Monday, November 25, 2019

Rambling in November

Here at the old folks apartments they are replacing sidewalk squares with no great haste.  There are blank muddy spaces making walking assisted or not messy and difficult.  It seems to make no sense to me to do this work this late in the year with intermittent freezes which will deter the proper curing of the concrete.

Thanksgiving approaches and we are having a small quiet affair with none of the official trappings aside from the tasty squash casserole. For the most part the family is embroiled in one crisis or the next and will be wrapped up in that.  My brother in law John has had a major health crisis in a heart valve replacement.  On Saturday last, we weren't sure he would make it.  He has made a remarkable turnaround and expected to make a full recovery, a testament to a strong will and positive spirit and love of his family. 

John is a guy that is never at a loss for words.  His explanations are most complete and detailed.  His work cohort Harold has remarked that his comments on this health journey will go on and on, along with the humorous anecdotes on the experience.  We love and care for him and look forward to his telling of tales.

I finished my last yard cleanup yesterday.  I am now retiring from these endeavors as of now.  The 66 year old Jerry is a different guy than the nearly 70 year old version.  I don't have as much horsepower as before.  But we are going to the gym today to hopefully improve on that. 

I'm entering my holiday gloom period.  Viewing too much buy, buy, buy, and spend, spend, spend.  Oh lets give each other a 50K car for the holidays.  Lets load up our kids with piles of toys they will be bored of in a couple of days.  Maybe help someone for a change.  The biggest gift I recently received was a lady in our parking lot dragging a rolling suitcase, using a cane and carrying a parcel.  By luck alone I saw her in the night and was able to help her into the building.  She had come from the airport where they lost her walker and was stopped with exhaustion in the middle of our lot.  My gift was finding her.

all for now



 

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