I have been to two shoe stores in downtown Boston, in which I tried on a total of two different pairs of shoes, neither of which fit. DSW has endless shelves of shoes, all B width, and no visible salesmen, and I gave up, left, and got some tea. That part worked, at least: Pret a Manger has decent tea and knows how to boil water, and when I realized after paying that I wanted a chocolate cookie, they gave it to me on the house. (I thanked the cashier, put a dollar into the tip jar, and sat down with my tea and cookie.)
Before that, I discovered that my phone will ring while I'm on the orange line, and that doesn't mean I should answer the unknown number. This was just as we were pulling into Downtown Crossing, and that's too noisy for conversation; I established that it was the eye doctor's office I had contacted online, and that I would call them back from somewhere quieter. Once I did so, it turned out that unfortunately the doctor![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jenett had recommended was only available to see me in Waltham. And the one other ophthalmologist in the practice is also only seeing people in Waltham. So, it's back to looking for an ophthalmologist whose office I can get to (meaning T accessible, I'd like Arlington, Somerville, Cambridge, or Boston, preferably on the red line or reachable by one bus from Harvard Square) who accepts my insurance (Tufts Health Direct) and is accepting new patients. (Dr. Bershel's office said that if I find someone who meets those conditions who I like, they would like the doctor's name; apparently I'm not the only person who finds it hard to get information out of that insurer.)
On the other hand, having42itous and her daughter over here for an hour this afternoon worked very well. We got our spare keys back, 42itous and I had a good conversation, and Rosie had a lot of fun playing with the cats. I also wound up with a jar of schmaltz for non-dairy cooking, since I mentioned cooking with margarine, 42itous said "or chicken fat," and I said something like "if you have some." She has extra, since she is carefully saving the fat from roast chickens, as well as the bones to make soup, and offered me some.
Before that, I discovered that my phone will ring while I'm on the orange line, and that doesn't mean I should answer the unknown number. This was just as we were pulling into Downtown Crossing, and that's too noisy for conversation; I established that it was the eye doctor's office I had contacted online, and that I would call them back from somewhere quieter. Once I did so, it turned out that unfortunately the doctor
jenett had recommended was only available to see me in Waltham. And the one other ophthalmologist in the practice is also only seeing people in Waltham. So, it's back to looking for an ophthalmologist whose office I can get to (meaning T accessible, I'd like Arlington, Somerville, Cambridge, or Boston, preferably on the red line or reachable by one bus from Harvard Square) who accepts my insurance (Tufts Health Direct) and is accepting new patients. (Dr. Bershel's office said that if I find someone who meets those conditions who I like, they would like the doctor's name; apparently I'm not the only person who finds it hard to get information out of that insurer.)On the other hand, having
42itous and her daughter over here for an hour this afternoon worked very well. We got our spare keys back, 42itous and I had a good conversation, and Rosie had a lot of fun playing with the cats. I also wound up with a jar of schmaltz for non-dairy cooking, since I mentioned cooking with margarine, 42itous said "or chicken fat," and I said something like "if you have some." She has extra, since she is carefully saving the fat from roast chickens, as well as the bones to make soup, and offered me some.Tags: