Anyway, the way I figured, I could sit on my duff in my apartment or I could say, “Screw you, Paris, and all motorcycles!”, and get up and around. There are no scenarios right now where I don’t have some pain, so I may as well have some pain and some fun.
Fun was had last night, at the supper wherein my friend Fr. Murray was appropriately honored. It was also a great fundraiser for a good pro-life group founded by Fr. Benedict Groeschel. I knew lots of people and lots of people knew me. It was a pleasure to catch up and to hear new names and stories.
This morning I decided, “Heck yeah! I’m going for some Borscht!”, and so I did. The Uber network was a little wonky, so it took a while to take, but I got downtown to Veselka, a favorite stop of mine for the aforesaid…
I started with a bowl of the usual.
Then had a cup of the seasonal Christmas Borscht and half a sandwich with a little piece of kielbasa to boot.
Uber’s network was completely down by the end of lunch. You could get nothing on their map, couldn’t set locations, could see cars. So, good ol’ two finger whistle and a cane wave to a yellow got me home just fine. I checked out the Uber network map: down.
There’s a new app for cabs that can function a bit like Uber, with calling cabs, on the phone pay, etc.
Back to the rectory to rest. I was picked up by friends for supper.
Which drink is mine?
I was impressed by the simple butter lettuce with vinaigrette. The leaves were stacked large to small and dressed along the way. When cut it gave a nice “wedge” like appearance, but so not like iceberg. Nicely done. I’ll file that away.
At some point in the last 36 hours, someone gave me one of these buttons. I won’t say where or when. It’s missing the final Ò but the intent is clear.
So far so good. While I won’t be able to do all the things I would like, with careful pacing and prudent use of transportation I can do some of the things that I would like. We mustn’t let the perfect be the enemy of the good.
And there’s always next time.