One thing that may have helped is I have started getting out more. We can load up the wheelchair and get in the car and go exciting places. Like to pizza buffets with the kids. Or work. Either way, it’s broken the spell a bit, and whereas this morning I was watching The Price is […]
Breaking the TV habit Read Post »
I am watching far too much daytime television for my own mental health. About the only thing I can say in my own defense is: I am working, for the most part, while I watch this mess. I’m not watching soap operas or afternoon “People’s Court” clones. Still, it’s of some concern to me. I’ve
Daytime Television Read Post »
Not much new to report on the health front. I’m still home; I have a doctor’s appointment soon to see if I can start bearing weight again. If I can, then I begin on the long rehab home to walking again and being normal as close to normal as I ever am. And because I
Had hip surgery yesterday; it went well and I hope to get recovered enough to go to a rehab center in the next few days.
Well, hi all let me give you the short version: I decided to start dabbling in motorcycles about 9 months ago. All went well until January 6, when I had an accident. I won’t discuss the accident for legal reasons, but the injuries were: multiple fractures in pelvis bad break in right elbow left femur/hip
In a recent post, I caught myself griping about my schedule. What is particularly ugly about that is one of the things I included in that list of “things I gotta do” ended up with me getting to go to an Auburn University football game. In the skyboxes. Auburn v. New Mexico State, you say?
A few things that happened when I wasn’t blogging Read Post »
(hat tip: memory-alpha.org) I suppose everyone has them (if not, I suppose I’m in trouble) – those signature lines from books, movies, and discussions with your parole officer that burn their way into your consciousness and become THE go-to line that always plays in your head during certain situations. Often (as I discovered when
Or at least central Alabama. My son and I went with his school class to the Blue Bell plant in Sylacauga, AL. It was a very long way by bus. What I discovered today is that a group of 2nd-graders pumped up by a day out of school (and raw sugar) simply never stop talking.
See America by Bus Read Post »