They got everything this time

The recycling truck was just by.
I checked.
The wheelie bin is empty.
Of course, today was the household recycling.
We seldom have a lot in that bin.

At this point I should correct some things I wrote last week.
The bin for the green waste is not green.
Only the lid is green.
It is the garbage bin that's green ...with a black lid.

The household recycling bin is grey ...or gray ...with a blue lid.

knew you'd wanna know

Runaround

Yes...
Run around.
First, we run around and get ready.
Then, we load up the car.
Then we run around Redding (after running around the traffic circle, roundabout, rotary, or whatever you want to call it).

It's treatment day.
GS get her injections this morning.
We won't have to return again for another month, except to visit the doctor.

After the treatment she is visiting the hairdresser.
That will free me up for at least a few minutes to run around Redding some more.
I will figure out what I can get away with then.

Mrs Cuz missed her opportunity to chat with GS this morning.
GS answered the phone and Mrs Cuz immediately asked for me.
Then she put Cuz on the phone.

Gosh, that must be what it's like to have a secretary to make calls and answer the phone for you?

Okay... so what's new?

We had the camera out for a bit.
I really don't know what else to do with this one

go ahead, call them and say what's wrong with this picture

Then, while I didn't take the following picture, I know it will interest those who are fond of military aircraft like the C-17 Globemaster.

via email from a friend

it's all about perspective, anyway

They finally called...

Who finally called?
Read yesterday's post.

I've figured out what the problem is.
They have so many folks at so many levels handling customer service that everyone thinks someone else is taking care of it.

That, and they need someone who actually uses websites to design theirs.

and it only took five days

What happened to Monday?

Maybe that's the wrong question.

Some time, over the weekend, BP posted ...or is it reposted?
Anyway, he said I posted it "way, way back."
If he says so, I guess I did.
I was obviously relating a tale by someone else.
If it was about me, I'd surely have remembered... really I would.

The only reason this even comes to mind is because the tale he re-related is distantly connected to a current situation here.
Friday is wheelie bin day in our neighborhood.
(Unless said Friday falls in the week of a holiday.
Then Saturday becomes wheelie bin day and the trash guys only get one day off that weekend)
Every week the household garbage bin goes to the curb.
The household recycling (aluminum, glass, paper, cardboard, et al) or the yard waste (mostly grass cuttings or other agricultural stuff) is also put at the curb.
Last Friday was yard bin day.

The truck makes it's rounds early to pick of the household waste, most times passing through between 7 and 7:30am.
When the driver has completed the household waste route, he runs to the landfill and dumps the load.
The truck then returns over the same route collecting the recyclable yard waste.
That's usually sometime around 1pm, though that is only slightly relevant to this story.

When I am not doing more important things (whatever they are I couldn't tell you) I usually go out to the curb and return the bins to wherever it is most convenient to store them.
(That is subjective because there really is no place to store three ginormous bins that nobody in their right mind...
Suffice it to say I really have no place to put these bins where they are not in the way.)

I heard the truck (I always hear the truck ...it's as big as a house and makes all kinds of extra noises besides the engine sounds) in the afternoon and made my way out to bring in the green yard waste bin.
I arrived at the curb as the truck was pulling away and even waved to the driver.
I grabbed the handle of the bin as I watched the truck turn the corner at the end of the street.
I just about dislocated my shoulder.
The green bin was a lot heavier than I'd expected.
So I lifted the lid and peered inside.
It was still almost half full (or maybe a little more than half empty . . .YMMV).
The truck was gone so I couldn't signal the driver.
I wasn't about to hop in my car to chase him down, though I know some folks who would.
I mean if they were visiting my house and this happened, they would actually get in their car and pursue the yard waste recycling truck.
I decided to call the company.

Where is the phone number?
It sure isn't on their website.
But they do have a Customer Service link.
At the Customer Service link there is a Contact Us link.
It has one of those fill in the blank with your contact information and message forms.
I did just that.
I told them about my not so empty wheelie bin.
I also told them it would be a really nice service if they had a phone number on their site, too.
I would have liked to tell them more, but they limit the number of characters.
I checked the little box that asked them to contact me by phone.

That was between 1:30 and 2pm.
I received the following email not too long after.

