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Wednesday, March 29, 2023

Keston Hiura Deserves Better

The Brewers have been doing this guy dirty for years now. Giving him bits and pieces, never letting him regain his rhythm, passing him over for bums. He deserves better - and not just because he looks a bit like YaYa's boyfriend. I hope eventually he finds his footing with a team that values him. 



 

Saturday, March 25, 2023

Why?

 why is there a Miami fire truck in Milwaukee Wisconsin?  I need to know  - YaYa


answer from a FB friend: They're built up in Oshkosh then they drive them to their destination. Likely on the way to Miami for delivery.

Wednesday, March 22, 2023

I Remember - Crown Music

Crown Music, at  2637 S. KK, the current home of Front Room Photography, is where I took guitar lessons in 1987. The owner, my instructor, passed of cancer shortly after I quit.





Tuesday, March 21, 2023

Good Job Smiley!

Proud of the fact that all 3 of my adult children see voting as an important responsibility. Today was Smiley's first time.

Edit: He had to vote early, he will be out of the country. - Lisa






 some people really just have to be the victim in everything. - LuLu (and it isn't about a family member) 

Sunday, March 19, 2023

Happy birthday uncle Danny

 Happy birthday uncle Danny!!!

This the only photo I can find rivht now with one of the babies!!!
Thank you for sacrificing your day for Aliyah’s birthday party!
We love youuuuuu - Caitlin



Saturday, March 18, 2023

Day 4

Um, I just stood up waaay too fast and it felt like I ripped open my belly on the inside. I mean, I literally (close your ears kids) felt the pain all the way through my testicles.

I guaranty Lisa never felt *that* when she had her gallbladder removed back in '18.

Anyway, aside from that, my recovery is doing fine on day 4. The bruising is peaking visually, but they don't bother me. The four incisions are still painful, especially the one the surgeon said he had to expand, but they're tolerable most of the time (unless I'm driving in a car on Milwaukee streets. Every square foot of road in this town is a pothole, a future pothole, or a poorly repaired pothole, and brother, each kind HURTS.)

But the stomach pain and digestive issues I've dealt with for years? Gone. Hopefully forever, because if this just a brief respite from it I'm gonna be mighty upset.

So yeah, while I remain no fan of surgery at-all - and yeah, there are folks that seems to dig it - I guess this one was worth the effort.


*by the way, I forgot to mention the surgeon claimed to have removed a gallstone the size of a large Jawbreaker candy during the surgery. I claim b.s., but I'm told he was being literal. If true, no wonder the bugger hurt for so long.


Kahuna!

 Pics by Smiley





Friday, March 17, 2023

Don't Be Like Tom

Few things are as obnoxious as a British man protesting St. Patrick's Day with a mixture of anti-Catholic, and anti-Irish bulls**t.  F Tom. Don't be like Tom. 



 

Lance Reddick

Lance Reddick, the actor who's suave but creepy characters graced The Wire, Lost, and the John Wick franchise, died suddenly today at age 60.

RIP.

The Multiverse Better be Real

Remember my humiliation at having to call someone to change my tire the day after Lisa's accident? 

Well when he arrived I went out and talked to him while he changed it, explaining that part of the jack was missing. He didn't care - he flat out said he preferred that I call so he got paid LOL, and we got to chatting. 

Inevitably, as we're standing outside in the cold, snow still falling, me with a flat tire on this car and another car totalled in  a sheriff's lot, and him kneeling in snow to change said tire, we got to bitching about how life is hard far too often. 

"You know, and man, don't laugh at this - but when I was a kid, I used to go through the Sears catalog and pick out what suits I'd wear when I was President." I said. 

"That's weird," he said, "cuz I used to do almost the same thing. I never wanted to be President, but I used to pretend I was Chairman of the Joint Chiefs [of Staff], making a report at the White House." 

"Huh," I said, a little flummoxed at the similar memories. 

"Maybe there's a multiverse for real," I said, "and somewhere out there, right now at this moment, there's a world where I'm the President and you're Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, and Biden and Harris are busy changing a f-ing tire." 

He laughed. "I hope." 

