Street View will show me that little place with the columns out front) and then hurried over to the pediatrician for her appointment, arriving exactly on time. After we did what we'd come for, I asked about an issue near to Sarah's heart — can she dispense of the booster seat in the car? We got an affirmative and went for it. Sarah happy.
Then we went to thrift shop row where I looked for an electric clock to replace the one I've had for about 35 years (30 of them without the glass crystal, which broke early on). It started making noises that presaged a breakdown, and I retired it against the hope it might be fixable if I don't let it go until the windings in the motor melt down. All I could find were the typical, noisy modern wall clocks with their AA battery and ticking sound. I don't mind having one upstairs or in the bathroom, but I wouldn't care to have one four feet from my chair all day. I did see some VCRs, and since the Magnavox recently went down (taking with it a lovely jog shuttle — two, counting the one on the remote — that gave me fine control in looking at cartoons frame by frame), followed shortly after by the no-name VCR that used to be in the bedroom that I brought in here to replace the Magnavox, I decided to take a chance on one of them, shelling out $10 for it.
Home again, where we learned that Cathy's flight had been cancelled. By the time we knew that, she called and said she had taken two other flights and arrived safely. We had some lunch, then Sarah went out and played a while, and then we went to the Y, where I caught up on my exercises. After that we looked for non-ticking clocks at Target, Best Buy, Staples, Sears, the Bon Ton, and Macy's. So we gave up and headed for the food court, but I saw clocks on the wall of a jewelry store, including a Seiko whose second hand sweeps silently around a rather elegant face that actually complements my glass-and-metal computer desk.
Then we finally ate. Johnny Rocket has nice strawberry malteds and chili cheese dog sliders. Sarah had an egg salad sandwich with side salad. I put a nickel in the jukebox and we ate at the counter. We headed home and tried to remold Sarah's mouth guard. No luck. We'll look for a new one.
So tomorrow it'll be Soccer first. Then we might go to the sushi event at Wegman's, first stopping off to refill the gas tank and (a special treat for Sarah) drive through a car wash if it's not rainy. I finked out on my stretches this evening (also missed my normal walk, but I think we made it up at the mall) to get the VCR set up, and it has a jog shuttle on the unit and though there's no wheel on the remote, it does have frame-by-frame control. Seems to work, and it was a pretty advanced model for its time. If it doesn't eat tapes, it's golden.
Night, all.
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Cathy's at a convention for five days. Sarah and I got her to her plane and then drove around Rochester a bit (I need to see if Google Street View will show me that little place with the columns out front) and then hurried over to the pediatrician for her appointment, arriving exactly on time. After we did what we'd come for, I asked about an issue near to Sarah's heart — can she dispense of the booster seat in the car? We got an affirmative and went for it. Sarah happy.
Then we went to thrift shop row where I looked for an electric clock to replace the one I've had for about 35 years (30 of them without the glass crystal, which broke early on). It started making noises that presaged a breakdown, and I retired it against the hope it might be fixable if I don't let it go until the windings in the motor melt down. All I could find were the typical, noisy modern wall clocks with their AA battery and ticking sound. I don't mind having one upstairs or in the bathroom, but I wouldn't care to have one four feet from my chair all day. I did see some VCRs, and since the Magnavox recently went down (taking with it a lovely jog shuttle — two, counting the one on the remote — that gave me fine control in looking at cartoons frame by frame), followed shortly after by the no-name VCR that used to be in the bedroom that I brought in here to replace the Magnavox, I decided to take a chance on one of them, shelling out $10 for it.
Home again, where we learned that Cathy's flight had been cancelled. By the time we knew that, she called and said she had taken two other flights and arrived safely. We had some lunch, then Sarah went out and played a while, and then we went to the Y, where I caught up on my exercises. After that we looked for non-ticking clocks at Target, Best Buy, Staples, Sears, the Bon Ton, and Macy's. So we gave up and headed for the food court, but I saw clocks on the wall of a jewelry store, including a Seiko whose second hand sweeps silently around a rather elegant face that actually complements my glass-and-metal computer desk.
Then we finally ate. Johnny Rocket has nice strawberry malteds and chili cheese dog sliders. Sarah had an egg salad sandwich with side salad. I put a nickel in the jukebox and we ate at the counter. We headed home and tried to remold Sarah's mouth guard. No luck. We'll look for a new one.
So tomorrow it'll be Soccer first. Then we might go to the sushi event at Wegman's, first stopping off to refill the gas tank and (a special treat for Sarah) drive through a car wash if it's not rainy. I finked out on my stretches this evening (also missed my normal walk, but I think we made it up at the mall) to get the VCR set up, and it has a jog shuttle on the unit and though there's no wheel on the remote, it does have frame-by-frame control. Seems to work, and it was a pretty advanced model for its time. If it doesn't eat tapes, it's golden.
Night, all.
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