Golfing, Softball and Other Stuff

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On this day in 1941 Japan attacked Pearl Harbor, unleashing the dragon that would ultimately claim victory … no, wait! That’s was December 7th, not May 7th.

Let’s see … what happened on May 7th ?

  • 1901 – Gary Cooper was born. My Dad was a year older than Gary. Gee, Dad could have been an actor.
  • 1902 – Mount Pele, on Carribean island Martinique burying the port city of Saint Pierre within minutes and virtually everyone died instantly.
  • 1915 – A German submarine sank the Lusitania. Of the 1,959 passengers and crew, 1,198 drowned.
  • 1945 – Germany surrendered to the Allies.
  • 1954 – France was defeated at Dien Bien Phu.
  • 1998 – Daimler-Benz purchased Chrysler.
  • 2012 – Jerrie played another terrible round of golf with Doug, but he got one par, and Lydia pitched her second full game, winning 5-1.

I’d show you a gofing picture, but didn’t take any. I was too busy hitting my ball … over, and over, and over. My first shot off the first tee went all of 20 feet. Though it landed in the fairway, we couldn’t find it because the grass was about 1 foot tall. So, I hit another one and it went about a zillion yards, landed in the bottom of the first dip, in the fairway, but we couldn’t find it. So, I hit another one that went about 40 feet and remained visible in the fairway. I was so happy! It took me about 10 more shots to make the green, and I finished with a 2-putt. That’s pretty much the entire story for the game except for the 7th hole. I was actually on the green in 2 and finished with a 30 foot putt for par. It was totally awesome. It was downhill and was barely rolling when it dropped in the hole. It was the same hole I parred last week. Go figure.

Lydia’s game was far more fun. 

Here she is, wearing her favorite eyewear, displaying pretty good form. The girls are a ton of fun to watch. The team they played is from Clatskanie and they’re playing them in a double header next Saturday, in Clatskanie. It will be fun.

Lydia’s inspiration for playing is her cousin, Maryssa …

… daughter of Steffani …

… Granddaughter if brother Jim …

That’s Jim watching TV. I think I shared a different view of this event in a previous entry. I like this one the best because there was no need for me to use my redeye correction feature.

After the game we came home and I downloaded the 400 pictures I took at Lydie’s game. I had that many because I discovered a handy setting that allowes me to take 4 frames a second for as long as I hold the button down. Nifty. Not many of them were worth a hoot, but they were fun to take. I’m still learning.

Weather Alert !

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It’s early … 10 after 9 on a cold Sunday morning. I was up at 6:30 the first time and actually toyed with the concept of staying up. But, it was cold, foggy, and dreary, emphasizing the reality that all the weathermen, and weatherwomen lied to us again. It was supposed to be nice yesterday with a little rain in the afternoon, but it rained all day, and the ground is still wet this morning. Today it’s supposed to be in the 70’s, but it was 40 when I got up the first time and doesn’t look like it’s movng along very quickly.

I’m going to stop now to rest, and contemplate the remainder of this day. I’ll be back with something more meaningful this evening. Maybe.

It’s “later”, now. Church is done, we’re home, the sun is shining, there isn’t a cloud in the sky, and I’m amazed. All the sudden everything’s dry, too. I could mow the yard except Diane is sitting on the back porch making mud pies …

I think we’re going to have some more flowers to water on the porch, and a tomato plant outside the kitchen window … as soon as I dig up a spot for it. I should do that this afternoon before the baking sun turns the ground into a brick. It would be a good time for me to take advantage of this in between time, between squishie and hard, to edit my ditch a little more. Though it drains OK, it sags in the middle. consequently, it always has a little water remaining there after the flood subsides. So, I need to dig it a little deeper on the distant end, and possibly plumb the output to the drywell in the lower yard.

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It’s been hours since the sun started shining and I’m convinced it’s not ever going to quit. The heat is unbearable and it’s so bright I find myself constantly squinting. Squinting isn’t good because it’s a scientific fact that it causes termination of peripheral vision and shaves about 3 years off a normal life span. I believe the latter is the result of those who were squinting when they rounded a corner and either drove off a cliff, or into oncoming traffic. You will never ever hear a newsperson say that a wreck was caused by squinting because they don’t want people to know. It’s a form of population control and the government wants to keep it a secret. Take note the next time you watch the news and see if you can detect squint lines on any of the people posing for the cameras. If they have any lines on their face at all, it’s from smiling because they know this secret and you don’t.

