81 Avenue

    All I've got is a punchline, really, and it amuses me all out of proportion to how much it should. Dad had an eye doctor appointment today. The clinic was an utter zoo, probably because they're installing a new computer system. For the same reason, he had to fill out four pages of forms like a new patient, which he isn't. Dad lives with Margaret on Etiwan Avenue; this should not be news to them, since he gave them that address last year when he returned after almost a year away due to his hospitalization and nursing home stays. Today they gave him a printout telling when his next appointment is. On it, his address is listed as 81 Avenue. Now granted that somebody could mishear Etiwan as 81, what's the point of making you fill out pages of forms if they're not going to look at the forms? Anyway, I thought it was funny as all hell. Think I'll go change the street signs!
     And of course all best thoughts and wishes go out to the people of Boston and those affected by the tragedy at the marathon today. To the best of my knowledge, my Boston area family members are fine. Can't really get in touch with cell phones shut down up there; hopefully they can restore service pretty soon, as that's a town that runs on cell phones as far as I can tell. Hope there are no further explosions and that all who were injured recover fully.