1. Debbie sent news and a photograph from New York that jolted me with joy. The photograph was of Debbie, Misty, Adrienne, and Sally. They look smashing, happy to be together and, if I may project, happy to be in New York City. The news Debbie relayed was that the production of Wicked was over the top, awesome, magnificent, whatever highly positive word you might want to use! Misty said that seeing the show was one of the five best moments of her life.
2.So, Debbie, Misty, Adrienne, and Sally got to go to Manhattan and see live theater -- I haven't heard if Adrienne and Sally enjoyed the play Art --, but you know what they didn't get to do?
Go to The Lounge.
I did.
I almost slept through our plan to meet at three o'clock, but luckily I pulled myself out of an unplanned coma nap right at three o'clock and blasted uptown and joined Ed at the bar.
Abby and Kate were also there. I very much enjoyed yakkin' with them and Ed and with Cas.
As Ed was getting ready to go pick up some dinner for Nancy and him, Harley and Candy strolled in.
On Monday, Harley had had -- I hope I get the name of this procedure right -- reverse shoulder replacement surgery on Monday.
Harley had all good news about the surgery (aside from having to spend Monday night in the hospital instead of going home as planned. Oxygen levels.)
He is upright, not in any great pain, and looks great.
We talked a bit about the dire possibilities for pain the medical pros warned him this surgery can have.
But, so far, Harley has not experienced this agony and is grateful.
Debbie and I have talked frequently about how much easier my post-transplant recovery turned out to be in contrast to the warnings the pros gave us about what I (and we) might experience.
I'll mention one.
We were all but certain I'd have to stay in Spokane in a motel/hotel for a week or more after the surgery.
But I didn't.
Without hesitation, when I was released from the hospital after three nights, the pros at Sacred Heart agreed that I could go home as long as I didn't have any problems riding in the car to come back to Spokane for frequent blood work and clinic appointments.
I didn't.
No problems at all.
I was fortunate and prevailed over the worst-case scenario possibilities and it looks like Harley is prevailing as well.
3. The Dodgers won the World Series tonight and so I lost the modest wager I made last week at the Spokane Tribe Casino's Caesar's sports book.
Losing this bet made me think of the character in Steely Dan's song "Deacon Blues".
He muses that out in the big world "they got a name for the winners in the world" and, knowing he's not a winner, he further reflects, "I want a name when I lose".
Immediately, a winner's name comes to his mind: "They call Alabama the Crimson Tide".
Crimson Tide triggers a loser's name in his mind and he says:
"Call me Deacon Blues."
So, for the moment at least, I'm going to borrow this name since I lost.
It'll wear off soon, but for now:
Call me Deacon Blues.
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