I'm back from Long Beach, CA, having manned an exhibit booth at a trade show. It was my second trade show in a week. It's very, very hard on the feet and knees, having to stand all day. Last week's trip to New York and the trudging around in search of my computer and camera did my feet no good. I don't recall whether I mentioned before that I sprained my ankle a week ago Saturday, on the 14th. Trudging about on a bum ankle did it no good and apparently had an impact on my other foot and both knees (says the doctor) because of the shift in how I held myself and my weight to protect the ankle. My left ankle swelled to enormous size while I was in Long Beach and my 3 middle toes turned very dark red, almost black. This worried me, so I asked my wife to arrange for a doctor's appointment upon my return, which she did. A brief visit with the doctor and an X-ray revealed nothing broken...he suspects the swelling of both feet and the swollen knees will disappear within a week. If not, he invited me to return to get blood work to rule out systemic problems.
The bastard cabbie returned my computer, but not my camera. He now claims he never saw the camera and that he did not say anything about a camera when I spoke to him last week. My guess is that he figures that computer theft is a felony due to the value, but a digital camera isn't and that I probably won't pursue him. He's wrong on the latter point. I'm going to go back to the New York police department about him and will invite the NYC Taxi Licensing Commission to revoke his license; he broke their rules, there is no question about it. I'm not going to devote a great deal of time to this bastard, just enough to try to teach him a lesson. And when I return to NYC in October for another meeting, I'm going to do my best to pay him a visit.
I am not in the mood to work this week, but I must. The weekend will be devoted to cleaning the house and getting the dust out of the carpet.
I hope to be in the mood to write more this week...not this mundane stuff, but something interesting and thought-provoking.
One of my sisters has returned from what she describes as a wonderful trip to Egypt and I assume that my brother who has been vacationing in Mexico is back home by now, or nearly so.
I'm beat. I think a stiff drink will be just the ticket. It's after 6:00 pm, so it's OK now...and then, I watch '24' on television, my favorite series. After that, I may sit under a powerful light so I can read one of several books I have been collecting--waiting on new glasses, time, and a high-powered lamp to enable my decrepit eyes to see.
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That damned cabbie contrasts strongly with a Guadalajara cabbie in whose vehicle I left a new mac portable, my satchel containing money and four airline tickets, and other vluable stuff (a Mont Blac pen, a watch). This was on a trip to Mexico with my sister and daughter and her fiance over ten years ago. My wife had been prematurely called back to Anchorage because our son-in-law had been badly burned in a stupid fireworks accident while we were in Oaxaca. I stayed with family to try to rescue what was left of the holiday. We had a two day stopover in Guadalajara. The first day we engaged a cab to show us the town. The driver was a law student - he and I conversed in my poor Spanish on the areas we visited - factories, poor barrios, rich enclaves, and the stately homes of the industrialists. We discussed pollution and other externalities not paid for by those who gained wealth through industrialization and investment.
After the trip, when I noticed what I had left in the cab I called the cab company but got no comfort- I had jotted down the cabbie's name, but it was in the missing folio. We retired to the hotel dining room for supper and as we were finishing the meal I looked up and saw the cabbie walking in with a big smile on his face. He had everything and refused any reward.
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