In the category of "Everybody's a Critic", The Socialist complained to me over dinner today that I keep leaving things out of my diary. The implication was that I do it on purpose. Latest case in point was the Hose Aneurism Accident over the weekend. I honestly just forgot to write about it, but since this was apparently an important event in his life I now belatedly chronicle the events as I remember them.
It started late last week when The Socialist observed that his beloved hose was apparently bulging in two separate places, and he was worried about how much longer it would hold together. We discussed various options of shoring up the weak spots, including what I thought was a pretty good idea of simply wrapping the suspicious areas in duct tape (duct tape is the universal band-aid for all inanimate objects, as a certain driver of the Duct-tapemobile can attest to).
Friday afternoon (Independence Day) The Socialist decided that the time was ideal to wash the car. Again. I lathered up in my Bullfrog 36 sunblock, Blistix 35 sunblock lip balm, and wide-brimmed hat to sit in the shade and watch. Yeah, I know, but my amusements are limited in the apartment at the moment. I went outside while The Socialist went upstairs to turn on the shower (if that doesn't make any sense, give a quick glance at March 20, 2003's entry, and all will be explained). He came out the door shortly after I did, and as I was getting ready to settle into my nice plastic lawn chair I asked him, "So where are these fabled aneurisms in the hose, anyhow?"
Half a second later the hose exploded at our feet. It's the first time I've run since the surgery. The Socialist ran back upstairs and shut off the shower. And we made a run to the local do-it-yourself mega-mart, arguing all the way as to whether or not it would be open on the Fourth of July (I won, by the way; it was open). And we purchased a new heavy duty hose to replace the one that ruptured on such a timely basis.
Today's visit to have blood drawn was relatively uneventful, save that they didn't have me in the system as coming in for some reason. That's the second time it happened, and I suspect I know what the problem is, though not how to fix it. There's a new guy at the desk making appointments, and while he's good at getting the doctor part of it in the system, I think he keeps forgetting about the bloodwork part. I should hear tomorrow how I'm doing. Keep your fingers crossed that they'll reduce the Prograf again, so I stop shaking like a chihuahua on uppers.
There's a great new and used CD and DVD store just down the street from me. I am incapable of simply going in to browse at this place. Indeed, I have yet to escape with less than $50 damage to my Visa card. Tonight I got it in my head that I had to stop by this store, mostly because The Socialist had gone to it earlier which reminded me of the place's existence. I found a gorgeous used box set of Babylon 5's first season for just over half-price of the new set. So far as I'm concerned, a used CD/DVD is every bit as good as a new CD/DVD. And Babylon 5 is arguably the single best science fiction show ever to grace the airwaves. How could I resist? I couldn't resist. I didn't resist. Babylon 5 first season is now mine all mine. I'll do some shopping around for a used second season while I watch the first. There is joy in my heart.
Just to make sure I spent over fifty dollars, a used copy of "Television's Greatest Hits" also jumped into my hands. I used to have a copy of this on vinyl, but the ex got custody of that and about fifty other really cool hard-to-find albums. Most of those I never expect to see again, but I've got my sixties and seventies television themes back!
There are gems on this CD I'd forgotten were there. Recall me mentioning Fireball XL-5 in my last entry? The theme is there. And I still remember the lyrics after f*cough*y years. And the Captain Kangaroo theme is there! Branded, F-Troop, Lost in Space (although they used the second year theme, and the first year theme was infinitely better), Secret Agent Man, Mannix, Patty Duke Show ... they're all there!!!!!! I am wallowing in media-nostalgia tonight. Pity the Socialist, as I'm going to make him listen to all my favorites when he gets home from the gym. I'm willing to bet he's only ever heard of a handful of these songs. I'll be genuinely shocked if he knows Magilla Gorilla, Dobie Gillis, or The Rifleman.
OMG ... The Man from U.N.C.L.E. theme! This is so cool.