Power of appointments
Jan. 18th, 2010 06:41 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogIt's encouraging that the legal community, at least, seems to be taking this federal holiday a bit more seriously than it did for the first 20-odd years of its observance. I received precious few calls today, made only two early this morning (both involving relatively pressing deadlines), and in addition to the lack of snailmail, only a couple of clients tried getting things to me via any of the other ways.
So worky-type things were mostly a wrap by 1, and I headed for an afternoon of spontaneous appointments at the things that were open today. (My one kvetch about the holiday closings is that they included all of this county's libraries. Consistent with my rather specific suggestion from the weekend, I'd think it would honor Dr. King, not diss him, to have places of reading and knowledge open for the occasion of his remembrance. But that's just me.) Here's what was open, more-or-less in the order I got to it.
* The AT&T store. The iPhone has been m-iSbehaving for the past few weeks, particularly in the earphone department. The phone function doesn't seem to work with the headphones at all, and while the iPod component still does, it acts funny, sometimes rendering the vocals like they were being sung in a cavernous empty concert hall, other times affecting an Alvin & the Chipmunks sound, still others being barely audible. AT&T guy confirmed it was a headset connection issue, and referred me to Teh Interwebs to make an appointment at the Galleria Mall Apple Store. I now have a noon appointment on Wednesday at the Genius Bar. I presume fish and carrot juice are served along with the obligatory mart-iNiS. I also presume I'm gonna feel real dumb in the presence of actual geniuses.
* Spectrum Radiology. I may have mentioned this place last February, since it's the same one Eleanor got referred to when she had mad sudden joint pain back then. Mine's not mad, but continues to be a bit irked despite twice-daily Naproxen for almost two weeks now. If I said anything about it at the time of Eleanor's visit, it was probably how good it was that the X-ray place was named "Spectrum" and not the sample-collection place you pass on the way to it. The "speculum" jokes would be too much to resist, especially about the dangers of the two places getting their mail mixed up. As for the deadly radiation itself, there was more at the front counter emanating from their credit card machines than from the actual X-ray setup in the back. It's sad to see that the billing desk has newer and more state-of-the-art equipment for taking your money and ensuring HIPAA compliance than the fairly old-school machines behind the lead walls. I'm promised my pictures by Friday, when the doctor will look at them again and see if I can still try out for the Mets next month.
* Da gym. My first two-day-in-a-row cardio visit since Eleanor's accident, and even the ellipticals don't seem to bother the shoulder much, if at all. Much busier today than many in recent memory, probably on account of schools and offices being closed. The transformation back into a World Gym is almost complete- the touchy-feely components from the Planet Fitness franchise experiment, from the more soothing color scheme to the "lunk alarm" on the wall set to go off if muscleheads clanked weights or grunted too much, are all gone. So far, though, the steroid crowd hasn't gone up all that much.
* Home again, home again. Emily accomplished something between jack and squat today, despite promises to do so, but I find it really hard to get mad at the kid for it since, when she finally did come out of her cave to make her dinner and feed animals, she put on the local classical station instead of KISS 98.
Eleanor's due home soon from her first day back to work, so I'm hoping for good reports and good company for the rest of this day.
So worky-type things were mostly a wrap by 1, and I headed for an afternoon of spontaneous appointments at the things that were open today. (My one kvetch about the holiday closings is that they included all of this county's libraries. Consistent with my rather specific suggestion from the weekend, I'd think it would honor Dr. King, not diss him, to have places of reading and knowledge open for the occasion of his remembrance. But that's just me.) Here's what was open, more-or-less in the order I got to it.
* The AT&T store. The iPhone has been m-iSbehaving for the past few weeks, particularly in the earphone department. The phone function doesn't seem to work with the headphones at all, and while the iPod component still does, it acts funny, sometimes rendering the vocals like they were being sung in a cavernous empty concert hall, other times affecting an Alvin & the Chipmunks sound, still others being barely audible. AT&T guy confirmed it was a headset connection issue, and referred me to Teh Interwebs to make an appointment at the Galleria Mall Apple Store. I now have a noon appointment on Wednesday at the Genius Bar. I presume fish and carrot juice are served along with the obligatory mart-iNiS. I also presume I'm gonna feel real dumb in the presence of actual geniuses.
* Spectrum Radiology. I may have mentioned this place last February, since it's the same one Eleanor got referred to when she had mad sudden joint pain back then. Mine's not mad, but continues to be a bit irked despite twice-daily Naproxen for almost two weeks now. If I said anything about it at the time of Eleanor's visit, it was probably how good it was that the X-ray place was named "Spectrum" and not the sample-collection place you pass on the way to it. The "speculum" jokes would be too much to resist, especially about the dangers of the two places getting their mail mixed up. As for the deadly radiation itself, there was more at the front counter emanating from their credit card machines than from the actual X-ray setup in the back. It's sad to see that the billing desk has newer and more state-of-the-art equipment for taking your money and ensuring HIPAA compliance than the fairly old-school machines behind the lead walls. I'm promised my pictures by Friday, when the doctor will look at them again and see if I can still try out for the Mets next month.
* Da gym. My first two-day-in-a-row cardio visit since Eleanor's accident, and even the ellipticals don't seem to bother the shoulder much, if at all. Much busier today than many in recent memory, probably on account of schools and offices being closed. The transformation back into a World Gym is almost complete- the touchy-feely components from the Planet Fitness franchise experiment, from the more soothing color scheme to the "lunk alarm" on the wall set to go off if muscleheads clanked weights or grunted too much, are all gone. So far, though, the steroid crowd hasn't gone up all that much.
* Home again, home again. Emily accomplished something between jack and squat today, despite promises to do so, but I find it really hard to get mad at the kid for it since, when she finally did come out of her cave to make her dinner and feed animals, she put on the local classical station instead of KISS 98.
Eleanor's due home soon from her first day back to work, so I'm hoping for good reports and good company for the rest of this day.