I went to WalMart before work on Friday, and made my weekly trip to Krogers today, and saw a lot more masks being worn than last week. I'm not ashamed to say I had mine on, even though I am vaccinated. I've also noticed a few more masks being work in the office.
Stay tuned.
Once again it is Finally Friday, and I don't have to go into work for two whole days. That makes me feel a bit better with my upcoming retirement. Nuff said.
When I left work today at 4:30, the temperature was 93, but with the humidity it felt like 107. That's just too damned hot.
First it was the shortage of the Mt. Olive Munchie Kosher Dill Pickle pieces. Now it's a shortage of MinuteMaid Fruit Punch.
They have been out of it at my Krogers and at the BetterWay convenient store by work for over a week. I have a half of a two-liter bottle here at home and I am rationing it until I can find more.
I hope the fruit punch doesn't go by the wayside like the MinuteMaid OrangeAde did a few years ago.
You can't have nothing.
I went to two grocery stores this morning before work in search of the elusive Mt. Olive Munchies only to find none in the stores. In fact, there were no plain old dill pickle slices, either. They had plenty of dill pickle spears and whole dill pickles, and had tons of bread and butter pickles in all varieties, including the Mt. Olive Munchies, but I don't want bread and butter pickles, damnit. I want Mt. Olive Kosher Dill Munchies. I guess I'll have to go on Amazon and order some.
Stay tuned.
Since I've been celebrating my Life Day, I've tried to do something that I've never done before. And believe me when I tell you, Life Day 2021 is no exception.
This morning, I talked with the head of HR, my boss, and my department head, and told them that I was announcing my retirement. The glorious, glorious day will one year and one day from today - July 27, 2022. I will be 59 and a half that day, and the time is right. This December will be my 32nd anniversary here, and I repeat, the time is right.
I just hope that the next year goes by as fast as the last year has.
Stay tuned.
Today, I am wishing myself a very happy Life Day. On this day back in 1992, I was in a very bad wreck and had to have my right foot rebuilt. The Lord saw me through it and other than some arthritis in the bad foot, I am fine.
On this day every year, I celebrate life - not just my life, but the lives of my family and friends who were with me every step of the way: from being in the hospital for 10 days, to weekly rehab, to being off from work for almost six months. I could not have made it without the Lord and them.
I always celebrate and do something special on my Life Day. Stay tuned for an update on how I celebrated today.
Today, I learned something new, faithful readers. I did something I never thought I would do. I cut down a pretty good sized bush.
It was at the end of our driveway, and it has grown like crazy and it made it a little hard to see traffic coming down the road. So with the supervision and instruction from the Old Man, I got the choppers and took care of it. He told me to cut it about half way down, but I went a bit farther and chopped it off about 3/4 of the way down. I'm glad I went out after breakfast before it got to be 187 degrees and got it done.
I am still happy to report the Old Man is doing better this week. He's slept in later, has had more appetite, and feels better all over.
Today, his BFF came by to visit, and stayed with him for over three hours. He said they talked, laughed and reminisced. I think the visit did both of them a world of good.
Once again, thanks for the thoughts and prayers. They truly mean to much to us.
Let me preface by saying I had a few notes asking to post updates on The Old Man.
That having been said, he seems to be still doing better. He is eating a bit more at breakfast and supper, and has told me he's had lunch during the day. So the appetite increase is still a big answer to prayer. And his breathing is still good, thank the Lord.
As for me, I had a rough night, but have regrouped. When I went to take the bag of garbage out tonight, it busted open. That called for about a half an hour of cleaning the floor. But I got it done. And now I am going to get on the couch with a cocktail and have Wednesday Evening Cocktails with the Old Man.
Stay tuned.
I am very happy but not surprised that prayers are still being answered for the Old Man.
He had a pretty good day yesterday, and he especially enjoyed sitting out on the back porch after supper visiting with our neighbor Nicky Boy and one of his dogs Maya. And he also especially enjoyed his supper - I made meatloaf for the first time, and I am here to tell you that he told Nicky Boy it was (and I quote) "as good as my mama made." He ate a pretty good slice of the meatloaf, too.
And the best report of all so far is his sleeping. He slept until almost 7:00 this morning!
Thanks again for the well wishes and prayers, faithful readers.
Yesterday was not the ideal way I wanted to spend my Saturday, but it is what it is.
For the last few weeks, the Old Man has had some shortness of breath and some times when he felt weak. He would eat something and then feel fine. For the past two weeks, he hasn't had much of an appetite, either. When this started, I told him that he needed to be straight up with me and tell me when he felt he needed to go to the hospital. Well, yesterday morning was the time. I had gotten home from the grocery store, and he and I were watching Gunsmoke when he said it was time to go. He wasn't gasping for air or anything severe like that, but he said he wanted to feel better.
We got to the hospital in record time thanks to no traffic. I dropped him off in the ER and got him checked in and while I was parking the car, they had already taken him back and given him an EKG.
The xrays and tests showed he was anemic, and also has some bleeding in his stomach. We are praying it it is just a bleeding ulcer. To make the long story short, they doubled his pee pill for the night time dose from one half to a full one. And while there they gave him an IV of Lasix (pee pill) and two IV's of meds to help coat his stomach. I will call his heart failure center doctor tomorrow morning to follow up, and will call a gastroentologist to get an appointment to see exactly what is going on with his stomach. He's not thrilled about the two more pills he will have to take a few times a day, nor is he happy with having to see another specialist, but as he said, it is what it is.