Another serious hazard is blinking. Don’t get me wrong, it’s OK to blink. Actually, it’s really a good idea to blink, but you have to do it quickly. Prolonged blinks lead to naps and that’s another form of population control. When a reporter reports that “so and so” died because he fell asleep at the wheel, it’s a lie. The problem was that they just took an extra long blink. Or two. You may notice this when you’re talking to people, or when you’re at church. It’s OK to do it then because, technically, the “blinker” is still listening. They may not remember what was said, but they’re listening. I know this is true because I’ve spent a great deal of time researching this. What I discovered is that there are many situations where extra long blinking is acceptable, and other’s where anything above the normal milisecond is absolutely verboten. The most serious offense, in my experience, is when Diane is saying something to me. Even if what she’s saying doesn’t require an answer, or a solution. I do my best but most often fall a little short. OK, a lot short.

Thankfully, it’s still cool inside the house. In fact, it’s so cool that I’m considering changing out of my shorts, back into a whole pair of pants. It’s sweltering on the porch. Maybe I’ll just go halfway there.

I just called Lyle’s hospital room to see how things are going and had a nice long chat with a fellow named Jim. Apparently the hospital kicked Lyle out and installed Jim in his place. Jim sounded like he’s fine so I don’t know why he’s there. I should have asked, I guess, but thought it would be better if I called the Connecticut Cate home. Which I did.

Lyle isn’t feeling all that great but he’s happy to be home and reports that all the tests they’ve run, so far, have been negativer for cancer. They’re waiting for insurance approval to run one more nuclear test on some lymph nodes to see if they’re OK. I think it’s a rule that hospitals have to keep looking for stuff until they find it, whether or not you had it in the first place. We’ll know more about that later this week.

Lyle shared with me that he’s found a cure for crotch itch, not that any of you have that issue. But, if you do, Lyle said that applying Vicks Vapor Rub in the conflicted area is a marvelous solution. As with many things I learn, I had to run right to the East Wing of the house to give it a try, although I was not experiencing the affliction at the time. I applied it anyway and found it quite exhilarating in the extreme. It only burned for a short while then settled into a pleasant cool sensation that’s lasted, so far, for about three hours. The aroma is quite pleasing, too, as it clears my nasal passages nicely. I believe this method of using Vapor Rub for clearing sinuses is better than simply applying a bit to the inside of each nostril. It’s certainly more exciting. Thankfully, I did not have to urinate before I had a chance to wash the Vicks off my handsor it may have been more excitement that I could’ve handled. As it was, I think I only screamed like a little girl for a few seconds before catching myself and lowering it to a more manly moan and groan. I probably shouldn’t have applied it again so soon, I guess.

Now that we have all the health issues out of the way, I bid you adieu.

Photography Knowhow

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For those of you looking for something serious, you should close this and find a better source. Photography Knowhow isn’t something I have … it’s what I seek … I need a muse.

I’ve read the books on my new Nikon D5100, I’ve taken about a zillion pictures, and I think I’m a wee bit closer to figuring out how to turn it on quicker to capture a picture that just pops up begging to be shot. That’s about it. Oh, and I can change the lenses, too, without dropping them. That’s a really important step since doing that generally costs $$ to rectify the damage. I’ve become fairly adept at stopping falling objects with my right foot, lessening the chance of terminal dents and dings. The left foot has come through in a pinch but isn’t the foot of choice when expensive things drop for absolutely no reason at all. The lenses are safe because I’ve discovered some miniature bungee cords that I’ve connected to each lens and to the strap which faithfully goes around my neck. Every time. So, I can just let the lens not in use just hang from the strap. This is, however, problematic when I use a tripod because the strap hangs too close to the floor. I’m working on a solution that involves a rack system for all attachments that connects to the tripod instead of to the strap. It involves routers and table saws and, no doubt, wheels of some sort to cart everything around. Hey! I’ve got a golf cart that may fit in there somewhere! I’ll let you know how that goes.