Two hours later I replied, "How long is soon?"
The reply was returned because they don't monitor their email account.
So I went back into their message blank again.
I received an almost identical reply.
Waste Management obviously let their office staff start the 3 day weekend early.
I may, or may not, hear from them this morning.
My bin is still at the curb.
If the city inspector (or whatever the city snoop is called) makes an issue, I will definitely give him an earful.
Yes, I will watch my language and be diplomatic.
Today's his Monday.
I may not be quite so nice when Waste Management calls.
But I won't blame whoever it is.
They don't normally set policy.

didn't print their email

This all that it should be about

Memorial Day should stand alone and not be just a part of a three day weekend.

I knew that!

So the chairman of Levi Strauss & Co. is quoted as saying we should not wash our jeans.
I've been saying that for 60 years.
I had to hide my 501s to keep my mother from washing them.
She didn't believe they should be able to stand up by themselves.
...or be any color but blue.
I should mention that my mother would not buy Levis because they were too expensive (@ $3.75+tax).
She'd crap at today's price.
I had to purchase my own ...even at the age of ten ...from funds earned or received as gifts.
Finally, as the master [HSWHTPFIHC] of my own home, I have a pair of unwashed Levis.
They have remained unwashed for over ten years.
Nobody had even threatened to wash them.

There's one other thing I should tell you about those jeans.
I've only worn them two or three times.
I hate how they fit.
My preference is Wrangler  Boot Cut jeans, but I no longer wear them either.
I buy the comfort fit denims from Costco.
They've been washed so many times they're powder blue and soft as silk.

This time of year, though, when the weather turns warm, Sunny, or hot ...whatever it is the weather guys are calling today, I am in shorts, with empty pockets, staying as cool as possible.
The overnight low was 70 degrees.
The next step down clothingwise is almost naked.

almost 

One more time

It's related to this post

I read a post over here last week.
It set me off.

there's no relation

Okay... so this is the first of the big three

Huh?
Holiday weekends.
The beginning, middle, and the end of summer.
Memorial Day, Independence Day, and Labor Day.
It seems like everyone is going somewhere.
Some started on Wednesday.

I'm glad I didn't go to Costco yesterday.
The past two weeks I'd somehow managed to miss getting to Redding on Wednesday.
That meant the bagel run, TJ's and Costco were on Thursday.

Thursdays @ Costco

Thursday is when everyone who doesn't have to wait until Saturday or Sunday shops at Costco.

more Thurday @ Costco

If I hadn't know better, I would have imagined it was Christmas.
It is a [insert your favorite verb ending in -ing here] zoo at Costco on Thursdays.
First off, everyone wants to park by the front door.
They pull into the parking lot and drive as fast as possible to the corner of the lot nearest the doors and idle their motors waiting for someone to move from one of the choice parking spaces, some of which are unusable because others have abandoned their grocery carts there instead of taking them to the cart corral.
It is really frustrating for those who have finished their shopping and are read to leave, but cannot because someone is blocking them whilst awaiting a better parking spot.
Next, no matter how many times they have been to Costco, they are in awe.
I can tell because every time I go there the folks ahead of me come to a complete stop just inside the door.
That would be understandable if there was more than one direction to go ...or if someone was giving away free stuff, but the free stuff is at the back of the store.
Keep moving people!
That's just the first bottleneck.
I've noticed, too, that once inside Costco (and most other stores) the rules of the road no longer apply... and common courtesy is treated as a weakness.
I moved to the right so someone coming toward me could get past and somebody behind me rushed around me from the left cutting both of us off... [insert your favorite verb ending in -ing here] @$$weasel!
Then, there's those bottlenecks at other parts of the store.
There are the food tables, where folks gather around waiting for the next batch of imitation fried crablegs to come out of the microwave (or toaster oven).
These folks who're waiting don't care if they're blocking the aisles.
They're gonna get their due and probably a couple of extras for Aunt Maude and Uncle Cletus, not to mention all the kids [don't get me started on kids in Costco].
Then there's the area in front of the refrigerated produce alcove.
Half the folks who go in park their carts outside, in front of the entrance.
The other half take the carts inside where there really isn't enough room to maneuver a cart ...and heaven forbid if someone goes in the opposite direction of everyone else.
Anyhow, nobody can get out because carts are blocking the opening and nobody can get past the opening because the carts blocking the opening are also blocking the aisle ...and then someone, in their great wisdom said, "Hey! This would be a good spot to set up a food sample table."
There's also another bottleneck near the cash registers at the front of the building.
It's created by the proximity of the pharmacy to the cigarette cage.
They keep the cigarettes in a cage so they don't get out and attack non-smokers.
The folks at the pharmacy are lined up patiently waiting while the person(s) in front of them tell the pharmacy clerk their life history ...even the parts they've made up to keep it interesting.
And then there's the road blocks caused by the folks who run into family members or neighbors they see every day, but can't resist stopping and blocking the aisle in front of the coffee to have a "nice conversation."
Of course their carts are side by side with no space for anyone else to pass and they're oblivious.

