I'm told it's Wednesday.

Ti's a cold rainy day. Wednesday I'm led to understand. I am enjoying the luxury of three days off in a row after a screwy schedule of a 6 in the morning start followed by an 11:30 a.m. start and then repeating it again. Yesterday I went to a skin doctor because something called a keloid suddenly appeared near my left cheek. I went to my primary doctor who asked me if I had injured myself or cut myself in that area. Aside from nicks from shaving, which have happened all over the place on my face  (No charge for the rhyme.) I have not suffered any facial lacerations. In any event a keloid is basically scar tissue. It's harmless but he recomended that I just leave it. No thanks. Who wants to have a barnacle on their face. So he gave me a referral to a skin doctor. Long story short the skin doc basically said it was nothing to worry about but I still wanted it removed. So he froze it and it should fall off in a few more days. The doctor said the rest of my skin looked good though it was a little uncomfortable to have to strip down in front of another man. Of course I would have preferred a woman doctor unless she broke into fits of laughter. 

Let's see what else is going on in my mundane life. I bought a set of tires for my car. I don't think I would have passed inspection with the tires I had. This puts into question buying a new car in June. I will need new front brakes soon as well. So I think I will postpone buying a new car for another year. Besides my car is still running top notch and still looks good for a car that's 13 years old. By good I mean it's in good shape. The design is odd. It's a 1998 Ford Taurus. The front appears to be a cross between a classic Jaguar and a flounder. Still it was a good choice by me as it has been quite reliable. It runs quietly and it's comfortable. I do have my choices set for a new car. I'll just wait another year.

Tomorrow is St. Patricks Day. A pretty big deal in Boston. Normally I do nothing to celebrate St. Patricks Day. After all I'm Italian, but as it turns out I had made plans with friends to go into Boston and go to Cheers without any thought to the holiday. A supposed replica of the bar in the television show. Not the bar that you see exterior shots of on the show, though I could go there. It's not a replica on the inside. In fact it's rather small. It's real name is the Bull and Finch Pub.

I will be going to the one located at Faneuil Hall/Quincy Market Place. A tourist trap to be sure. The photo on the left is the shot you see on TV IS not mine. The two below are.



Fanueil Hall where talk of revolution started in 1742.



  Quincy Market. This Greek looking building is rather long and full of places to eat and blow money on souveneers. The Cheers replica bar is somewhere on the left of this building along with many other restaurants and shops. Anyway it's supposed to be a beautiful day with temperatures near 60 so we will be walking around after we have lunch at the bar. I'm sure we'll have a few pops, and by pops I don't mean soda pop. By the way for some reason around Boston we don't call soda "pop". We call it tonic. I have no idea why, but then we do talk different around here. I've had a couple of request to hear me talk and you may get your wish soon. I don't think I have a very heavy Boston accent. In fact I fight against it but every once in a while a "watah" (water) slips out. I was on my best behavior when I was in California but if I slipped up it seemed to delight those around me to no end. Anyway it looks to be a fun day.

In more mundane news, while my car was being fitted with new rubber shoes, I went around to the front of the store, BJ's Warehouse, a regonal store that carries almost everything, I searched for some Wranglers and a belt. I could not find a pair with a 32 inch waist and a belt of the same measurements. Shirts were mostly large and extra large. Man are we fat!

And on that corpulent note I will end this blog. Yes I will be taking my camera tomorrow. I have not taken any pictures since the snowstorms a couple of months ago. All streets and sidewalks are clear of the stuff but there are still small mountains in parking lots. OK I got a pizza in the oven and it's calling my name.

I'm outta here.