MARBLE HUMMING

It's amazing how much I accomplished today. I had gotten out of bed at nearly my usual working day time (way too early), and finished my first cup of coffee and a pipe smoke in record time. Ablutions followed (along with neurotic behaviours having specific numbers assigned), and was down at the bus stop well in time. Arrived at my eye doctor's appointment with forty minutes to spare. First one in when they opened the doors at eight thirty. At quarter past nine I was faced with a quandary: an errand had to wait till Ming opened his doors for business. Okay, let's go down to a place I've always wanted to try for breakfast. Inconveniently forgetting that they are closed on Monday.

Doubled back up and had some congee and an oil stick on Stockton.

Got the main errand and a few others done after that.

Second pipe of the day at eleven.

Then home again.


You know, normally I'm not even halfway human much before noon. I'm really not used to being well-oiled machinery this early. When I was still doing credit work I would call up my worst customers on the East Coast in the morning. Monday morning.
Get the unpleasant stuff out of the way first.
East Coast time.

So we've established that I have eyes. And she'll see me again in four months. Also, not in any way connected thereto, I'm also slightly deaf. That being because I gave an unexpected answer to a mis-understood question. Which, given the demographic I work with on my days on is not unusual or unexpected. Most of the people I normally deal with are dysfunctional old fossils, and I suspect that that also holds true for my eye doctor and her staff.


To put that in a way that has resonance for the elderly, a quote:

"I will not buy this tobacconist, it is scratched!"


If you are of a certain age, or a young afficionado of ancient literature, you will recognize the source of that statement immediately. It was first said in Aramaic, if I remember correctly.
The language of Bava Kamma, Bava Metzia, and Bava Batra.
Gue kagak bakal beli tukang tembakau ini!


It's not even one o'clock. I had nothing else on the programme for today.



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