I did something unusual today. I went out and just...wandered.
Well, I started out at a specific location. I had an eye doctor appointment
in Sacramento. There is an eye clinic in Davis, but the doctor here was the ojne who
threw me into panic telling me that my cataracts weren't the reason why my vision was so
horrible and leaving me thinking I was losing my vision--only to go to the Sacramento
office of Kaiser and learned that of course it was a cataract that was the problem.
So now I don't go to Davis, I go to Sacramento (though the doctor who
used to be in Davis is now on the staff there...but I do have more options than just that
doctor).
My appointment was at 11 a.m. and I left Davis at 9:30, getting there
half an hour early, but I had my "gadgets" with me, so I was able to amuse
myself until I was called.
My new doctor's name was Dr. Maebori and when this nice lady took me
in the office, I asked how you pronounced the doctor's name. (Apparently it's
pronounced the same as Sherrif Andy Taylor's hometown). But then she started doing
an exam--having me look at the eye chart (which disappears when I try to look with my
right eye), and checking my lenses, and showing me the "1 or 2? 3 or 4?"
lens changes. I began to realize that THIS was Dr. Maebori and felt kind of dumb for
having assumed that she was the assistant of a different physician. She put drops in
my eyes and then finished the exam, checking for retinopathy (all clear, I was told) and
then when she had finished doing just about everything that needed to be done, she
announced that she would now go and get Dr. Maebori!
Dr. Maebori essentially said that yep, his assistant did it all
right, he signed a prescription for new lenses (which I won't fill since there is such a
slight change from the lenses I'm wearing now) and sent me on my way. I wonder how
big his salary is compared to hers!
I had decided to go out to lunch and was trying to decide where when
I remembered that I was out of Sacramento postcards, which I use to send to folks through Postcrossing. I figured I would go to Old
Sacramento, find some place to eat there, and pick up some post cards.
I was mentally going through restaurants I knew, or used to know, in
Old Sac (since I haven't eaten there in many years). I don't know how I forgot
the obvious choice, but there it was as I entered through the back entrance:
Of course!
So I went to Joe's and had myself a fantastic crabcake caesar salad.
Afterwards I went to a candy store across the street because the sign
said they sold souvenirs. But they also had free candy tastings. Dozens of
boxes of taffy and an invitation to help yourself to samples.
If you could imagine a flavor, they had it. Peanut butter,
molasses, cranberry-raspberry, orange cream. They even had, believe it or not, maple
bacon taffy. I had to try it. It was weird, but oddly, not bad.
The only reason I didn't taste more is that I had to get back to the
car before the meter expired.
