Not to bury the lead: Dad is fine. The procedure was again, apparently, straightforward. It was just the appointment that was protracted, not the actual operation. We got there at 9 (well, earlier really). It was 12:30 before they actually started. When they were done, it took at least an hour to stop the bleeding. So we got out of there about 3. He was doing much better than last time. They had checked his labs and found that he could get by without dialysis today and because of that and the lateness of the hour, we didn't have to go to the dialysis clinic, wait another hour and then have him starve another 4-6 hours. We'll be back on the normal schedule again tomorrow. Crossing all fingers and toes that this is the last time we have to visit the nephologists for this procedure.
The wire sculpture was just a silly memory that came along with earlier Philadelphia reminiscences. When I was a property manager, I had a very, very charming building (maintenance) manager named Joe. I believe his last name was Pellegrino. At length, we found out that in the basement, he took unused cable, unwound some of it, and made whimsical structures out of it. I guess it was steel cable; anyway it was silver colored. (Whatever solder is made of would be the other possibility.) Fortunately, we worked for a bunch of architects, and they were boundlessly delighted. So Joe's sculptures got displayed at office parties, and I think they left one on permanent display in the offices. I seem to recall an elephant. This was one of the few really fun aspects of my property management career. I don't know if Joe went on to become a famous sculptor, but wouldn't it be cool if he did?
(PS: Google says solder is made of tin and lead. So hopefully not solder.)
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