After finally setting up a date for my Pet scan, Friday the 13th, I called my urologist’s office to schedule the consult for the results. The earliest opening was on December 30th. I stressed that I have an aggressive Cancer, and the best they could do is put me on a list to be called if there is a cancellation.
Today they called and now I moved up to December 20th, a week after my Pet scan.
A friend of ours in Peekskill had prostate Cancer, an aggressive version, that metastasized. He too had New York Columbia Presbyterian. They did the DNA test and found out that Imuno Therapy would cure him. He used some drug that cured him. Basically the Cancer had spread to his bone, and usually at that point you are a “goner.”
So basically a miracle cure. Our friend’s wife asked if our urologist is doing the DNA testing.
So I’m feeling a bit worn down with the waiting. What happened in Canada is happening here: a doctor’s shortage. Simple supply and demand.
Then earlier in the week there was the assassination of that United Health Care Exec…
“Maggie” is in “Maggie-Mode” getting crazy with Christmas decorating. We bought a live tree, only a 6-7 footer. Bought a Home Cheapo tree stand, and Maggie went gung-ho to assemble it, then calls me into fix it after she cross threaded a bolt.
Another reason why men have shorter lives.
I bought a cartrage of silicone to use as an adhesive to create a wreath out of shells I gathered in North Carolina. Maggie’s sister has a beach house at the Jersey Shore, so basically I will create a beach wreath that is a one off.
At “Micheal’s” a craft store I found this stamped out metal circle that circles the words “Merry Christmas.” I have a good assortment of large and small shells to build out the depth, and small enough shells I think to spell out the message. Some of the larger shells are the size of my hand.
I will use a caulking gun, and the silicone I consider a permanent bond. The shells though are delicate. Let’s eee if I can pull this off.
On a selfish note, I got delivery of the Candy Apple Red Strat body. I was concerned that thermal shock during the transport could introduce some weather checking in the finish, but that did not happen. The body was advertised as a Closet Classic, meaning there could be some imperfections. I looked it over and I saw only one tiny dot the size of a pencil point on the right arm contour.
No big deal. Pretty much I would have to point out the one imperfection, as most people would not notice.
I’m still waiting for the mint green pickguard.
I was alone in the house for a few hours, and I took the opportunity to plug in. Had to further tweak the pickup heights to the next level. I did this with four out of 6 Tele’s, and 3 are mucho-great. Kinda like having three hot girlfriends: one a tall runway model; the other a swimsuit model; and another a stripper.
My friend’s father kinda taught me how performing live is best if you think of it as having sex publicly on stage. Pretty much you want to start off slow, build up, and drive the audience into a frenzy of sorts. It helps if you are a tease…
So pretty much I have a bit of a harem. The DeMarino is a very sexy guitar.
So as I turn up the volume everything now is smoother, softer, and more buttery. I am very pleased.
The one guitar that I call woody is kinda dark sounding. Could be a good Jazz guitar. Maybe better suited to another amp that has less warmth and midrange focus. The guitar and amp might be too much of a good thing going on.
Cal
