Do you find yourself thinking "Oh no!" for the penguin, or "Mmmmm" for the Orca?
And what does that say about you?
We were at the eye surgery center at 6 a.m. and Pam was taken back about 7:10. Home by 9:15 or so. Everything went well and she spent the rest of the morning sleeping it off, face down on the therapy table we borrowed from the Roberts' PT clinic. She stays in that position except for short, necessary breaks until we go back tomorrow morning for her first post-op visit. The Dr. will take off the metal eye patch and make sure everything is good. Then she starts using the three different medicinal eye drop prescriptions.
We've been told, "It will be pretty uncomfortable for a few days," and "If you have any discomfort start with Tylenol before you use the Vicodin we're giving you."
She took one of the Vicodin at noon. It feels like she has a belt around her eyeball, but that's because she does. They call it a buckle, but basically it's a very tiny belt they put on the eyeball and cinch up to increase pressure inside the eye...I think that's why. Weird stuff. She also has a gas bubble inside her eye which they want to stay at the back, and that's why she's face down.
Not pleasant, but a short term unpleasantness to save the vision in that eye = very doable. And she's a good patient; doesn't complain at all.
I guess I have some vestiges of sexism left. I still can't get used to women who curse or have massive tattoos.
Spike Lee tweeted the home address of the shooter in the Sanford, FL case. Except he got the wrong address and an elderly couple had to flee to a motel because they received so many threats.
But it's all good because he tweeted an apology.
I'm thinkin' a tweeted apology takes care of it, how 'bout you?
And what if he had tweeted the address correctly? What did he want to accomplish with his effort, and is that any better?
Some parents are not getting the message. I sat in a Dunkin' Donuts down the street from the eye surgery center working on my sermon while Pam had her procedure done. I arrived about 6:30 and over the next 90 minutes or so watched a pretty continuous string of moms and dads come in with their school-age kids to pick up breakfast to go.
By 8 a.m. the kids are in school and the seniors with their funky plastic sunglasses show up.
The cheerful guy behind the counter told me to log on to their website, enter the code at the bottom of my receipt and take a brief survey. In return I'd get a free cup of coffee at my next visit. And that happens every time. He said he has one customer who comes in daily and hasn't purchased coffee in over 18 months because every day he uses their free internet to get another free cup.
This afternoon while Pam was sleeping I worked on the Ramber. The gas leak is solved. The bottom screw on the float bowl cover was loose. And I'm now convinced the tranny problem is linkage that needs adjusting. Last night I bought a shop manual for this car on eBay for the grand sum of $27, and when that arrives I'll use it to work on that adjustment.
What I did today was work on the interior, cleaning it up. Took out the seats, removed the sills, and gave everything a thorough going-over. It hasn't been cleaned in some time, but I think it's fun to give something that's been neglected a good cleaning and watch it come back to life. And this car is coming back nicely, mostly because it's still in very good condition.
The "All Transistor" AM (only) radio works. The cardboard glove box liner is in perfect condition. The sun visors are like new. All the courtesy lights work. And things like this are more remarkable given that the car is not only 46 years old, but has...
ready?...
191,000 miles on it.
I realized that while going through the spiral notebook detailing things like oil changes and new tires. The engine only has 30,000 on a very complete rebuild, and I don't really care how many miles there are on a fender or an air cleaner. Any car in this condition that has 191,000 on it was very well cared for.
According to the CDC the rate of autism has doubled in the last six years, to one in 88 children.
It's now generally agreed that ADHD was way over-diagnosed 10 years ago. Will we be saying the same thing about autism a decade from now? It is still a terrible condition and those who have it deserve every consideration. But a false diagnosis can't be good for any child.
Why did they charge the JetBlue pilot with federal felony crimes? Isn't this a pretty obvious case of some kind of psychotic episode? Seems pretty cold.
3 comments:
Craig,
Congratulations on the new addition to the family! A friend of mine was a big Rambler guy and used the following site for obtaining decoding and historical information: AMCyclopedia.org. It has some information that might be interesting and useful to you. Good luck! (Leslie and I are praying for a complete recovery for Pam!)
Rob
Thanks, Rob. Just bookmarked it. Just called the O'Reilly auto parts store up the hill and they have the valve cover gasket IN STOCK. But this engine was used into the 90's, incl. in Jeeps, so I'll get lucky like that sometimes.
The more I go through this car the better I feel about it. Always a gamble to buy something sight-unseen.
Re: penguin/whale pic... My reaction? Some penguin on that iceberg thought it would be fun to give the little guy a shove so he'd slide close the edge. Ooops, just a little too much...
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