The camera came with a Nikon School book and DVD. As I said, I read the book, but haven’t yet watched to the DVD because I’m afraid there may be a test in there somewhere, it being “school” and all. Tests never worked for me. They’re too complicated. One of these days, when Diane doesn’t have anything for me to do for a few hours, I’ll watch the DVD. Until then, I’ll just be randomly pushing buttons to see what happens.

One neat thing I did actually figure out how to do, is select a color in a scene and when the shot is taken, everything is monochrome except that color. Kind of like some of those old Gatorade commercials. It’s very cool. One day I may have a chance to use it in the real world after I discover what monochrome is. I think that’s black & white, but the explanation uses the “M” word.

That’s about it for today. I didn’t see much of Diane becasue she locked herself into her sewing room and refused to come out. Still no word about Lyle so guess things are OK. I’m going to call tomorrow, for sure. I am!

Random Thoughts

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Random thoughts, you’re thinking. What’s new there, right?

I fiddled with my new camera a little this evening and froze my beanies off standing on the porch. It’s clear and cold. I should have worn shoes. And a jacket. But, I figured out how to take nifty pictures of the moon

Here’s a brighter one where you can see the craters along the bottom edge.

Here’s a strawberry Diane was cleaning just to show you that the moon really isn’t all that big. We had strawberry shortcake, and played uno with the kids to celebrate, belatedly, Daniel’s birthday. As you may recall, he was 37 3 days ago. I think I mentioned that.

No news about Lyle today so will have to call Ruth tomorrow unless I invoke the “no news is good news” rule. I might do that.

Today Diane took the church quilts to Portland. She and the other church girls boxed them up yesterday. They turned in 32 of them for Lutheran World Relief. A few of the ladies meet every Thursday throughout the year and quilt for a few hours. They sell a few at the annual quilt show, but wind up giving most of them away. I had to go to the church to load the boxes in the car for delivery, then I wandered home to work on the RV. It’s becoming the never ending project since it has to be “perfect” for our trip to Moses Lake next Wednesday. I’m working on getting the driving compartment area refinished. Before we got it it had leaked severely all across the roof. I stopped that, but the damage had already been done, so I ripped out all the bad wood I could find. Now I need to replace it. Got the parts cut and kinda fitted, but need help with the final install. I took a chance and used my table saw while Diane was gone, and it worked out just fine. Didn’t bleed or anything.

Since my table saw is in the basement, I’m a little sore from walking up and down the stairs with large pieces of lumber, but no blood. It’s good exercise, so I’m told. Maybe if I did it more often I wouldn’t be sore.

Now I’m tired. I took a shower a while ago and it wore me out.

Good News / Bad News for Lyle

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Good – Lyle’s stomach mass biopsy is normal, and the masses in his colon were not Oregon slugs as I had previously postulated. I know, it wasn’t a very good postulation, but it was all I had at the time. My concern was that his doctors were missing an opportunity to diagnose a PICA eating disorder. That’s when people eat odd things like money, chalk, paperclips, keys, etc. I don’t see any reason why slugs couldn’t be in there with the exception that they are soft and squishy whereas none of the other things are. And, it’s really not realistic to believe that a slug could hang around in someones intestinal tract for more than 6-8 months. Unless you take Nexium. Then all bets are off. PICA is also a specific size of type setting, but that doesn’t relate to people. Just typewriters. I think.

Bad – Lyle’s doctors won’t let him go home until they biopsy another “bump” they found outside his colon. Bad for the hospital is that they got on both Ruth’s and Lyle’s last nerve when they presented this information around 8am this morning, telling them the surgeon would tell them more, but he never showed. As I understand, “someone” showed up 12 hours later to relate the news the Lyle had to remain in the hospital and the surgeon would deal with him on Friday. It’s not good to get on the flip side of Ruth. At the moment, it’s OK to get on Lyle’s flip side because pretty much everyone in the known univers can outrun him. Apparently the “someone” was a fake doctor who just happened to be passing by the room and heard that they were looking for answers. Hoping to avoid a lawsuit, the hospital administration decided to accept this person as a bonofide surgeon helper, letting his decision stand. So, now we wait until Friday to see what happens.

Ruth is very tired, but a lot less stressed about all of this. I’m pretty sure Lyle is, too. Benign is a very good thing to hear.

