Saturday's Situation

• I'm off to buy shin guards for Zac's last soccer game of the season. Of course- for which game would you expect them to become MIA?






• Having our end of season party at a park to eat and play Frisbee etc. instead of meeting up at a pizza place like everybody else seems to do.






• Because we're not lame that's why.






• What key am I hitting that causes letters to disappear when I go back and add a letter to a word?






• I don't care anything about having the fish aquarium around anymore and that really surprises me.






• Lucky: Zac loves to help clean house and do laundry.






• Man, that will be a big help when he's a teenager.






• Ha!

I'm Exhausted- In A Good Way

My patient expired 3 hours after I got to her house. She made that clucking noise with her tongue and went pale- instantly pale and opened her eyes. This usually means there might be a few agonal respirations and then nothing. I called the family in and told them she was almost gone. Three or even four minutes went by without a respiration. She was turning white as a sheet. Suddenly she drew a deep breath and continued respiring agonally for fifteen long minutes with only maybe two breaths a minute. Thankfully I'd prepared the family beforehand what these respirations looked like (it can be upsetting looking) and then reminded them she was OK. No pain.

They held their breaths nearly as long as she between respirations and then would breath deep and sob when she would inhale during those miserable looking final respirations.

Everybody was sad. Everybody Cried. Everyone told her they loved her. They told each other they loved each other. They shielded only the littlest child from grandmother's end.

When I walked out at the same time the funeral director was taking her away they became as tearful as when she expired three hours before, but they had a certain peace- they were far from OK, but I knew they would be.

Good night world.

Raising Zachary

Even though it's been years since I went hunting I picked up this years hunting and fishing regulations booklet recently. Zac saw it in the backseat of the car and picked it up.

Dad, there's birds and guys with guns in this book, what's it about?
It's about hunting.
What's that? How does that work?
You use calls that sound like ducks and put fake ducks in the water that brings real ducks close and you shoot them.
You shoot them. He said pointedly.
Yes, when your brother was little he and I did it all the time- a lot.
You shoot them and then what?
You eat them.
You eat them?
Yes.
You eat them.
Yes.
After a couple of minutes of silent thought while looking at the book he resolutely said, I want to do that.
Guess I'm going hunting again.

Wednesday's Digressions

• I've never eaten a Peeps.





• Is that Peep?





• Regardless, that's unlikely to change.





• Weird: my niece asked me about my love life at Easter.





• Weirder: my other niece showed me her suture lines from her breast augmentation.





• Not as creepy as it sounds- they go from the underarms nowadays.





• How the subject came up? "Hey Kevin, did you know _______ got new boobies?"





• One of my nieces made desserts of Peeps on stacks of pretzels covered in chocolate to resemble a nest.





• Cool, but I still did not eat one.





• Desert or dessert in a sentence? Remember- you want to eat two desserts.





• When the wet weather was moving in recently I literally had trouble getting around my joints were so painful.





• It's rough getting old and with my genetics, lifestyle and otherwise good health I'm likely to live a very long time.





• Groan.





• Silverchair- Shade. When these guys first made it big they were teenagers. As I recall the lead singer was literally 15.

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Flatulencias De La Farandula

Hola amigos pido disculpas por tener un poco abandonado el blog, pero aquí estoy de nuevo!!!! Para empezar les quiero contar algo que los hará reír un poco, me contaron que este fin de semana se fue un grupo de amigos que pertenece a los medios de comunicación, y que se fueron para el bar que frecuentan, pero que antes de entrar a la parranda se comieron unos HOT DOGS y el que mas comió fue el COMENTARISTA DEPORTIVO que andaba en el grupo, se comió cuatro perros calientes con todos sus ingredientes, dicen que al momento de combinar las copas con lo que había comido hubo otra reacción!!!! Y que se andaba tirando unas flatulencias que se sentía en todo el bar, el dueño del lugar le dio la orden a los chicos que trabajan ahí de que buscaran bajo las mesas por que creía que había algún animal muerto en el local. Hay amigos esto nos puede pasar a todos así que tengamos cuidado con lo que comemos.

