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Can you see the juice container?
Tuesday, April 14th, 2015... My daughter Diane left early Saturday
morning, along with two of my grandsons, Justin - soon to be 14 and Brady - soon
to be 12. Now, let me state right up front that I am not complaining
because all my grandkids are super well-behaved. Hmmm, maybe one could use a
little more parental guidance. However, I will not name names because this
isn't the time. If the parent asks me, I will be happy to reveal which one
spoiled. Okay, back to Justin and Brady. Sunday morning is the day I check the garage and take out the trash and recycling to the road.
The garage is always in need of 'putting stuff' away so that is how the reader
can tell that I am not complaining. Now, my daughter is pretty liberal
when it comes to their behavior. However, when it affects her sniffer,
look out! She has always had this sensitivity to smells and odors and
Hmmm, never thought of it, but I could have taken her hunting with me when she
was young. My dog, Shotzie, would have loved having her help find the
pheasant and quail. I am digressing. One morning, Di jumped all over her
kids when she opened the door to go down to the garage to get ready for the beach.
Did I hear a WHY? She knew right away that they did not put their bait away
from yesterday's fishing adventure.
Now, do you see how good of a sniffer she has?
The grandmother, naturally, defends and says, "Oh, that is just the basement
smell." Now, my garage/basement almost never has a smell because I keep a fan
on when the humidity builds up and the four doors are left open during the day.
Okay, moving on to Sunday - down to straighten up the garage and take out the
trash. First thing, I see are the bikes lying on the garage floor. Then, I
notice towels and rags spread around. Chairs out of place! No big deal.
Opening the garage doors, I see the fishing bucket and rags and the tackle box
outside. Again, no big deal. I also notice something in one of my trees. I
look closer and what do I see - a juice container stowed in a hook on the
tree. Well, my friends, that was the last straw. Everything else is
stowed for their next visit, but that juice container is going to stay in that tree until those little
angels come back in July. (See you at the end of the month - the 28th.)
Tuesday, March 31st, 2015... Leaf Blowing is an art. I am not comparing it to
the glass blowing that I once saw when I was a kid on the boardwalk in Seaside.
However, blowing the leaves out of my driveway has become
art for me. If I continue doing this much thinking about it, I might come
up with my third invention this year. For those who don't know, I have
already invented a recycling trash bag and a fire escape mechanism for the soundside, top deck of 1205. Yes, my mind is working at a rapid pace.
I wonder which pill Helga is giving me is causing this conundrum. The
reason why I have to come up with a new invention for removing the leaves from
the driveway is because they fall during two seasons in Surf City, and they fall
so fast. I did the driveway on Tuesday and by Thursday, it was again
covered with a blanket of leaves. Yes, a blanket, I could not see any of
the concrete. Helga believes more leaves fall in the spring than in
autumn. I will let her count them. Well, my invention will include
both my electric leaf blower and the new battery-powered one that my kids bought
me for Christmas. I haven't used the new one yet because the battery
wasn't charge, but I will the next time I do the driveway. The glass
blower in Seaside made me think about other things that were on the boardwalk
when I was a kid, and I was going to talk about them. However, I hate to
get wordy so I will just mention a few of them - the girl in the iron lung, the
laughing fat lady, the gypsy guessing weights and/or ages, and the giant swan
ride. Last but not least, I believe my wife and my sister operated the
'last' fishing pond on the boardwalk in good old Seaside Heights. News Flash: WOW! I used my
CPAP last night for the first time. WOW! (Check back here on April
Tuesday, March 17th, 2015... Happy St. Patrick's Day to all my Irish friends
and to all those who wish they were Irish. I remember the days when - no I will
stop right there because this Rambling is about spring. Yes, Spring of 2015 is
this Friday. The first day of spring can come on the 20th or the 21st(our
son's birthday) - depending on the exact time of the Spring Equinox.
Believe it or not, I know what that means. It is when the sun crosses the
equator supposedly making day and night the same. See, Mr. Olson, I still
remember what you taught us in 7th grade science. Spring also means getting
ready for the kids to start their treks to Topsail Island. The first one is
usually around Easter, but with all the missed days of school caused by the cold
weather, I would guess the odds now are 50-50. However, I am betting on family
coming. I better start getting 1205 prepared. The first thing I do is get the
beach 'stuff' ready. The second chore is getting the basement/garage in order.