Now on the sporty side …

Lydia played in her first softball game of the season this afternoon. She pitched all but one inning of the game. Though she didn’t get any hits, her team won 16-9. It was a rocky start because she didn’t have a backup pitcher in case things went south, so she was understandably nervous. More nervous, however, was her mother Jennifer. I thought she was going to throw up for a little bit. Thankfully, she had to leave after a couple of inning, Lydia’s worst, to attend to another commitment. Diane and I stayed to make sure Lydia won. It was a fun game to watch, but the other team came out strong, giving us cause for concern. Lydia was worried about the other pitcher, Abby, who everyone thought was pretty hot. She did throw lots of strikes early on, but faded in the stretch. Lydia, however, started badly, hit 3-4 batters, then got her stride and was stronger at the end. She was relieved in the 4th inning by a teammate, Gabby, who wasn’t expected to show up because she’s been sick for a week. She got through one inning before having to quit, so Lydia returned.

Here’s Lydia batting …

And here she is on the mound …

I hear Diane rising from her recliner in the living room so it’s time for me to stop, take my last dose of medication, and go to bed. I’ve been trying out some of the old medicine I found under the sink last week. It doesn’t seem to cause any problems, but I’m not sure what they are because the label is smeared. I’m not even sure if they’re for me. But, they were in my bathroom, so they must be mine. Just don’t know how they got under the sink. I suspect, maybe, someone, maybe me, tried to toss them in the waste basket and missed. That would be easy enough to do because there’s no waste basket under the sink in my bathroom. I suppose I should start being a little worried, but as soon as Diane finds out she’ll worry enough for us both.

Good nite.

Happy Birthday Daniel !

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Greetings Humans.

Today is Daniel’s birthday. He’s our son’s, Jeff’s, brother-in-law. He’s also Tiana’s,  Gillgan’s, Baylee’s, and Jerrie’s Uncle Daniel. He’s 22 now. That’s a lie. He’s 37. If he was 22 he would’ve been 8 when Cedric was born. I don’t think 8-year-olds are allowed to have kids. Not in Oregon, anyway.

After Dan and Jen visited briefly this morning, it was downhill for me because I went golfing with Doug. Golfing with Doug is always fun. I golfed terrible, like normal, but I beat Doug on one memorable hole. It was # 7 and I got a par. First one in the last 15 years. The rest of the holes summed up my typical game by being double par efforts. I actually hit the ball more times than that, but you can’t count more strokes than double par. For 9 holes I got a 68. That’s pretty darn good for someone fairly compentent for 18 holes. So, I play the equivalent of 18 holes whenever we hit the links. Like I told Doug, I’m getting far more for my money than he is because I get to hit the ball more often. As for the par, I have no idea what happened there. I just wasn’t myself for the 4 stokes on that hole. As a result of that stunning effort, I’ve ensured that my handicap remain at 36. Pretty sad, huh? Good thing I’m not serious about it.

After the game I returned home to an empty house because Diane took her Mom, Jean, to the eye clinic in Portland where they both had exams. I didn’t get to go so I have to keep my old glasses. In a few weeks I just know I’ll be walking down the street and my perscription will expire and I’ll go blind. Hopefully it doesn’t happen while I’m driving. That’s unlikely, of course, because I’m rarely allowed to drive by myself, and never while Diane is in the vehicle. Unless it’s the RV. Somehow that just doesn’t make sense to me because the RV can cause way more damage than the car. I told her she’s going to have to learn how to drive it just in case something happens to me. Like I forget how to drive it myself, or my glasses prescription expires. Or she’d rather have me clinging to the passenger seat in abject terror instead of her.

Good news on the RV, by the way. It must have rained about 5 inches today and not a drop got inside. I was ecstatic! My drainage ditch was a veritable river, too, keeping the water out of the garage and most of the driveway. That’s a major coup. But, the floor drain under the washer backed up again. Just a little, nothing like last time. Still, I need to get some more of that nasty drain cleaner before it gets really bad. And, I may have to pour it all over the laundry room floor first, so it will all be clean like the large area that got cleaned the last time I used it. It absolutely sparkles, as much as cement can sparkle.

This afternoon I did some running around town to do some things I needed to do. I can’t remember what they were but I came home with a burrito from a taco wagon that’s been parked along the highway for a while now. Good thing, too, because I was hungry and I knew Diane would’ve been cranky if I didn’t eat something before she got home. It was almost gone when she arrived, so I was safe.

