Bob please take care of yourself! There is no one to take your throne here on GJ.
Bret
Bret, thanks for the encouragement, especially the reminder of how much time folks my age spend on the throne.
Dan, thank you and I'm fighting the urge to do stupid things. I now understand the frustration retirees who focused on their job and had no hobby or interest feel.
Ohh. I hate that place. After my head injury and resulting emergency brain-ectomy I was incarcerated for 4 weeks. After having some scrap metal infused in my spine I was locked up for 6 weeks. Both times I was told I couldn't lift anything heavier than a coke can. I asked both docs if I could substitute a beer can instead. They said only if I don't drink 40s. LOL.
Good luck to ya. Take care of that ticker.
Uncle Willie, you gave me a funny flashback. When my 11-day hospital visit for dancing with trains ended, I was released with no restrictions. My lack of blood gave me an unusual gray skin tone usually seen in the morgue and a good portion of me was covered in bandages but I didn't see any reason to lay around in bed. First day I put a bread bag over the stump (grocery stores didn't have plastic bags in 1965) and removed the battery from my '56 Chevy. I was preparing to put a 283 with a Hydramatic in the '55 Chevy. Turned out that little battery lift wore me out and spent the rest of the day in bed. Who knew?
Bob: sorry you aren’t feeling great and hope it’s just something telling you to keep off of roofs and nothing worse. Prayers sent!!
Drives, I'm back to feeling fine. Doctor says I have a little scarring in my heart from who knows what (probably sleep apnea) and the scar tissue is blocking signals from getting through. They put a tube in my groin and pass a tool through it into the heart so they can locate the offending tissue and either freeze or burn it away. Doctor claims 98% success rate.
My issue with roof work is my vision. When I see double, it's easy to mistake which is the real edge and when I close one eye the edge and the ground look like they are in the same plane. Can't count the number of times I've stiff-legged the last step on a stair or ladder. I'm grounded.
Good that you’re getting things checked. Looking at your label it appears your expire date is sometime in 2050
Well, guess you’ll have to supervise from a comfortable chair while drinking a cold one. Hope your son brings a grand helper.
Shorty Korte
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Stewart, I was 11 years old when the last Civil War Veteran died. If I made it to 2050 I would be his age (106). I'm pretty much focused on making it through 2020.
You fixed the crack on the wheelbarrow perfectly.

I'm sure the roof will be fine too!
Vladimir, coming from my best mentor, that means a lot. I hope to be the one grilling the meat for the roof project.
Bob,so glad you didn’t die over night, now take it easy, and don’t do anything heavy
like, oh I don’t know, re-roofing the shed. You have to look after yourself, cos we will want to visit again one day.
Take care.
Steve
Steve, I would love to see you here again. I would hate to disappoint your daughter by not being here. She's a very impressive young lady.
Bob,
I've heard you talk about your invisible friend.
I have the same friend.
I talked to him this morning about you.
Praying that the Dr's get you all fixed up.
Jon, I did get the feeling someone was trying to get through. First time this happened, I let it go for a month. This time (against SWMBO's wishes) I only waited a day. She would have had me spending the night in the ER waiting room instead of my bed.
Please take care of yourself. I don't mind saying I'm being a little selfish when I say that, because I enjoy your posts.
Kirk, I feel the same selfish way about a whole lot of GJ members.
Hey Bob, take care of yourself now. Might see about hiring a young kid to do some of those task around the house. Some high school football player in the neighborhood who would enjoy the money and workout?
It could be a win-win situation!
Cody, we live in a Florida neighborhood where you rarely see children and the ones you do are just passing by. In 23 years we've had a total of five kids show up on Halloween. I think they hit the condos and neighborhoods where the houses are close together.
I hope your wife doesn't consider alternative uses for duct tape to keep you in the Do Nothing Jail. <G>
2001ZR2, I am so so glad Liane doesn't read this stuff.
Bob: just letting you know I'm thinking of you and hope you woke up feeling better.
maybe a good time to make some of that spicy stew to give your body some needed energy.
Drives, you do get a little hangover from the anesthesia but every day I feel better. Hopefully the next procedure near the end of February will fix the problem permanently.
Probably going to be spicy vegetables and chicken tonight.
And give Liane something to watch out the window!!!
Uncle Willie, she doesn't wait for me to bring them home. It's rare to go shopping without her introducing me to her just-met boyfriend.
Bob you are on the prayer list. Take care. I have another friend who has had his heart shrunk up several times. I guess it has become routine over the last decade. Never any fun to go to the Hotel Boring, with no pictures on the wall or views out the window. We go there because we feel like ****. They dress us up so we look like ****. Makes no sense. I guess they don't want to spoil the décor for those who visit; vintage American technology artifact, restoration? Get it over with. Doctor's need a project too. Let's hope those working on you take as much pride in their work as we have. Bobby
Bobby, you're right about the procedures that were a big deal a few years ago and routine today. That dress-up thing struck a nerve. I'll never understand why they give you a dress to wear. Then they tell you the open side goes in the back and it ties together in three or four places. I can tie my shoes one-handed but the chances of me tying more than the top string on the hospital 'gown' is zero. At this point I just let all the scarred and sagging stuff hang out -- hey, it's their nightmare, not mine.