Not much to talk about...

Here it is another Saturday night. The weeks pass quickly. Too quickly. We went for a 26 mile ride this morning. First one on the tandem since the Montgomery ride. Next weekend we have another century ride. Then 2 weeks later, I hope we can go do the weekend in Newnan. Mike and Mitzi are coming down. Sarah Sat and Jim are supposed to be going. Who knows, maybe Nikki can get off. If not maybe we can go over for part of it anyway.

I have been searching through Google for something interesting to read. There wasn't much that I could find. Sometimes you just need to find a subject and follow the rabbit trails. I have pretty much worn out Dawkins' site. Theology doesn't interest me right now. I have been doing a little reading about self-defense but it is only a reading interest. I don't care about getting back into it and being bruised up all the time. I miss the regular bike club rides. I miss the folks I used to ride with. It isn't easy to get everyone together anymore.

Island Walk

I always try to help Rachael with Hubbard/Rockford if asked. They had me down for 3 days but at last minute asked for the other day. Work at Rockford is slow so working isn't hard, but not following my usual routine tired me out a bit. I still had some work I could take care of up in Cullman. Some bushhog work and other little items but the high temps held me back a bit. I did ride my bike a little and got in some of my walking in addition to some chores. Max needed to be delivered to Charlotte, SC for his drum major camp. I volunteered to take him. I was glad to be able to perform this chore for him but the long trip up and back combined with extra heavy traffic in the Atlanta are, which extended to within 30 miles of Alabama, combined to really tire me out. There had been a problem with my left rear wisdom tooth for over a year, so I decided I should get it taken care of before I wound up isolated somewhere in PEI. The extraction didn't appear to be problematic until just be...

There is an African proverb that says "when death finds you, may it find you alive".

On July 31st, I died.... After having several weeks of discomfort in my neck and jawline, I made an appointment to see my PCP to determine what was going on. The consensus seemed to center around a gall bladder problem. But he suggested that we should rule out cardiac. Once I got over to the hospital, I had a wait of 20 minutes or more before I was sent up to my room. Immediately I was taken for a chest x-ray. Once I got back I saw my nurse and the lab tech were there and I lay down to let her get the blood. As I leaned back, I felt a wave of nausea and everything went quiet and dark. I became aware again after a short period of time, I'm unsure how long. and from there it was a lengthy process to be transported to Grandview where I received a heart catherization and ultimately, bypass grafts. It was literally like hitting the off switch on your computer.

Effigy of Grief

Effigies are used in grieving by providing a tangible representation of what has been lost, allowing a mourner to connect with who or what they've lost , which can help with the process of acceptance and emotional expression, particularly when the loss is sudden or traumatic; they can be used to focus grief and memories around a physical likeness, offering a sense of continued presence even in their absence

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