Diane’s in shopper’s heaven now that Scappoose has it’s very own Goodwill store. That’s her favorite place to shop and where she gets all my underwear. Most of them are pretty clean, too. She spent $8 and got a whole bag of “stuff” that she had to have.

I don’t have any pictures from today’s events, but I do have some from yesterday that you haven’t seen. First is my yard trailer that I decorated for the St. Helens Parade … Diane said it won’t last until July so I just drove it down to the burn pile and decorated that. Kind of festive, don’t you think? I’m going to hate torching that until all the blossoms turn brown. And, here’s a picture of 3 or 4 of the 35 rhododenrons surrounding the house.

These aren’t bad, and I imagine most of the others were “cute” when they were little, and only 2 feet apart, but now they’re overgrown and in need of an introduction to the dogwood limbs on the burn pile. As soon as my handy dandy electric chain saw battery is chaged up, and Diane’s gone somewhere, I’m going to do some thinning. There aren’t really 35 of them – more like 15 or so.

Next is some of the many calla lillies that were apparently planted to hide things. When we moved in they weren’t doing their job very well, but have begun to prosper since we cut down all the “stuff” that hid them from any possibility of getting daylight. Now they’re doing quite well and will, one day, cover the gas meter, and the furnace exhaust (not pictured).

As I was snapping the last picture, Diane arrived so I had to hurry back in the house to finish my burrito. This is Diane arriving … just before she started quzzing me about what I had for lunch.

I was happy I had anything left of the burrito because it was on one of the many tables surrounding my computer. The big dog, or the cat, had plenty of opportunity to liberate it, but they didn’t. Ozzie didn’t have a chance. Too high up.

Diane says it’s time for me to go take a shower, so I’m off to scrub various parts of my body. She said I have to use soap this time.

There Is A GOD and Prayer Works

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Guess what!? Lyle doesn’t have colon cancer. The doctors think the masses were simply a couple of Oregon slugs that have been clinging to his innards since their visit in June 2008. They are very persistant critters and not something people normally eat, unless it’s by mistake. I sincerely believe that Lyle didn’t eat any of them on purpose. But, you never know. He’s an adventurous soul.

So, now his kidneys are working, and he doesn’t have colon cancer. What remains to be seen is the results of the endoscopy, and the biopsy that was taken this afternoon. I don’t think this one is an Oregon slug because it’s too high up in the GI tract. It’s a known fact that it sometimes takes slugs 6 years to transit the normal 32 feet of intestines. They’re really slow. You’re guess is as good as mine as to what it is, but we all hope and pray the biopsy is negative.

Today I didn’t get real clothes on until about 1:00pm. The first time I got up was 6:00am, like normal, to let the dogs out. Then I went back to bed instead of floppin on the couch. I slept another 3 hours, the last 30 minutes of which were very exciting. I was in that zone where you think you’re almost awake, but not quite, and there were about a zillion pictures flashing around in my head like fireworks. It was amazing. All of them related to things I need to get done, and I remember stopping to study each one for a fraction of a second before it zoomed off and was replaced by the next one. Really, really cool.

Then I woke up and it all went away. So, all I remember is the event, not specifics. It was really pretty.

About 12:30pm Diane heated up some lunch and commanded me to eat. This is what she made for me …

It was really good, but it was enough for three of us. That’s a pork chop in the middle of everything, and it’s buried in brown rice.

After lunch, I was directed to the dogwood tree in our front yard because Diane wanted to see what a couple of sprigs looked like in a vase. This is what they look like …

I cut a few extras so she would be sure to have a vast array of choices for her vase. She was pleased, but she will be more please when I put all the branches back that she didn’t want. I don’t know how that’s going to work because I used a chain saw. I think I’ll just toss them on the burn pile instead. It’s empty so could use something to cover up all the ashes.

At one point in the day, we spied a ship heading down the Columbia River. The water is so high that they are really visible from the porch. It’s the white boxy thing you can see amongst the trees in the middle of the picture.

Diane can see ships on the river all the time and didn’t tell me that I could, also, until we’d lived here for about 3 years. I thought that was totally unfair, but what’s a guy to do?

I found the cat lounging around this afternoon, too. She apparently thinks she’s smaller than she really is. We have noticed that she’s gained weight since the adoption because she’s eating regularly. She eats her own food outside, and Ozzie’s on the inside, when the mood strikes. Ozzie gets a little flumoxed with her about that, but she’s bigger than he is and she has some nasty finger nails.

