The telephone pole snapped in two and smashed square onto the top of Bruce's PT Cruiser. He totaled the car but he walked away miraculously. Couple bruises on his arm.
It was the other guy's fault according to the cops. It also cut off power to a large swath of Fallbrook, we didn't get it back until two o'clock that night.
Bruce sent me this picture the other day before the accident. Rainbow must have brought him good luck. So glad he is okay.
I had a cystoscopy today, a three month post cancer surgery screening. I am not sure why I have been nervous about this one but I honestly have.
Leslie offered to drive me down to Mercy Hospital where my urologist practices. The news would either be good or bad, my life now built in ninety day increments.
The reader did a story on it a few weeks ago and raved about the place.
You see, not only is it a bustling fish market, they have a local rock star sushi chef, Joey Maldonado, working four days a week, Wednesday through Saturday, from ten to two.
|Grouper was beautiful|
I didn't want to hex my day and celebrate too soon, like calling a perfect game in the eighth inning and inviting disaster.
But we went and had him make us a feast anyway, screw it.
And he did.
Leslie and I drove to Balboa Park and had a picnic off Upas amongst the street people, I had a blanket in the back of the car. We went for it.