Yesterday would have been even worse than other Thursdays.
That's what happens when we have a holiday.
Everyone stocks up for the weekend so they don't have to go out, or because they're going somewhere and have to bring it along.
The only day this week worse than yesterday will be today.
Because all of the out of town folks headed for the lake will be there.
The parking lot will be even worse because every other vehicle will be a boat or trailer being towed behind an oversized monstrosity and all of the drivers will be in a hurry because they don't want to be shopping.
They want to be communing with nature ...or whatever.
So they are already agitated even before they get inside the store.

Just thinking about it messes with my serenity.
The roads around here aren't going to be much better.
I'm glad I got the shopping done on Wednesday.
The parking lot was full, but the store itself wasn't too bad.

The clowns that moved the holidays around to create three day weekends never had to do any grocery shopping.

clown is a euphemism

I can't decide

Is it the timing?
or
Is it the location?

yeah, this is late

This is for the BP and the EIP

May, 21 2014

They know who they are...

...and I think Sarge will get a chuckle.

the chain's been yanked

I seldom do this

http://www.dispatch.com/content/sections/opinion/beeler-cartoons/index.html

But it speaks volumes.

click the image to enlarge

Whoa!

I wish I coulda taken this to school for show and tell.

If I'd've been out there when this occurred, I'd probably've freaked.

not necessarily exactly where it happened

BTW - I don't think I knew there was such a thing as a National Grassland and if I did, I probably thought it was at the east end of Golden Gate Park (near Haight St).

oh... the other kind of grass

I've sandbagged long enough (Monday update)

GS sees the oncologist again, later this morning.
I'm not sure there will be anything to report.


Here's where I tell you about Saturday's lone problem, which, as it turned out, wasn't really a problem so much at it was a minor inconvenience.

The rest stops at the bike ride are not required to have sanitation facilities.
They are there for the convenience of the riders and the volunteers who are working.
There are more volunteers than just those of us at the rest stops and lunch stops.
There are at least two patrolling vehicles for each of the four rides.
One monitors the route during the entire event another comes along after the last rider to make sure everyone gets back to the starting place.
In many cases they also have a radio operator because in the foothills cell phone service is real spotty.
There are also volunteers who can make an emergency delivery when one of the rest stops runs out of strawberries or peanut butter [HSWHTPFIHC].
The sanitation facility also makes the County Health Inspector happy.
The inspector is also happy when there is a tarp on the ground and all of the items involved in serving the food are at least six inches above grade (I honestly understand the rationale behind these requirements ...even though the specific environment makes them moot and common sense tells us that whatever would create an issue where they might not be moot would pretty much demand the rest stop, if not the entire event, be shut down so there would be no public health issue involved).
I have a theory that some people spend too much time in school, learning what the book says, and not enough time in life, learning what's real.

But I digress.
About the big blue port-a-whatsis*, hereinafter called the thing.
We arrive at our site.
The first thing we noticed was that the company who delivered the darn thing had placed in right dead smack in the middle of where we set up the two canopies for the rest stop.
It was not their fault.
Whoever had been setting up the routes had place the stake to mark it's location on the wrong side of the road.
I'm thinking now that it was probably easier to drive the stake into the ground there because it is softer than where the thing needed to be placed.
It isn't so much that there was room where it had been left.
It is more about ambiance.
Even temporary roadside rests have to have ambiance.

Fortunately, for us, the thing is very light, when empty, and PHG's friend, who came along to assist, is a muscular 6'5", 250 lbs of muscle (the man works out six days a week).
I'm pretty sure he could've picked it up one handed, but he didn't.
It slid across the road quite well on the built-in skids.

yeah, it's an outhouse

*potty ...okay?

Yesterday (Saturday)

The only problem we encountered yesterday at our lunch stop location for the Century Ride involved the structure in this picture.

I will explain...

...later.

It was a perfect day.
Temperatures were in the eighties.
There was a light breeze.
We had plenty of help.
Riders appeared in small groups so we were never overwhelmed.