I must now depart, per orders, to take Lydia to softball practice. Hope everyone is doing OK.

Baylee’s Three! Tomorrow!

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Tomorrow is Baylee’s 3rd birthday but she didn’t mind celebrating a little early. It’s all about the cake.

And, this is the best way ever to make a birthday cake. It’s a cupcake cake. There’s no cutting, all the pieces are the same size, and everyone gets the same amount of frosting. It doesn’t get any better than that. It’s a Safeway cake where Jennie works as a cashier and the dairy queen.

I had a whole bunch of other stuff right here but somehow it got erased when I started adding pictures. So, I’ll just go along with it and give you some more of them. Here’s Gilligan with Jeran, and Jerrie with Lydia…

Grandma Diane and Jerrie.

Baylee taking her first ride on her new bike.

And here’s Cedric wearing Baylee’s new bike helmet, that she picked out. He’s wearing it because all the necessary extra padding she needs was left at their home. So, she wore Gilligans helmet for her first ride.

Now I’m getting sleeping because the meds are kicking in. So I better stop before I say something that might embarrass Diane. That wouldn’t be good. But, I have this question floating around in my head that just won’t go away and I know it will haunt me tonight if I don’t unload it … do curly headed people have straight pubic hair? There, I’ve done it, and the heck with consequences. I’ll let you know what the punishment for that is as soon as I find out.

But, before I quit, here’s a picture of us guys …

Oh … did I mention that Logan showed up to help celebrate his little sister’s birthday? Don’t think I did.

Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD)

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Hi there!

I’ve been thinking about OCD, an affliction that almost everyone in the world has, except me. I don’t have that. I have a different kind of acronymn. Diane thinks I have AADHD-EIOU. I think that’s Adult Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder. I tossed in the rest of the vowels because an acronymn can never have too many vowels. Of course, I disagree because I don’t think I have a disorder or deficit of any kind. Everyone else is screwed up, not me. And I can prove it. I just don’t want to.

So, maybe you want to check some of the following to see if any apply to you …

Do you ensure all the labels face out when you stack things on shelves?

Do you fuss over how the stack of towels looks after someone unceremoniously yanks a towel from the middle of the stack and doesn’t straighten it up?

Do you feel a need to arrange your shoes in a nice, neat line, wherever they may be on the floor?

Do you find it necessary to knock on a door a certain amount of times before it “feels right”?

Do you count stairs when you go up or down them?

Do you have “visions” of someone tripping on an item you just passed on the floor and cannot move along until you go back and move it?

If you feel “close” to any of the above, don’t worry about it. All of those are normal OCD behaviors and don’t affect your life at all. Believe me, I know, becaue I do all of those things and I’m perfectly normal. Just ask Diane. I embrace my OCD-ness.

On the other hand, if you break out in a rash whenever you feel the need to lie, or be serious, you have a severe problem that can only be relieved with a thick coating of SPF-85 cocoa butter – that’s Ziva’s favorite. She likes all forms of hand and body cream, but loves cocoa butter because it tastes the best.

OK, there’s a left turn. Sorry.

Oh, no, here’s another one … !

Lyle had an operation yesterday during which a shunt, or stint, was placed in his kidneys and they started working. How cool is that? So, that danger is over, and now we await the results of his endoscopy and colonoscopy which will happen Monday. I talked with him today and told him to ensure that, if they do the colonoscopy first, that they turn the tube around before they do the endoscopy because there’s no doubt it will taste like crap if they don’t. I know this is true, too. It’s logical.

Today we went to Longview to a paint store that mixes any color you want and puts it in spray cans for you. They can mix any car color you want for any car back to the 1920’s. We just went back to 1979 for the RV. Pretty cool. After we got the paint we went to Sizzler for a late lunch. Diane ate cod and I had all you can eat dead shrimp. I think I ate 40 of them along with six chicken wings and a very large bowl of ice cream and apple crisp. And french fries, and two large glasses of Pepsi. Unfortunately, there’s no antidote for caffeine except time so I hope it wears off before I have to go to bed. I don’t know when that will be because Diane hasn’t told me yet.

I think that’s about it for today. Hope all is well with all of you.