We had a story in San Francisco about a deranged gentleman who screams at women on the streetcar and terrified some kids and the powers that be just can't do a thing because he's a white dude with an address and certifiable mental illness.

I wondered how long that would go on until someone tried vigilante justice. I expect eventually his luck will run out.

No Natter today? I sort of don't have enough work to do this week, which I guess means I should do work on longer-terms projects, but who wants to do that? Not I!

It's Feb/March birthday cake day, finally. Only 44 days after my birthday, so...we made C cut the cake because her birthday is tomorrow and the rest of us were all, we're done with all that.

I am waiting to check in for my xrays. Wish me luck.

I nearly bought some pot yesterday! Got on line at the Brookline store that just opened last weekend and, alas, it took a half-hour to work my way to the front, and then my meter time was up. Ah well. They had a coffee service and buckets of candy, which I immediately dubbed pre-Munchies.

First time I've ever been carded by a dealer.

But, I thought about how much a Brookline parking ticket would cost me, and that with the increased traffic in the neighborhood, the meter maids would be out in force, so I said screw it and left even though I was next in line.

When I got home and read through the literature, I found out that they've got free parking set up in the hotel down the road (you have to stop and get a ticket curbside) so the next time I'm over there....

~ma, meara!

My medical update is disappointing. I've been going to the nutritionist for 3 months and have been a very good girl. No processed foods, no bad carbs, nice organic foods. I even gave up coffee and wine. Lost 10 pounds. She feels as though as good as I have been I really should have lost more. So she gave me a printout of a long list of labs she wants done. I don't mind following a strict diet and exercising every day if I see real results. So, blah.

Best overheard convo (which DW and I still say years and years later): "It's for Pete's sake. And Michelle's."

Ugh, that is a bummer, Laura.

But, I thought about how much a Brookline parking ticket would cost me, and that with the increased traffic in the neighborhood, the meter maids would be out in force, so I said screw it and left even though I was next in line.

So close and yet so far!

X-ray~ma, meara!

I'm finding "I almost bought some pot but I was afraid of getting a parking ticket" a delightful story, Theo! What a time to be alive.

There was a news story a while ago about a state legislator who would be voting on legalizing marijuana in his state (Utah?) and - amazingly - decided he should know what it was about. So he had a friend drive him (no driving under the influence for him!) to a neighboring state where it was legal (Nevada?) and bought a little baggie of gummies. And tried them ... and didn't notice any effect.