We did provide for over 80 riders at out location, though.
We arrived about 8:00am, set up the E-Z Ups, bike racks and what-all.
The first riders appeared around 9:30.
The last five came through about 2:30pm.
It isn't a race after all.
We broke everything down and were gone by 3:00pm.

We left the sight at least as clean as we found it.

a nice day in the country

Patches

Sarge wrote a post about patches.
It reminded me that all I have remaining from my brief, but entertaining, Navy career is a single piece from the original seabag purchase.
Yes, I said purchase.
Contrary to what many folks believe (even many of my shipmates remained clueless), the Navy did not give away all those garments.
We purchased them from Clothing & Small Stores [I don't know what they call it now].
Of course the Navy provided the funds to purchase said garments and paraphernalia and we never actually saw the funds.
Someone once said it was our "Enlistment Bonus."

Anyhow, that one garment I have left is my work jacket.
It was one of the few garments we were allowed to customize to some extent.
That customization consisted of cruise patches and ship's logo patches.

I won't insult anyone by telling you this is the front....

...and this is the back.

The patch above is a holdover from before the ship was almost completely rebuilt at the Pearl Harbor Naval Shipyard in 1962.

This patch was subsequent and about twice the size of the original patch.
The missile-like object represents the fact that Wiltsie carried ASROC, a pretty nifty piece of equipment.

This patch was available to all crew who participated in the WestPac Cruise of 1963.
The number 7 represents the Destroyer Squadron (DESRON7), made up of two destroyer divisions of four ships each.
Ironically, the only times we actually steamed with any of the other ships in the squadron was while in transit from CONUS to WestPac, for an underway replenishment, or in port for R & R.
Otherwise the closest we were was about 80-100 miles on picket duty.

There's one more thing, sewn on the sleeve.
It is called a crow.
I actually earned that during the cruise.

Another item the radar gang got to sew on their sleeve was the Green "E."

It was the hardest one to get and we only had the opportunity about once in three years in competition with the other ships in the squadron during operational readiness inspection [which was kinda like a war game].
No, it's not on the work jacket, but it's worth mentioning because it represented a lot of work.

It's off to the foothills and the lunch stop for the Century Bike Ride today.
Maybe I will take some pictures.

gonna be a long day

It is what it is

I never quite knew what that means until the last couple of years [maybe less].

Heck... I'm only now learning how to live in the moment.
I've been taking lessons for about twelve years.

So today's post has a little bit of something for everyone ...maybe?
If it isn't here, then you might find it here.

these can all be enlarged by clicking on them

'nuff said

Proof

It is all about the timing...

this is a screenshot from a few minutes ago

So then I went over to the NASA site...

off the West Coast of Chile

It has an explanation of why sometimes you get black scenes and sometimes gray scenes.

beats talking about the weather

I had something else in mind

from January 2014

Then the pictures of this arrangement distracted me.

This weekend is the Century Ride the Lions Clubs from Anderson and Enterprise sponsor.
So most of the week has been spent preparing the logistics for our part in it.
The good news is it is cooling down from yesterday's "FAIR" to "Mostly SUNNY" on Saturday*.

so is it "UNFAIR" if it's cloudy or cold

*those are the official weather service terms

Fair?

I thought the term was Sunny.

I can't guarantee this works

But if it does it's really cool


Live streaming video by Ustream
I found it here.
According to the post it won't be around forever.
There is more good stuff at this site.

yep, it is kinda boring

Found this

...and that explains a lot.

If this is Monday...

...aren't we due for an update?

Theoretically, yes.
But really, you've set your expectations too high.
We only call them Monday updates.
If they actually occur on Monday it's purely coincidental.
Besides, there's nothing to report.
Well... almost nothing.
Try as she might, GS has been unable to drink as much Ensure as the docs want her to drink [almost ended that sentence with a preposition instead of the infinitive].
She doesn't see the doc again until a week from today.
That mean, of course we probably won't have a Monday Update next Monday, either.
She does, however, get to go for her second visit for the new treatment and lab work.
How propitious that they're on the same day and can be done at the same place.

So... what's all this, If this is Monday... crap?
It's music Monday*!!!!
Yay!
Yesterday morning, whilst meandering around the webbage, I found a blog that had found this...



That's the short version.
The full version is in two parts.
I'm sure you can find them.

