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A few years ago I got this little mole, type thing under my right eye. I thought it made me beautiful like Cindy Crawford's little mole made her so cute.
Recently, Devin suggested I get it removed or request a zip code for it. I wouldn't call it that big, but I kept moving around the movie theater the other night because this large bald headed man kept sitting down right in front of me to the right and down one row.
Once I realized I was alone in the theater, I thought perhaps Devin was correct. After several failed attempts to get someone at the US Postal System to talk to me about getting a new Zip Code, or at least a four digit extension for my current zip code just for my mole, (I even suggested they think about vanity zip codes for which they could charge big bucks. But when you lose $5.2 billion in taxpayer monies, in a quarter, making money is not high on their agenda. But I Digress.)
I made an appointment at a doctors office. Now this story does not end well so I will not name the business (Harvard Eye Associates) or tell you where they are located (San Clemente, CA) or the Doctor's name (Do you think I am that stupid, Quiet Ben!)
I thought my appointment was at 10:00 and I was asked to be there 15 minutes early. It was a rainy day on the CA freeways so imagine my euphoria when I only saw three spinouts on the way there. I walked in at 9:45 just like Bristol Time.
After turning in my new patient paperwork, I read the WSJ cover to cover and it was now 10:30. I walked up to the front desk and asked how we were doing on time and she said, Oh yeah we need some photo ID. Now I was sitting about 11 feet from where this nice lady was sitting. Why she didn't ask for my ID sooner is one of those WHYs which will be the death of me.
She quickly returned my ID and I reread a few articles in the Journal, read about 11 articles on my iPhone, joined a bowling league, received the Time Warner Book series "Every Book Ever Written Except 7", and learned Mandarin Chinese. At 11:05 I confronted the front desk and informed them, truthfully, that my wife was here in July and waited two hours and fifteen minutes for the doctor. I told them I had no intention to wait that long.
I was removed from the lobby waiting areas as I had awoken several of the patients who had been sitting there since Ronald Reagan was in office. One person did not awake, so they threw an eye chart over his body, took his insurance card, made sure the policy was still valid, and charged him for a visit before calling the medical examiner.
I didn't care as I was now in an examining room. The Physician's Assistant came in and apologized for the hold up, but then informed me my appointment was actually 11:00, not 10:00. I explained that even if that was true they should have told me that at 9:45, not 11:05. I would have enjoyed my Journal a little slower. (It was true, the apt was at 11:00)
At 11:35, a very smart looking lady came in the room and explained to me the doctor was running late and there was one more patient a head of me. She was very sweet and apologetic. I told her of my error and said I could be patient a few more minutes.
Apparently the patient ahead of me had to have their eyeballs removed and washed and replace because by 12:05, I scrambled all the letters in the Doctors eye chart, got my stuff and walked to the front counter. (They had taken the dead guy away by then.) I asked for all of my new patient paperwork, they handed it to me and I was on the road home.
It took me a while to finally made it home as there was this skin color car that kept swerving just in front of me to the right and no matter how fast I went he would keep cutting me off. Very annoying. If you would like any more details about this Dr. Visit, please drop me a note at Brian Cronin, 91 Bell Canyon, Dove Canyon, CA 92679-MOLE.
I got to clean up some portfolios and look for some more day trades. I also got to help Devin in the kitchen. She was teasing me all weekend long saying she was going to make Osso Bucco from scratch. Now my wife is a good, no I would say a great cook.
She does not enjoy cooking as much as I do so she buys more cook books that actual ingredients. When she mentioned Osso Bucco, I thought she was just epicureanly flirting with me.
My heart skipped a beat when I got home from Harvard Eye Associates and saw the ingredients for Osso Bucco. I immediately offered my chopping skills and in minutes we had onion, garlic, celery and carrots chopped up and ready to go.
She did a marvelous job of browning the veal shanks and then we added the veggies and the two secret ingredients, a high end veal deglazing sauce and a good dry red wine. We used a 2007 Yakima Valley Cabernet.
After simmering for four hours at 350 degrees for the first 3 hours and 250 degrees for the last hour, the meat fell off the bones and the gravy was esquisite.
We enjoyed it over some whole grain penne and a 2007 Domaine du Pégaü Châteauneuf-du-Pape Cuvée da Capo. This velvety chewy smoky CdP was the perfect match for Devin's incredible creation.
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Since 11/25/2012
