Harpin' On

Is it the weekend yet? Shamelessly stealing Mr Smith's shot of Joe that he linked to in comment on yesterday's blues harp blip. The garage is my haven. Or at least, the garage is Mel's haven for me so that she doesn't have to listen to me play. Even just five minutes a night - the fun of it is coming back.

I think it was wingpig who suggested I practice by playing whenever stopped at lights on the morning commute. Now there's a fun idea for the summer. Already pondering the joy that could be had riding the length of the Innocent Path with no hands on the bars and knockin' out some blues.

Mel's fracture clinic appointment today was positive. It was also more or less on time after initially being told that there was a 55 minute delay. She was due in at 3.45, and I'd organised with work to carry on through lunch and leave at four. I knew there'd be a delay and figured it meant I could go in with her. But the delay evaporated and Mel and her dad were out and paying for parking as I arrived. Mel's dad, in his usual pessimistic manner, declared that they might have to operate. The truer reflection of the report was that the bone hadn't shifted and she's to go back in a week's time for it to be checked on again, and it was only if the one shifts that they'd have to go in to sort it, and with proper rest, given it hasn't shifted so far, that's unlikely.

I guess dads just like to worry about their little girls...

Mel was also made to wait on arrival as the receptionists had a non-work chat as she hovered on the crutches. There seems to be a certain undercurrent of power trip amongst some (and enough to be regularly noticeable) health service reception staff. Yep, our conversation is far more important than someone with a broken leg of four days having to stand uncomfortably on crutches waiting for us to finish after being told at the start of the week to rest the leg as much as possible and certainly don't go just standing about. Much more important.

Mel has a touch of familial pessimism, so the whole experience today has been cast in a blacker light than reality (bone hasn't shifted, new cast has a big boot, and she can rest the foot on the floor (not bearing any weight yet of course)).

Anyway, my job form thingy is in at work, so that's one weight off. The cycling website is waiting till this weekend, so that makes life easier. Dinner was made and scoffed so we're not going to starve. The ironing is done, so the pile is gone from the corner. Another load of washing has been done so the basket is being vacated. The dishwasher has been emptied, and cleaned, and restocked so the counters are uncluttered. Mel's hair has been washed so we've staved off going the whole Sinead O'Connor route. The second and third episodes of Spartacus: Blood and Sand have been watched so cheese quotients are high. And so it was time for some blues in the garage.

Upbeat blues.

Of course.