Caught up on yard work today. Got into something while mowing the lawn.
My eyes were almost completely swollen shut. Don’t know whether it was a bug bite, or just dust.
Anyway, an unexpected trip to the doctor’s office. Hoping it will clear up in a couple of days.
Countdown to vacation continues. The glitches are popping up with regularity. Most are minor things, that seem out of proportion.
Annual wellness visit has been scheduled, for after my return. The one-size-fits-all questionnaire has yet to be completed. Those of you retired, and on Medicare, can relate. The questions seem bizarre to me, but are purposed to identify those with special health needs.
The fire down below: Kilauwea, on Hawaii’s Big Island, is again erupting. It was readily apparent on our visit in 2012, the volcano never rested. On our helicopter ride, the fiery lava could be seen in fissures, below the surface.
More work gets done before and after vacation, than at any other time of year. Much more to do on this last weekend’s countdown.
The borderline is a good thing if you’re hankering for some Taco Bell.
If your cholesterol is borderline–fast food’s not a good choice. My annual physical is a little over a week away.
The gist of all this–I have to consume only poultry and fish, between now and then.
Starting after tonight’s roast pork loin dinner, with German potato salad, baked beans, and marinated coleslaw.
Time will tell if my dietary efforts pay off.
Another dietary concern involves my dog, Max. He certainly isn’t starving for food. Last night and today, I’ve caught him with baby turtles in his mouth.
They weren’t the sea-dwelling type, but rather, some species of land tortoise. In any case, they deserved a chance to grow into turtle adulthood.
Got my new glasses Friday. Seeing clearly, once again, was a good thing. Those that followed this blog knew I broke them Saturday, a week ago.
It’s gone from summer to fall, and back again to summer, in one short week. Influenced by those crazy nuts–Harvey and Irma.
Anyone with pets will attest to the difficulties of vacuuming pet hair. Our old vacuum succumbed, and the replacement was put to the test.
Due to our long-haired pooch, it wasn’t long before the beater bar on the new machine was wrapped with hair. Some of this could be blamed on the old machine’s failures–the new one working twice as hard.
All things considered, I wouldn’t want to be like Bill Murray in “Ground Hog Day,” and relive this week again.
Annoying jaw pain required the attention of both my dentist and doctor this past April.
There weren’t many things worse than toothaches.
Rain and thunderstorms hit just as I was leaving the dental clinic. It wasn’t what I expected.
Today was my six-month dental checkup.
Dentists and doctors knew a lot about us. Including what we had for dinner last night.
They knew, whether or not we would follow doctor’s orders, from past history.
I did better on dental hygiene this time, but the hygienist put me in my place by saying, “there was still room for improvement.”
Having no cavities was good enough for me. I’m promised to do better.
Same litany repeated, over-and-over, for the last three years.
You’re fat because you’re lazy
You’re lazy because you’re fat
Was that the best he could do?
What was up with that?
Why did I keep going back
To heart the same thing
Again and again?
You’re too fat!
Get back to the gym!
What was wrong with him?
I don’t know when it happened
I swear that it’s the truth
Doc, this is where I’m at
It’s all because of Dr. Suess
And that darned cat
The nose knows
And, the eyes
Aren’t far behind
It’s pollen season
In every sense of the word
With sneezy, wheezy
From OTC remedies
That were supposed
To bring relief
But, never did
Till the offenders
Took with them
Their horrible pollen