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Seasons Two, Three & Four of Highway Patrol arrived in the mail Tuesday. Last night, I partied with Gail Kobe in episode "The Search". Then, with Ward Wood in episode "Kidnap Copter". A Google search turned up no picture of Wood's familiar face.

I had a ball, noting location references in the third episode I watched, "Travel Trailer" and trying to look them up on the internet. 57 years have passed since the filming, but I got lucky with two references. No information on the manufacturer Westfield, Inc., long out of business evidently, but found their old Westerner travel trailer listed on YouTube. Also learned that Clover Field in Los Angeles County is now called Santa Monica Airport.

Got up this morning with an elevated heart rate. Been a while since that happened.

Mary had a rough morning. When we set out for Co-op to get the scooter tire fixed, she didn't make it out of the garage without a demoralizing mishap.

For some time, Mary has been favoring her left while driving. Tends to grab the center of the road, afraid of driving off the right. Looks for parking spaces with an unoccupied space on the right, afraid to swipe another car. Claims it's because she's lost peripheral vision in her right eye. I mentioned to her that niece Rachel has vision in only one eye and seems to have no trouble driving. Didn't help.

Anyway, she parked in the garage too far to her left yesterday. Pulling out this morning, she scraped against the door, damaging the automatic opener. Efforts to adjust it only left her in a highly agitated state. We had to leave the door open. She hates to do that.


After the scooter tire was fixed, we stopped at the Taylors' for eggs. Waiting for Mary to come out, I was entertained by three guinea fowl snatching insects in the grass. Under a tree, there was an interesting cage with some animal in it. Hmmm. When Mary returned to the car, she guessed it was a rabbit. Lately, she's been inclined to call any smaller critter she doesn't recognize, a rabbit. On closer examination, I saw it was a raccoon.


After a stop at Kroger for bananas, we headed home for a late lunch: a salmon salad. I hadn't quite finished mine when nephew Chad paid us a visit. Listened patiently to his recurring leitmotifs. The only newsworthy item was his finding a new girlfriend. There go his savings again.

Company gone, Mary and I managed to watch the first part of Phantom India (1969) from Netflix. Documentary by Louis Malle. French, with English subtitles. This is the way I would make a documentary! Thoughtful and brutally frank. As soon as I began watching, some kind of weight or cloud was lifted from me.

A few minutes before Mary left for Maricruz', we had a good rain shower.

Mary returned. Marcelino came. Just left after repairing the garage door opener and installing the new toilet tank lever. $50 for this and the previous visit.

79.0 °F, scattered clouds.