I Call a 3-Point Update 1. Got a spam email from the account of an old acquaintance whom I have not seen or talked to in 10 years.
→[More:] I went through college with him and so I emailed him letting him know that he as a virus. He knows it. So in the exchange of emails, catching up, I mentioned that my daughter now has my 1960 Guild F-40 sunburst (which he heard me play for countless stoned hours), and refuses to give it back (which is OK. . she loves it and she needs to play). Dennis mentions that he as a blonde Guild (no idea what model) that is mine if I want it. Do I? What a nice gesture! And we are taking a road trip to CA in Sept and wanted to stop in Ojai anyway, so, now, doubly. Between now and then, asking the model is tacky although I am really curious. Won't though.
2. Had my prostate biopsy yesterday. Gross-out warning. . .So they put an ultrasound wand up there to survey the thing. But on this probe they snapped something like a gun sight. First they shot some novacaine around the area, but then, as the ultraround tech moved the probe around they shot 12 (count 'em) spring loaded biopsy needles here and there in the prostate, and THE DAMNED NOVACAINE HAD NOT KICKED IN! It was not a fun few minutes. Back at work this morning but just barely. The upside is that the gland looked "normal," and if there is any cancer, it is microscopic but my PSA is below 1.0 so not a sure thing but I am optimistic.
3. Yesterday at early morning volleyball, I was notifying the group that I would be a no-show due to yesterday's biopsy. They seemed to be curious about details so I told them and turned to Alison, the only female there that day, and said something like, "just feel lucky you do not have one of these things." And once that statement had left my mouth, I knew that I had stepped in it. She just smiled sweetly, and said, "Welcome to our world, honey."