On another note, I have a meeting this afternoon.
It is the monthly meeting of the Board of Directors the Senior Center.
There's an acronym, but I won't bore you with those details.
It seems like I spend a lot of time at meetings.
I hope it goes fast.

probably jinxed it now

*I made that up

Happy Mothers Day

I'm not sure I even want to try to top this.

update 0915:

 They seem to always come through with something.

thanks guys

Say what!

My favorite weather source is telling us it's partly cloudy on the way to Mostly Sunny.
My eyes and ears tell me we are only a few raindrops short of a gully washer.

Bonus post ...again

I may have been a little previous

I made an assumption yesterday afternoon. 
About 5:00pm I posted a local weather updated from the iPhone, pressed PUBLISH, and thought that was it.
I went about the rest of the Thursday routine until about 7:00pm, when I made the weekly burrito run.
(that would be a Chili Verde burrito in a bowl rather than wrapped, with the jalapeño on the side)

I had left the house around 5:30 and joined with some friends for a meeting.
When the meeting broke up I headed across the street for the burrito stand.
It was raining a little.
A few minutes later, when I came out of the burrito stand, it was raining a lot.
(the local weather guy said Anderson had more than a quarter inch of rain in the 30 minutes it rained)

When I got home I found that the phone post had not been published.
That meant, of course, this would have to wait or you'd all think I had gone over the edge.

So, no, it didn't miss, after all.

I'm sure glad I finished installing the irrigation system in the vegetable garden.

food and weather are always good topics

Yep... mist (missed)

Busy

It has been about eight years since we planted any vegetables in the garden.
That was mostly because it seemed like we were away too much to care for them ...or harvest.
This year we are back at it in a small way:

• three tomato plants [different varieties]
• three pepper plants [also different varieties]
• two cucumber plants
• one zucchini squash [because everyone plants zucchini squash]

I have just about finished the set up of the drip irrigation (want to finish before it starts to rain again).

What I am getting at is the local weather guy keeps telling us that the we're only going to get a brush by of the weather systems hitting the Northwest.
That we won't see any rain from them.
Invariably there's enough to make it uncomfortable to be outside.
The one the other day produced some ginormous raindrops that didn't land very close together and dried in seconds.
So far these little inconveniences have been scattered.
We call them Oregon Mist.
It's because they've missed Oregon.

can't say I blame them

Back where we belong

At least for a day or so.

Mmmmm ...okay!

My good friend the the Brighton Pensioner was talking about loonies yesterday.
All I could think about is the Canadian dollar coin is called the Loony.
I think there's just a little irony in that BP was talking about politicians, the Canadians about money ...and that somehow money and politicians are almost inseparable.

 really!

note:

I sometimes find it difficult to decide just which word in a post should provide a link to whatever it is I am referencing.
I also realize some browsers make it difficult to ascertain that there is even a link unless the viewer mouses over the word.
Hey! That's the way we roll.

Heh!

Someone with an extensive background in TV production sent this to me...

...after she moved to another state [in a different time zone].

May, 5 2014

May, 5 2014 is a Bank Holiday in England.

who knew

Comfy here

Pancake Sunday (and a further Monday update)

Or biscuits & gravy, or French toast.
Anyway, it's the first Sunday so volunteers will be serving up breakfast at the Senior Center this morning until about 11:00am.

I have to be careful what I post here.
Mrs. Cuz has become a regular reader.
She doesn't post comments.
I get emails.
That's how I find out there's been a shortage of information in a post.
She is not fond of acronyms and abbreviations with which she's not familiar.
I thought everyone knew what NSFW means.

click the image to enlarge

I know whenever I get an email it is going to mean more writing for me.

GS went for her first treatment on Friday.
That's the intramuscular infusion I mentioned.
Intramuscular infusion is kinda like a shot in the @$$ except it takes longer and requires a syringe for each cheek.
It doesn't take up much time, but because all I's must be dotted and T's crossed there are a million questions to be answered every time we visit for any kind of treatment (or admission to the hospital).
The nurse reads the questions to the patient.
The patient rolls their eyes and gives the same answer she has been giving for the past 16 months or so.

So we were there for about 40 minutes [instead of 15].
There were a number of questions from the receptionist, too, before GS was even escorted by the nurse to the infusion center with it's big comfy recliner chairs that are literally useless when someone is having and intramuscular infusion.

GS get so return for another treatment in two week, followed by one more two weeks after that.
Then the treatments are monthly.

