Part of my California garden: Heliotrope, Helichrysum petiolar, Verbena in large pot; Begonia in the blue pot; Succulent in the square pot; herbs in mixed pot right. May 2015
May is my birthday month and I set up dentist and doctor’s appointments throughout the month. I’m also fitting in treats and fun things wherever I can.
Yesterday, David and I had a lovely lunch at our favorite French bistro, followed by a doctor’s appointment.
After we found a space in the middle of the hot parking lot, we made our way to the sidewalk, where I scolded two men hogging the handicap spaces outside the bistro. Obviously not handicapped and obviously cheating by taking two handicapped spaces in two different cars, the men began to laugh and the younger man mockingly bent over and acted as if he was crippled. Then David, obviously crippled, hobbled up from the parking lot, and I said “Shame on you” to the two jerks, turned on my heels, and walked away.
After we were seated, an older couple came in to the café and began describing their drive home from Indiana where they had attended an anniversary party for friends who married in 1945. The man added that he and his wife had married in 1946 while he was still in the Navy. Then they ordered the shrimp and avocado special as David and I had done.
After lunch, the woman watched as David left our table to use the rest room. On her way to they same place, she stopped by our table and told me it “pained her to see him try to get out of his chair.” I told her, he was 86, and she told me she was 89. About then David came back and flirted with the woman, whose path he was blocking, and she looked at him disapprovingly.
After lunch, we drove to the Dermatologist for my six-month checkup. The handicapped spot in the sun was taken so we parked in the shade a few feet away. The office was full of old people and my doctor was running behind, so I read John Adams while I waited.
I’ve had skin cancer three times, including a melanoma when I was nineteen. Thus, I was not surprised when Doctor Wallia located and biopsied three suspicious sites on my neck back and toe. She will call with the results from the biopsies in a week to ten days.
The bad news is that all three of these suspicious sites appeared since my last visit in November, so the odds are high they are cancerous. In November, she and I discussed whether I should keep visiting her every six months as I had for the past few years. I’ll visit on my birthday, I told her, then we can decide from there.
After my visit with Dr. Wallia, we drove through Tyson’s Corner, an “edge city” outside the capital beltway, to the Merrifield Garden Center on Gallows Road.
Years ago, when I met David, I owned a condo on Gallows road, and in the 1960s, I worked at a Tyson’s address, so I knew the area pretty well at one time. Although David was fretful we would become lost, I reassured him, and we managed to make our way to Merrifield.
The garden center was full of older people, some of them working the cash registers, some giving garden advice, and some working in the pots and plants areas. Walking around in a light rain, I found exactly the pot I wanted, and we checked out and drove away before the rain became heavy. Unfortunately, we drove out of the rain on the way home.
I say unfortunately, because we’ve had little rain in the past few weeks, which is why I can grow California type plants in my pot garden. In the winter, we love it when the precipitation goes around our urban oasis, but now is the time for spring rains and the precipitation is going north, south and every which way but here.
David had my car washed this week, and the windshield wiper fluid tank topped up, so I could wash the wind screen while I was driving. My happiness at a full tank of windshield wiper fluid amused David. I told him, little things mean a lot.