He had a good day today - his appetite came back a bit, thank the Lord. And he's been "peeing like a race horse" as he said.
Thank you in advance for your prayers and thoughts. I will keep you posted.
Stay tuned.
It's been a long, hard week at the office and at The Compound, faithful readers. I'm just thankful that I don't have the weekend to hopefully refresh and regroup before we start it all over again on Monday.
Stay tuned.
After fixing a home-run supper tonight as The Old Man said, I had to do some chores. Now we are ready to get settled in for Thursday Evening Cocktails.
We've had monsoons and flash flooding for the past four days. But today, the weatherazzi said it would not rain today. Let's hope they are right. Because they have more rain in the forecast for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday.
Stay tuned.
The day started out great. Even though the Old Man was up at 3:00 and into his recliner, he had a great day. He said he got his sleep out, and was wide awake. So he got up and came to the family room and got in his recliner, and he said he read 1st and 2nd Corinthians and Galatians in his Bible. I can't think of a better way for him to spend his time.
My morning didn't start out as great as his did. My boss was all over my ass like a diaper rash on a baby's bottom. But I persevered.
Stay tuned.
On Friday evening, an old friend from our Ridgewood Baptist Church days came to visit us from his home in Greenville, SC. And another old, childhood friend also from Ridgewood came from her home in Leavenworth, IN to visit as well. We had an awesome visit. The Old Man said it was the best night he's had in a year and a half. And I have to agree. As Gram said back in the day, "Old time friends - they're the best."
I forgot to mention more vandalism from the Monday Morning Robbery Attempt. The Low Life went into the chicken pen, knocked over the Girls' waterer, and then left the door open. Thank goodness the Girls didn't escape.
Here is a list of all of our stuff that the Low Life had intended to steal and had piled up in the trailer and wheel barrow:
It’s been a hell of a week, faithful readers.
Monday morning, the Old Man got up early because he wasn’t feeling great. He made a pot of coffee and was getting ready to sit down in his recliner, when he said something told him to go look out the back window. Imagine his surprise at 6:00 in the morning when he saw a guy standing by our riding mower that the guy had dragged out of the little red barn. The Old Man also saw our small two-wheeled trailer full of things he took when he broke into our garage and the barn. He also saw my new-ish wheel barrow loaded down, as well as the back of my Ranger loaded down with our stuff, too.
The Old Man walked outside and stood on the back porch ramp and yelled at the guy and said “What are you doing with my riding mower?” The guy hemmed and hawed and said “the guy next door told me I could get this. You know him, don’t you?” The Old Man said “No, I don’t know him, but I’m pretty sure the police will know him when I call them.” That scared the guy off.
Thank the Lord that the low-life didn’t do anything to hurt the Old Man, and luckily the only thing he actually stole was the security camera that was mounted on the little red barn. But we got three good, clear videos of him before he put the camera in his pants pocket.
I called and made a report with the police, and they gave me an email address to send the videos. I asked if they would be sending some officers out to the house to talk to us, and they said no.
But the story doesn’t stop there.
I texted our neighbor Nicky Boy to let him know, and to ask him to help us get the riding mower [that hasn’t been started in 3 or 4 years] back in the barn. He said he’d be home in two hours, as he had just left his mom’s house in Cincinnati. He said he’d come over when he got home.
I was out in the backyard hanging my laundry out on the line old school, when I got a text from Nick along with a picture he had just taken in the edge of our field. It was a picture of the low-life thug. Low-Life had just stolen a new lawn mower from a house about a quarter of a mile up from our house. The mower was stuck in the drainage ditch, and he had asked Nicky Boy to help him get “his” mower out of the ditch. He went on to tell Nicky Boy that he mowed the grass back there and he really needed it. Nicky Boy told him that was a lie, because he was the one that mowed our field and his own field. Low-Life then got on his bicycle and pedaled off.
Nick called the police and also filed a report. About a half hour later, two LMPD officers came while we were sitting out in the back yard, and they went back to check out the stolen mower. When Low-Life stole the mower, he had to start it up to move it, so you could see a path that it had mowed while he was trying to steal it – leading the police to the house where it was stolen from. One officer stayed with the mower in case the Low-Life came back while the other officer drove over to the house that most likely had the mower. But Low-Life didn’t come back while the cops were there.
Nicky Boy went back to the ditch Tuesday afternoon when he got home from work and the mower was gone; we don’t know if the police had taken it or if Low-Life came back and got it un-stuck.
Monday afternoon, I ran up to Lowes and got some hasps and locks and Nicky Boy put those on the barn door and the garage side door, so we are all more secure.
It was not the way one would want to spend their holiday off from work, but thank the Lord we are safe and now more secure.
This sure was not the Fourth of July holiday off from work that I had planned. I don't have the energy to even begin to tell you about it, faithful readers. I will tell you the big story tomorrow.
Stay tuned.
TWIT and I would like to wish everyone a happy Fourth of July.
Let freedom ring.
Yesterday was without a doubt the happiest day I have had in the last 18 months: I got to see my Friend Of A Lifetime. The last time I saw and hugged Diva Stacy was 18 months ago at my Sweet Mother's funeral. I knew I would cry when I got to hug her, and sure enough, both of us had the tears flowing. But they were happy tears.
It's had to believe this year is half the way over today. To celebrate this occasion, I am taking a vacation day tomorrow, and will enjoy a four-day long holiday weekend.
Enjoy.
