I apologize for not 'blogging for a while, but my status is very Bo-ring! I guess I feel like I've settled into a very predictable routine. Thing is, if I want people to read my 'blog, I have to update it on some kind of regular basis. I'll try harder.
Levels yesterday, 8/30, as shown, click to enlarge, use back button to return.
Chemo next Tuesday, 9/7. I usually get Chemo on Mondays, but I guess the staff wants off for Labor Day! Go figure!
I'm feeling very good. Last week I managed to get out on the bike 3 times, for a total of about 50 miles, which was pathetic. Part of the reason was that I had some stuff going on, but really I could and should have done better. This week I had levels last night, then went to see my mom tonight, so no bike rides yet. Hopefully I'll get a few more rides in yet this week.
My mom is doing well. Seems to be getting her mind around the idea of being in a care facility while she heals up. Tonight when I arrived to see her, I bumped into my brother Ed and sister Deb, singing for the folk. It was very well received. The two biggest sing alongs were Home on the Range and God Bless America.
I'm sure it's nice for the people to hear live music, real people singing familiar tunes. Nothing lifts the spirit quite like music.
They sang quite a mix, a few religious songs (The Old Rugged Cross got a nice sing along), Everly Brothers, ...some Jim Croce (I Got a Name...no, wait, I got a... No. 2 engine out!).
OK, that joke was in very bad taste, but as we all know, tragedy + time = comedy and so that is what I was going for. Feel free to crack jokes about me when I'm gone. We both know you will.
Anyway, my mom's doing OK, waiting for the arm to heal so she can get to rehab. She's impatient but seems to be settling in for the long haul.
Our pals The Bs belong to Florida now. A bunch of us helped them load their moving truck on Saturday. Saturday night we posed for our version of the "Last Supper". Judging from the picture, our Last Supper was grain based, pretzels and hops.
Notice the LIVESTRONG bling.
Monday morning they closed on the sale of their house and pointed their moving truck south. About 9:00 tonight we got a picture of them in their new home in The Villages. Our 'hood will never be the same.
Austin was crushed, I'm sorry to report. But he's doing better now.
RANDOM THOUGHTS:
My beloved White Sox are in the playoff hunt, at least, and that makes things interesting. I find sports a nice distraction in my old age.
I've been DVRing some old movies. For some reason, I like watching them. I don't mind that they're in B & W. I've watched 3 or 4 old Bogart films recently, Dark Passage, Key Largo, The Big Sleep, Treasure of the Sierra Madre (the ORIGINAL source of "Badges? We don't need no stinkin' badges!").
OK, was Bogey a matinee idol? Or were people drawn to him because they perceived him to be a good actor? He was a scrawny dude, looked old in every movie I remember seeing him in, baggy eyes, and his teeth were pretty tobacco stained...
Betsy Bacall, to me was a babe in her day (is she still alive?). I do "get" her as a star.... Bogey, I'm not so sure.
Edward G. Robinson (Johnny Rocco, Key Largo) was part lizard. You expect him to zap a fly with his tongue from about 10 feet away at any moment. A face only a mother could love, indeed.
Why did they pull their pants up to their armpits, back in the day? Most of the stuff you see in the old movies seems pretty normal. Then you see a guy whose shoulder blades are rubbing the top of his waistband, and it makes you wonder wt_ was up w/that.
And the ties, which hung down about 3" below the knot? Was there a textile shortage? Please explain.
Here's another thing that LEAPS out at me: Hair care products in 1948 were for shee-ott. Girls hair looks like a giant frizz bomb. What's up with that?
... So, like I said, very boring right now. I guess I should hope something exciting happens, but maybe I shouldn't wish for that either.
Hope this finds you all well. Thanks for checking in. I'll be 'blogging again real soon.
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