Monday, September 13, 2010
I walked the dogs today, then spent the morning until after two getting ready for tomorrow. I had enough pass-outs for the class, and for just one walkin, so I didn't have to make more copies. I couldn't find a missing page in my book, so I just marked a spot to do peripheral vision.
The BW backed out of the garage to visit her back doctor and missed the driveway almost completely by the time she was to the street. I have had to replace the sprinkler next to the driveway and street on that side once already, and I suspect there will be another time. It's supposed to be protected by having a piece of flexible pipe hooking it up to the rest of the system, so it just sinks down, but that doesn't always work.
I read the comics at 3:00 PM, which isn't the way to start your day, and nothing much else happened except normal living.
Sunday, September 12, 2010
I cut the grass today, read the Sunday comics, worked on SparkPeople once in a while, and spent a lot of time trying to get the BW to decide whether we will spend one or two nights in Indianapolis. I am about to tell her sister that we are going to spend a day and a half about 60 miles from her, and that she can catch up with us there, which is a lot better than going from the east side of Cleveland to middle of Milwaukee. I'll have to call tomorrow. I also have to get ready for a safe driving class Tuesday and Wednesday tomorrow, so I'll have something to do.
Lately I have gone back to making up "to-do" lists, which isn't what a retired guy should be doing, but Alzheimer's will set in if I don't write everything down. I hate it when I forget something. There are a lot of things I need to get to tomorrow, and it's 90 minutes past my bedtime.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Joe Varsalone died yesterday. He was only 91, but had been in the hospital for the last two weeks. He had leukemia, and had been getting a transfusion every four weeks for the last two years. Murray Smith called with the news, talking pretty fast. Murray is a contemporary of Joe, and Murray keeps telling people that he is going to live to be 100, so I think he might be a little worried. I just tell them Iím probably good for another twenty years. That way, I donít have a fixed date to die, which takes the pressure off.
Anyhow, I used to wait tables at the Country Breakfasts with Joe, and he was an old time Kiwanian who used to do the 50-50 every week until he got too feeble to make it to the meetings. The viewing is today from 4 to 6, and the service is at six. I donít like funerals much, but Iím going to this one for Joeís family.
When I was at Case, I lived in a funeral home one year with two other guys. We had the third floor to ourselves, which was like a big apartment except for the missing kitchen. All we had to do was to be sure one of us was there from 6 PM until 6 AM every day and to answer the phone Ė correctly.
One of the funerals had a rich woman laid out for three days, and there was only one visitor. She had been 94. I learned that from the visitor, who had been her maid. When I asked her why there werenít any other visitors, she said that all of the family and friends were dead. It reminded me of the old Classical Greek ideal Ė to die immediately after you crowning achievement. That always bothered me because I didnít know when I had hit my peak, and I donít mind retirement anyhow.
The bottom line is this; Joe needs to have some mourners to make his family feel like he is missed.
Friday, September 10, 2010
Between me and the dogs I walked 5.24 miles today, and my pedometer reads15487 right now. I get a little envious of the young guys building muscle, but everyone has the body and situation that they have, and you have to live with it. My joints are shot, but Iím able to keep going through a combination of the food I eat and the supplements I take as well as the activities I do.
I tried some of the weight lifting exercises during rehab, and ended up with a recurrence of a problem with a herniated disk in my neck. The weights that caused the trouble were two Danskin dumbbells set at eight pounds each, and using them soon kept me from sleeping for a few weeks again. Thatís not even a beginning weight for any normal person, but it was too much for me, so I stick with the back exercises from my neurologist, the big rubber bands, and a few calisthenics from my youth. You would never know that I used to belong to a gymnastic fraternity, or spent summers in a steel mill and as a hod carrier. Now I canít even ride an exercise bike, but I still can walk (with orthotics to pamper my bunions). Itís a little depressing to read about guys running three miles (five kilometers) in 20 minutes when it takes me about an hour to walk that far, but at least Iím still making the distance. Iím going to try jumping rope to see if I can survive that. My focus is on functional fitness Ė just to keep going and cut my own grass.
Everyone has limitations, and the only thing you can do is to figure out how to get the task done, no matter what disadvantages you have. Then, when you succeed, you get to feel good.
Thursday, September 09, 2010
I weighed in tonight and gained 4.25 pounds since last Thursday, which surprised me a little. I'm still in leeway, but getting close to the top. Then I thought about it, and realized it was probably the potato chips, corn chips, and commercial salsa I had with four Old Milwaukee NA yesterday. I remember thirty years ago when I mentioned that drinking beer always made me heavier the next day, and a nurse scolded me and told me that beer makes you lose weight because it's a diuretic. I tried to explain it to her, but she had read a book.
When I drink, I eat. Lots. Every beer I drank on my way home from work went with one bag of potato chips, and sometimes a bowl of chili too. The oil from the potato chips slowed down the beer's absorption and let me drive, if not safely, at least without accidents or close calls. The weight gain was probably due to the salt on the chips or popcorn, but it was definitely there. Saturday morning was always a heavy day 30 or 40 years ago.
Our son-in-law says everything is going well still for the youngest daughter. She has been counting calories since grade school, and was doing well until the first pregnancy. Then she gained some, and lost less than she gained. It was the same story for all four pregnancies, and she started talking about bariatric surgery 10 years ago. Various doctors have done what they could, and it took them many months to prepare her for this, so I hope it finally will make some difference. She thinks it will add 10 years to her life expectancy, and the rest of the family is doing their best to help her. The other two kids want to do something to show support, but are waiting to see what she will accept. Jim wanted to bring flowers today, but she said her allergies were bothering her and forbid him from bringing flowers - so the other two can't send them either.
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