So far the only side effect she has possibly experienced in some fatigue, but that's hard to tell because some fatigue's been present for the past two years.

I won't regale you with the tale of what happened when I went to pick up some prescriptions yesterday.
But I will say I have figured out why the pharmacy clerks are not necessarily happy people.

dumb stupid stuff

I have been waiting all year

Guess what today is.
Be glad it's Saturday because this is probably NSFW.

who knew?

The Navy rocks (something the AF knows little about)

some sailor posted this on F/B

I have nothing to add to the post from yesterday afternoon. . .

                                                        . . .yet!

I have enjoyed such moments . . .on a smaller ship.

Then there's this.

not for the faint of heart

Here's the latest (aka Monday Update)

 Currently. . .

. . .and yesterday was 91

So GS had the visit to the cardiac surgeon this morning.
It was, in essence, a follow up, checking the status of an aneurism, of which we already had knowledge.
It has increased in size, though not enough to be a candidate for repair.
At this point it's a watch and wait.
It seems there is more risk to the patient from surgery than from the aneurism until it reaches a certain size.
So they will perform CT scans to see what develops.
We were in and out of the office in less than 45 minutes.

Tomorrow GS goes back to the oncology clinic for her first treatment.
I'm still a little confused about how often the treatments are.
It may be once a month.
Then again, it might be once this week, again next week, then again in two weeks, and once a month after that.
It really doesn't matter too much.
We'll do whatever it takes.

Oh and we're making every attempt to put some weight on GS.
It seems like that's been the one critical concern of all of the health care providers.

just how many Mondays have there been this week

So this is how it goes (is it still Monday?)

Yesterday morning the TV in the family room was on so GS could watch whatever it is she watches.
Suddenly the screen went black and the sound went away.
Forever.

The black screen and no sound thing has happened before.
I had chalked it up to the vagaries of satellite or cable.
It turns out we had a perfectly fine cable signal.
Two other TVs and the tuner were operating just fine.
A few tests were run on the BIG (as in heavy [really too heavy]).
11 years ago when we bought it, it took my brother and I all the strength and energy we could muster to carry that sucker in and put it in the entertainment center that looks like a pie case.

bad iPhone pic of the pie case

It was a goner... the TV, not the pie case.
So it was a given we would have to replace said TV.
The issue was not getting a new television.
It was who was going to remove the old one.
The piece of junk.
The TV that we needed a pickup truck to bring home in the first place.
Because there is no point in having a new one when the old one is blocking its use.

PHG came through.
She has a new friend.
They met for coffee a few days (weeks?) ago.
He's 6'6" and has a one-ton truck.
He lifts weights . . .well he works out at a gym regularly.
He handled the old set almost like it was a portable.
The only difficulty was at the door . . .because the set is so big.
Only one of them at a time could get through the door.

We have a new TV.
It weighs about 26 lbs.
It has a 40" diagonal screen.
It is one of those smart HDTVs with a flat screen.
The old one was HDTV with a flat screen too.
But it wasn't very smart and was like the last of those before plasmas and LEDs.

The new one didn't come without problems.
I had to call customer service to get it to recognize that the cable box was plugged in.
If I'd known it used HDMI cables I could've avoided that step.

Tomorrow we tackle another issue.
The panel on the power inverter for the solar panels shows a fault.
There are eight panels on the roof gathering sunlight and sending it absolutely nowhere.
I'm really not going to worry too much about it until later.
First, GS has an appointment with the cardiac surgeon in Redding.
This is the same surgeon who put us in touch with Doc "S" in Sac, who rebuilt her aorta 16 months ago.
This time we are discussing the aneurism in the ascending aorta.
There was some concern on the part of the oncologist after he saw the results of the CT/Pet scan.
We are not surprised by this.
We already know this and another aneurism exist.

Friday GS gets to have her first treatment with the new intramuscular med.

In other news, my daughter had a kidney stone.
She was not well.
They told her it was the size of two garbanzo beans (chick peas).
She had laparoscopic surgery destroy it yesterday morning because the urologist thought it was urgent.
I left her alone yesterday.
I'll be calling (or messaging) her as soon as I finish this post.

Oh, yeah and the vegetable garden finally got planted.

I bring all of this up because I want y'all to know that this stuff just happens.
It isn't happening to me.
I just happen to be present and a participant  . . .mostly a secondary participant.

in other words, $#!+ happens