|Bunny rabbit in Union Cemetery this afternoon - "I see you!"|
I thought retirement was all about lolling about the house, watching TV, snacking, eating out and generally vegetating. Ah yes, that may be retirement for some but not for Busy Ron.
One thing I used to kid my Mother about after she retired was that her life in retirement seemed to rotate around a series of doctor's appointments. Well folks, be careful who you tease. Now that I am in retirement my life is also rotating around a series of doctors' appointments. This past Monday I had my annual eye exam. I came through fine, just a minor adjustment on one eye. As you can see I have an adorable eye doctor (just my type). The only downside is that I see him once a year. He said I have the beginnings of cataracts but I have "a long way to go." That's good news! So I asked him if I could take his picture for my iPhone. He wasn't quite sure but I took it anyway before he had a chance to change his mind.
|My cute eye doctor - I got lucky (for once)|
Next month I have an appointment with a new dermatologist. My regular dermatology visits are with the VAMC in Wilmington. I go every six months. My last one was in December. I had several spots removed from my face. My next appointment isn't until June. In the meantime I have a wart (of all things) that popped up on my left forehead. Thank goodness it didn't pop up on the end of my nose or else I could keep it and go out this Halloween as a witch.
As I reported before in this venue, I had another blood test last month. That one showed my PSA count down to 5.1 from a high of 8.4 last June. It's a good thing I didn't jump into the downward spiral of prostate cancer treatments because it looks like my PSA count is going down on its own.
And of course the last two Tuesdays in a row I had dental appointments. Again as I reported in this venue those two visits set me back over $1,000. Maybe I'll get some of that back from my dental insurance but probably not much. They've been pretty tight about paying benefits.
In among all my medical appointments I have several social engagements that I've been putting off that I have to fulfill. My neighbor Barbara wanted to take me out for my birthday at a place of my choice. We went out today for lunch (I don't drive at night). I chose wrong again. I chose the new Italian restaurant in Lewes called Annabella's. It was a disaster. Hey, it's not hard to chose bad restaurants in this area. The hard thing is to chose a good restaurant that isn't an overpriced tourist trap or one that doesn't cost $100.00 for two for lunch.
|The restaurant I chose for my birthday lunch today = BIG MISTAKE - Barb was smiling when she went in but now when she came out|
Barb had a meatball and spaghetti. Yes, A MEATBALL. She ordered "meatballs and spaghetti" so what does she get? ONE BIG MEATBALL. She said there was no taste to it. She said it was like the cook just made a big meatball out of ground beef without any seasonings. Nothing subtle here.
|"My God! I actually ate that meatball!"|
I got Eggplant Parmesan. And as usual when I order Eggplant Parmesan at anyplace except the Rehoboth Diner, it was a greasy mess. I'm still digesting it. The gift that keeps on giving.
|Yes, I ate the grease soaked Eggplant Parmesan - I didn't touch the canned Chef Boyardee spaghetti - took that home for Bill|
I used to write restaurant reviews but I don't anymore. The way I figure it these people are in business and I don't want to make their work any harder of them. The economy is too rough on everyone as it is. Let the word of mouth get around about the sub par meals that are served around here. I hear a Panera Restaurant is coming to our area. Can't be soon enough! I just hope they don't succumb to the Feed the Tourist Reheated Frozen Food (a la Sysco) and Overcharge Them For It trap. I've eaten at a Panera restaurant in Greenville, South Carolina where my brother lives and it is great! No waiters to tip, no screaming kids, no tourists. Oh wait, ah yes. I am in Tourist Land here. Oh well, we'll see how it goes.
I just got back from my daily walk. Hey guys, want to lose that stomach? Tired of looking like you're six months pregnant? Walk a mile briskly every day. You may not get Ryan Gosling abs but you will lose that belly and you can tuck your shirt in again. Just saying. You know who you are.
|The little bunny rabbit sunning himself on Short's grave this afternoon|