Consider
this - “Going out is good.. Coming home is better!
Good morning
fellow Drivellers. Barney here. Grandpa was going to write this
week's blog but boy oh boy was he mad. I've never seen him so mad. He
was yelling and speaking words so fast that I thought he was speaking
in tongues. It scared me. Grandma told me to start writing and maybe
he would cool down a little later. It seems as though it has happened
to him again. Yep, a $2.00 part to fix the basement toilet has become
an extended project. He has made 2 trips to Menards and 1 to
Do-It-Best and still has a problem.
Max was so
scared he was shaking and of course petrified. He simply could not
move. Mom went over to calm him down and he flopped over on his back
with his legs straight up in the air. What a goof ball.
Hey, good
news, Grandpa is back. His face is a bit flushed but he has a steamy
cup of French Roast in hand and I think he wants to take over. Here
he is gang!
Hi Drivellers.
I am calming down a bit, I think. Let's give Barney a shout out for
jumping in at the last second and getting the blog started. Thanks
Barney. Yes, Barney, thanks for the face licks also. No I can still
see through my glasses. Things are a little blurry but what's new.
What set me
off folks is the stupid toilet in the basement. My current wife
mentioned the other day, maybe a couple of weeks ago, that it was not
functioning properly. On a whim while we were at Menards, I broke
down and bought a repair kit including both the flush valve assembly
and the fill valve assembly. Done it a million times, about an hour
and it would be done.
WRONG!!!! Oh, the replacement parts were great,
fit properly and everything except the gasket between the tank and
the bowl. I assembled everything, turned the water on, filled the
tank, flushed and got drenched from the waist down since I was
sitting on the stool. Water, cold water, came out of everywhere.
Catching my breath and after I turned the water off, I analysed the
problem, read the directions and decided the rubber gasket between
the tank and bowl was the problem. Okay, bale the water out of the
tank, take the tank off, take the new gasket off and put the old one
back in. Assemble as before, flush, drenched again. I decided right
then that we really didn't need a toilet in the basement anyway.
Turned the lights off and watched TV.
I had
the opportunity to watch PBS (not my favorite) the other night. They
were running a program “BREAKFAST
SPECIAL 2 - REVENGE OF THE OMELETS”. Some
of you know that I have an aversion to eating eggs. I know it seems
strange but I have my reasons. I am not alone with this affliction. A
good church friend, the Traveler, also is afflicted. I could not
stomach watching the whole program. Despite loading up with TUMS and
various acid reflux meds, my stomach started bubbling uncontrollably.
It had been suggested that this program may be good therapy but that
was not the case. Speaking of the Traveler. He is in the hospital
these days and will be for a while as I understand. We want to give
him a HUGE shout out to obey the doctors and nurses, at least give
the appearance of obeying them, and
get well ASAP. I can only imagine
just how much rest and relaxation you aren't getting. One of my other
foibles is an aversion to hospitals (another long story) so please
understand that I am praying for your full recovery.
Summertime ushers in the
invasion of the teens at the gym. It seems to be a rite of passage or
something. All I really know is the Silver Sneakers program alters
its time table to accommodate the invasion. It seems to be just good
business. You get 100 to 150 youngsters into the gym to experience
good health and workouts. A certain number of those reaching
adulthood may
actually become members. Last week, I was sitting in a chair near the
front desk waiting for my current wife to finish with her class. I
had completed my workout. I was clad in my Under Armour moisture
wicking t-shirt and running shorts, shoes and socks. If you can
imaging an under-tall, overweight balding 67 year old sitting in a
chair with sweat rolling off the top of his bald head like Niagara
falls, cascading over his beet red face who is gasping for every
breath – that would be me. In comes the invasion of youngsters.
Everyone is full of nervous energy. The girls are wondering if their
hair looks good or if their work out clothes are in and are any boys
looking at me. The boys are trying to look as muscle bound as
possible. They stand around clenching fists trying to pump up their
biceps. They really are not into the clothes thing. The more unkempt
they look, the more masculine they are. At least that is their
perception. In reality, none of them has any idea what they are to do
or do they really care. After all it is just a school class and they
just want a grade. The adult handlers break these kids into groups
and off they go to their workstations. They rotate at certain
points. As they loiter in the front area, I suddenly become
claustrophobic and realize the full weight of what 67 years old
means. If these kids only knew what a burden it is at this age and
you have a toilet that apparently is smarter than you are. Let's
get them healthy so they will see 67 and experience the fun of
plumbing. As I am sitting there
with these thoughts, I begin to wonder if my current wife was
swallowed up in the sea to adolescence when the sea suddenly parts
and through them stride the proud, the mighty, the old, Silver
Sneakers class including the current one. The kids do have respect
for their elders after-all.... or maybe they just want them out of
the building as soon as possible!
Certainly this blog
was therapeutic for me. I am
pretty stress free now. Thanks Barney for getting this started. BTW,
I emailed a photo of me and Under
Armour's moisture wicking t-shirt
to Under Armour
I thought they may want to use it to show just HOW MUCH moisture it
can really wick. Have not gotten a reply yet. They should be getting
with me any day now. Until then I will keep sipping my French Roast
and learning all there is being 67. I read somewhere “Today
is the oldest you've ever be, yet the youngest you'll ever be. So –
enjoy this day while it lasts.” TA!
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