Estimated reading time: 5 minutes
Since we were driving all night to attempt to find the lost phone, I didn’t get up until 7:30 am, which was just enough time to get coffee for Her Nibs and slither into my workout costume for the morning meeting with death.
Mary was still feeling poorly, hanging on to that nasty cold, so I left her at home and went to the gym all by myself, through the rain, sleet, and hail, over the 1.2-mile drive.
I left Mary pounding the keys!
After carefully parking The Silver Fox, I tippy-toed along the sidewalk, attempting to enter without being seen by the PPT (Pain Producing Team) at Peak Performance.
I actually made it through the door, got onto the stationary bike, and began to pedal up a storm. After reaching 60 rpm and approaching 6 miles, I felt a tap on my shoulder. It was Jeff ordering me to the floor mat, where he worked on perfecting his recreation of the Rice Krispies “snap, crackle, and pop” sound using my skeleton as the instrument of choice.
I was speeding along at breakneck speed!
After an hour, I was allowed to escape and flew to the safety of The Silver Fox, making sure the PPT was not chasing me! I flew out of the parking lot, leaving a pound of rubber and a distinct odor coming from the burning tires.
I got home safe, then immediately clocked in for my second job: short-order cook for Mary and me.
I made steak and eggs because the market had these thin little pieces of steak a few days ago, and I had to buy them. They cook in the same amount of time it takes me to make my special scrambled eggs, which is perfect because nothing says “culinary genius” like both breakfast and dinner giving up at the same time.
The steak and eggs came out perfect!
After lunch, we headed to the Elks to drop off a tomato pie for John, the General Manager. Then it was off to Mary’s doctor in Irvine, where I rested in the car for 90 minutes, enjoying a small nap!
While Mary was inside, she received a message from the Seagerstrom Center that the iPhone had been found and would be available for pickup at Stage Door One, the security entrance.
We decided to park at The Silver Trumpet restaurant and imbibe on a drink to celebrate the event. Mary went to the bar and ordered while I walked to the security office, a mere 3 miles away, down a hard concrete path, while the clouds let loose with a barrage of lightning strikes, thunder, and pounding rain.
Mary missed the “fun” because I went alone since she was sick.
Mary approves of their wine selection!
My iPhone went off while I was enjoying my greyhound drink, and it was the iPhone photo system notifying me that I had saved this photo twenty years ago. I took the fuzzy B&W photo and ran it through AI, and there it was in bright color… my amazing Aunt Edith in her basketball uniform at the McRae high school gym in 1927, NINETY-NINE Years ago!
Aunt Edith (Liles) Parchman on the right in 1927, almost 100 years ago!
This was the original picture taken from the McRae History Book that Uncle Otis gave me years ago.
AI is an amazing tool!
After getting the iPhone and finishing our drink, we went directly home, where our cleaning folks had just finished. Mary got her jammies on and watched TV while I worked in the office.
Mary was a little hungry, so she rang the bell—and naturally, I dropped everything and sprinted in like a highly trained butler with questionable knees.
I prepared a gourmet feast: beans with cheese, chicken-noodle soup, applesauce, and a tiny glass of sake—because nothing says “fine dining” like hospital-room tapas with a Japanese twist.
Next time, I will make sure the wine has a cork in it!
I’m basically a leftovers wizard. I can take yesterday’s food, wave a fork over it, and make it look like it just emerged from a Michelin-starred oven… or at least from a microwave with ambition.
We watched the fourth season of a series called Resident Alien, which follows an extraterrestrial on a mission to destroy humanity who crash-lands in Colorado and ends up posing as a small-town doctor. He struggles with his hidden mission while awkwardly trying to assimilate into human society.
I could NOT resist, just one more AI try!
We declared victory at 10:30 pm and hit the sack!