Well, I am happy to say that that is done. Why? Well, the cold weather even
affected us - with a broken pipe which Trey repaired. However, I had to clean
up that mess last Tuesday because the temperatures allowed me to work outside,
and Helga gave me that 'or else' look when she left to lunch with the old
ladies. Oops, I mean young ladies. A few other outside chores need to be done,
but I need Trey for them - checking the roof, cutting back the branches over the
driveway, taking out a big branch that has grown over the pool, and anything
else Helga wants me to do. I won't have Trey open the pool yet, and I won't
call Michele to start mowing the lawn either, but those chores are on my list of
things to do, too. I have one more item on my to-do list which my wonderful
children wrote in the BTISV, which stands for the Book To Improve Summer
Vacation. They want a fire escape from the second floor, which is definitely
needed. I am surprised that the town doesn't make builders/home owners install
some method of escape from the top floors besides jumping. Well, I am happy to
say that after months of contemplating the situation, I have come up with a
solution. Actually, two devices will be used - a rope ladder for the younger
ones and a sturdier device for the rest of us. Send one dollar for a picture of
the fire escape gismo which I designed for escaping 1205 on the soundside. No, Rip,
jumping from the deck into the pool is not an option. (Let's make a play
date for March 31st.)
Tuesday, March 3rd, 2015... My story today starts in February of 2008.
Yes, it has been seven years since my right knee has been replaced. No,
the problem is not the knee; it is a little higher than that. However, it
started with that hospital stay when I found out my oxygen level was low.
Big deal.....I will take deeper breaths. But, no the hospital sent me home
with oxygen tanks which were soon replaced by an Oxygen Concentrator by my
primary doctor, who told me that I only had to use it when I went to bed at
night. That I could handle. However, he also recommended a sleep
study which I completed under duress because it was pure torture. They
told me that I had sleep apnea. Okay, give me a CPAP and I will be on my
way. Nope, that is not how it works. They told me that I had to come
back for another night of study to see which one suited my needs. I said,
"No way. I have no problems sleeping." I thought the oxygen would
suffice. My primary urged me to go back, but I 'thought' I was smarter.
To keep this from getting lengthy let me just give some high points before I get
to last Thursday when I finally went back for my second night of torture.
December(2014) - EKG finds an irregularity in my heart. January(2015) -
heart monitor confirms it. January(2015) - heart specialist finds
PVC's (premature ventricular contractions). More tests reveal nothing else -
heart is in good shape. Thank you, God! However, the heart doctor wants me to go for
study because there was a three second pause of the heart when it was being
monitored. All good news so far. February 18th, I met with
Antoinette Izzo, the sleep specialist, who was FANTASTIC!!!! She explained
everything about sleep apnea to me and opened my stubborn eyes to a dangerous
situation. I learned that oxygen is not the main way to treat sleep apnea,
and sleep apnea can cause other serious situations which I never knew about.
I am not blaming my primary. I am at fault for not following up on it or
learning more. February 26th - the final night of torture! They woke
me up three times to try different settings and three types of CPAP's.
DONE! Now, I am waiting for
Antoinette to send my prescription to Coastal Carolina Respicare so Tony, my
cannula guy, can set me up with my CPAP. (Let's meet again for a drink on
St. Patrick's Day.)
Tuesday, February 17th, 2015... The next time that you look in a mirror -
stop for a long second or two. What do you see? Do you see yourself
or do you see an older version of yourself? I am lucky. I truly see myself
standing there. They say the mirror doesn't lie so I am happy with what I see.
I may have mentioned this already, but a year or two after my father made the
transition - I thought I saw him in the mirror standing behind me. Naturally,
he wasn't there, but I was glad that he was still keeping an eye on me.
What about pictures? When I look at our old photos, I smile when I see all the folks in my past
and present that I have loved and who have loved me.
However, when I look at recent pictures of myself, I would rather look like the
image I see in the mirror. What do you think - does a mirror or photo do a
better job representing how you really look? Moving on.... This cold
weather is forcing me to read more so I checked out all my various spots for
stories that don't make it to FOXNEWS. This one is about a seventeen year
old lad who, last week, had to have a penis reduction. It is the first of
its kind. I hope he doesn't regret it later on in life because my friend,
PC in Tennessee, who is a few years older than I am said that things on his body
started shrinking. He said that at the age of 75 his penis started
shrinking so much that his wife renamed it Turtle. I am digressing.
Let's get back to the seventeen year old who had to face this drastic surgery.
I am not going to get explicit here, but his penis grew so large that it
prevented him from having sex or playing sports. I wonder which one was
more important to him. The urologist at the University of South Florida,
who treated the teenager, said that the request left him speechless. Again,
I am leaving out details about how it looked after the surgery, but I am happy
to say the surgeon was quite pleased. To me, that is not important - I
hope the seventeen year old can now play sports. ALL SPORTS!!!!!
(March 3rd is our next date.)