A word about my blog .....

I'm using this blog to keep notes on my life and experiences, plus to keep track of my own recovery from a stroke (December 2006).

For those of you who were not aware, my brother, John, died on February 10, 2010. His remains were cremated and interred at Green Hills Memorial Park.

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Saturday, October 20, 2007

1020 walkin' again

Jim Y and Michelle picked me up from SBCC for our weekly walk. This time, we went to the Carson Mall/South Bay Pavilion. Michelle was navigating from the backseat so she had us turn on Main, and we ended up at the Goodyear blimp landing pad. I told Jim that no matter how dark her hair gets, she wil always be a blonde. After the momentary confusion passed, she redirected us to Del Amo and we found the mall.

I realized then that I forgot my gait belt at home, but Jim said "no problem" and produced a bunch of bungee cords from the back of his van. He wrapped a couple of them around my abdomen, and we were all set (I hope my PT isn't reading this).

We started the walk inside the mall, in front of Sears, and walked all the way to Penneys and back. It took us about 80 minutes to make the roundtrip. Along the way, we commented on the stores in this mall. Like the "Man Land" store with pink shoes in the window. And the "Hair Architects".

Lunch time rolled around, so we went to Chili's. I ordered the Triple Dipper with the boneless buffalo wings and shanghai wings, and the southwestern eggrolls. Michelle had the Chicken Ranch sandwich, and Jim ordered the Lettuce Wraps, but only after a long discussion with the server, just to make sure that no cilantro is used in the preparation. Michelle asked Jim what would happen if he ate cilantro; Jim replied that he would simply stop breathing. I later told Michelle that I was glad that Jim didn't say that he would swell up; we'd be hard-pressed to detect it.

As luck would have it, the chicken filling in the Lettuce Wraps had cilantro in it, but only because the cilantro is in the marinade. The manager came out to tell Jim that they were sorry about the confusion and would make a new filling with un-marinated chicken. He also offered to execute the chef, but Jim settled for a bowl of soup until the new wraps came out.

Jim eventually got his order and it must have been good because he cleaned his plate. We waited a few extra minutes, just to make sure that Jim was still breathing, before we left. Michelle was still navigating, so we headed west before we could go east. I made it home by 2pm.

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