Out of Africa and my doctor says ok

I got a clean bill of health last Monday from the Infectious Disease Doctor, who had treated me in the hospital for the various stuff that were giving me pneumonia last month. He says I've cleared out the molds that caused it, as well as strep. Yay for modern medicine.  

The recent CT Scan of my lungs says I still have Bronchiectasis.  I will see my primary care doc (the new one) next week for a annual wellness check. Then see my pulmonologist the next month.

Isn't this the cutest T-bird? It reminds me of that movie about young love.

I may be writing in more or less good English. And I'm driving within all the laws.

But my mental acuity is still sort of out to lunch.

I had seen this office for License Plates while searching for the doctor's office the first time I went. This time I thought I'd take some identification papers and see about updating my drivers license to the "Real ID" kind which is needed for flying.

Oops.  They don't do drivers licenses at the license plates office. License...that's where my brain stopped.

I could have figured that out, as the line was pretty short. I've heard it is very long to get drivers licenses. I'll try in Marion, a nearby smaller town than Asheville. 

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The other day I rewatched "Out of Africa" - which is still one of the best movies ever made.

I was so touched to see Karen packing all her belongings as she gave up her home to return to Denmark. She had lots of helpers, but there was this huge yard sale also. All her precious dishes and glassware were gone. I'm clearing  away  a lot of old treasures of my life. I don't need those sweet wine glasses since I don't drink any more. 

In the movie then there's the scene where she's eating dinner by one candle sitting on wood crates in the empty room. 

And she tells Denys that whenever it seems she can't possibly go on, she makes herself feel just a bit worse by remembering some of the best times she's had while living there.  She lists the sweetest most blissful memories.

So, I will continue packing to perhaps move on in my life. And I am not at all sure I'll try the technique that Karen Blixen came up with. But I do like looking for some sweet memories. Almost as much as I like making new ones!