Hi friends I apologize for having a little left the blog, but here I am again!! I want to start counting them something that will make them laugh a little, they told me that this weekend was a group of friends who belong to the media, and they went to the bar that frequent, but before entering the parranda ate some hot dogs and ate what else was the sportscaster who walked in the group, ate four hot dogs with all their ingredients, they say that when combined with the glasses what he had eaten there was another reaction! ! And that he was pulling some flatulence that she felt throughout the bar, the owner of the place gave him the order to the guys who work here to seek low tables that he believed that there were any dead animal on the premises. There are friends so we can spend all so be careful with what we eat.

Monday's Missives

What my fantastically wealthy future wife will buy me for Christmas. Yes, it's real and functional with an 80 CI HD motor.

• Recently the subject came up between my sister and I the number of sex offenders in our area I knew. The name of one eluded me so I went back to the WCSO site to look up his name. Another person who was a former family member had since been added to the site bringing the number to 7. That is going to happen in a place like Decatur if you are even nearly a sociable person and especially if you've worked in any type of public service I guess, but wow. (To be clear none were buddies or anything like that- I knew who they were and they would have known who I was.)



• I would not let my children go interact with the former family members children without my direct supervision because he was and forgive me for being so technical- creepy. We watched for signs of trouble with their kids and I even tried to catch him when he could be in the act.



• I'll offer this much: First, trust your instincts. Also, if a man is not just shy or reserved, but obviously socially retarded, impulsive, has an overbearing mother who was older at the time she had him and he lost his father early or he may even still be alive, but is a very weak person, he is known for not having any normal relationships and especially if he is known for sexual dysfunction with his adult female partner and you allow you're children around him bad things are going to happen.



• Bleah- let's talk about something else.



• The rotator cuff is killing me, but I guess not bad enough to break down and get it repaired. I've not heard one single good experience with that surgeries recovery period although the end result is always reported to be positive. The people who have recently related their experiences to me have all said the pain is worse than the surgeon indicates and recovery time longer.



• You never hear bullfrogs anymore- why?



• Zachary went bow fishing with me and my buddy the other night. Didn't see anything, but Zac got to reel the arrow in after a couple of shots into the water. On the way out he said,"I want a small bow and arrow- one for me where I can reel it and reel it."



• We heard a huge pack of coyotes howling and yipping.



• Yipping- is that a word?



• We ate chicken sandwiches and baked potatos from Wendy's on the tailgate of the truck with filthy hands. Later we stood on the bank of the creek and watched the stars and blundered our way through the galaxy pointing out the odds and ends to Zac and each other we remembered from years old endeavors to learn a little astronomy.



• And there was no place I'd rather been.

Easter Sunday Summary

• When I quit coffee which I've done on/off throughout my life I always sleep better and generally feel better overall- other people say the same. Why do we do it to ourselves then?




• Because it's greaaaaat!




• When I came home a baby would have been way towards the top of the list of things I would have said I did not need. I just did not know what I needed.




• I was hard and cold- Zachary forced me to care and be good.




• It's the same with hospice work. I just needed a physically low impact job with a flexible schedule since I still wasn't getting around very well when I could no longer take it and knew I needed to go back to work. I did not know the difference it would make in me.




• It's the kind of job that will eat you alive and burn you out if you just go through the motions and don't pour yourself into it. It sounds counter intuitive, but it's true.




• If I was wealthy I would literally do it for free (better yet-cheap) with a not for profit company.




• Everyone should have a job like that once in their life.




• When Zac was a baby he would get in the tub with me and curl up in the crook of my arm and sleep half submerged in the water. Inevitably he would get relaxed and of course...




• If I can drag him out of the tub where he now is shooting a water gun saying,"Put your hands up daddy!" we are off to my sisters to hunt Easter Eggs and eat too much.


• Have a great day.