We are borg

I startled the nurses at Feddinch Medical Practice by calling them today, all the way from the U.S., because I wanted to make sure my medications would be “relevant” over there. They were kind and efficient, and my long-distance call didn’t last more than five minutes. Luckily my health conditions deal more with maintaining the status quo than actively treating anything. And: no worries, that will be done over there as easily as it is here, and I just need to register with a GP, make an appointment, and then we’ll get it all sorted out.

My lazy day off isn’t going to be so lazy after all. Errands must be run, paperwork must be done, and I must continue sorting through my belongings and throwing out/giving away/otherwise getting rid of things that aren’t necessary, or no longer relevant. Fortunately, I don’t have that much stuff, and I know I can live out of two suitcases, because I’ve done it before. You really don’t need much to survive. Material things are nice sometimes, but definitely not necessary to life. The bulk of my belongings is my books, and my parents are okay with housing my library until we know I’m going to stay in one place long enough to justify moving twenty boxes of books and their relative bookcases. I still might get to lounge in my PJs and knit and watch Braveheart today, so… 🙂

ETA: Finally, my unusual buying habits elicited a response. 😉 At Goodwill, the woman in checkout eyed my purchase of a sweater and wool skirt and asked, “So, where are you going?” I told her briefly that I was moving to Scotland for school, and when I left, she said, “Good luck, mija!” I had to smile.

And oops, no lounging today. It’s First Friday, so, it’s downtown to feed the homeless and then peruse the artistic wares and galleries on Alamo St. I’ll lounge tomorrow.

ETA, again: Things seen on First Friday: a man in a robot costume made out of boxes, tin foil, and lights, dancing; cops holding up a group of men outside a building; a church-turned theater-turned restaurant; a big room full of walls with art on them, to techno music; a kind-looking artist wearing a blue suit and a big white tie wrapped around his neck like a scarf; a lone duck; an old lady talking to herself; several, semi-surreal dead-end hallways in backs of warehouses or in loft apartments (galleries that were closed); drunk men trying to get Lydia and I to kiss them; some nice yet over-priced skirts; possibly a co-worker and her husband at a bus stop; among other things. We walked a lot. A lot. Tom-Tom saved the day. I tried sushi for the first time, and liked it (no raw fish though). Now that it’s August 2nd, I’m going to bed.

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