At The Getty

I woke up to a text this morning from my friend David B. He asked me, "Do you want to go to the Getty with me?" I've been meaning to go there, it's a place where I used to escape the madness of the city and the familiar feeling of my home. I am a stack reader, so I get to use the entire library.. but my card had expired and I needed a new one. I was so happy because it was granted! And now I can research and work on my Journal I'm writing. More on that later...
David picked me up about noon. And I was ready to go, so we zoomed up the hill listening to Bob Dylan, as we drove. He made a compilation of his music, rock and roll. The drive was fun on Mullholland.
When we got their and parked the car, he said get in the wheelchair there were many of them their. So I did. The walker wouldn't have taken me very far. I would have been too slow, and in too much pain. So David wheeled me for

, that's what he said.
We had a little lunch, then went to see Evan Walker's Cuba. It was a wonderful show, and there where other photographers work displayed as well. I just can't remember their names. Sorry... I'm not good with names. I wish I was. To the gift shop we went, then home again. That was my day. It was so good to just be... for a change.
So now it's after three, and it was time for me to get back to work. Typing away, filing paperwork, figuring things out so that I don't forget what I need to do. My list is so long after two years of illness you wouldn't believe it if I told you. But I'll get it done. That's all that is to it!