Thursday, March 16, 2023

I'm Still Kickin'

Alright, I survived, Ides of March be damned. Look at me, one-upping Caesar. 

We arrived at 7:15, as requested, and I brought my Nook and phone because I was supposed to have a few hours before surgery. I was looking forward to the chance to read. Alas, the first appointment cancelled and I was moved up on the calendar, and had no time for so much as a page. 

The surgery went well (I'm told)  except that the incision on my upper left abdomen (one of four) had to be extended and hacked at a bit, so I was told to expect additional pain while that healed. 

Oh, and they shaved my tummy. I look like a cherub from my waist to just below my chest, then resume my Neanderthal ways.

We were out and on our way home shortly after 1pm (although I would have preferred to rest a few more hours; they kinda shove you out the door). 

The rest of the day was a mix of sleep, and Lisa forcing pills on me, and a misguided drive to pick up Junie at 6 that left me vomiting and a painful mess. I think I'll bus it for a few days, thank you much. 

One thing of note: the hospital delivered my medication to my room without much of an explanation, or at least one I recalled in my fugue. When I got home I had pretty severe sinus pain (from the anesthesia I'd imagine) and noticed there was a nasal inhaler included in the bag. Ok, they must have anticipated my problem and accounted for it. 

Uh, good thing we read labels. The instructions were to take it, then immediately call 911. 

It was Narcan. 

Apparently, if you're prescribed opiods for pain, the hospital tosses in Narcan along with it.

I'm not sure how I feel about that. A little insulted. sure. A little concerned I was taking it away from someone who needed it (I called the pharmacy and they assured me there is no shortage).  A little miffed that the industry that created the problem "solves" it by tossing another drug into the mix. And happy that it was given for free, and didn't add to my already high bill for the day. 

Anway, the incisions hurt. I've only eaten light snacks because I remain a little nauseous. And my work cell keeps ringing even tho' I took medical days this week and gave everyone ample notice to work around my absence. 

But I'll be as good as new soon enough. :)


Tuesday, March 14, 2023

Surgery Tomorrow

Sometime last year I started complaining about stomach pain on the right side, especially in the morning. I pestered by GP long enough for him to schedule me for an ultrasound, which revealed gallstones. 

And that was that. No follow-up care, no mention of it really. Not from the Dr. 

Then last month I started getting nauseous after every meal, sometimes vomited ferociously, and, um, you know, had meals leave abruptly from the alternate exit too.  By February 25th I was worn out, miserable, and my side hurt too. 

Now, keep in mind that the pain never went higher than a 5 on the 1-10 scale, was more often in the 3 or 4 range, and never really matched the hip in that department. So the pain was tolerable for me, and I prefered to spend the rest of the weekend on the computer and going to Collectivo with LuLu. 

But Lisa was a g*damn pest, literally packing some clothes and saying she'd leave for the weekend if I didn't go to the ER. Ok. Still not going. Deductibles, ya'll.  Then she called my MOM, like I was a damn child. And she called YaYa. And my mother-in-law. And my niece. And she had them all henpeck me in the worst tradition of the female of the species. 

So I went to the ER. I had an IV, another ultrasound, which said the gallstones were there and presumably gnarly, and they offered me two choices: I could go home and schedule a mandatory surgery to remove the gallbladder in the next few weeks, or I could check into the hospital and have emergency surgery in the next couple days. 

I chose the former option, and Lisa got mad and went to sit in the car until I was done in the ER LOL

Anyway, tomorrow is the surgery. 

I don't like that they scheduled it for the Ides of March. I'm not superstitious, but I am a little stitious and there are days I avoid: Pearl Harbor Day, 9/11, February 3rd (the death of Buddy Holly), November 22nd (JFK's assassination) the Ides of March, and March 6th (the Fall of the Alamo). So if something goes wrong, you know what to blame. 

Anyway, wish me well. 


Monday, March 13, 2023

Lunch

This wasn't bad at all, and healthy too! . Cauliflower rice, ground turkey, black beans, and tomatoes. 

Victoria's Secret

 I know Victoria's secret

And, girl, you wouldn't believe
She's an old man who lives in Ohio
Making money off of girls like me"
Cashin' in on body issues
Sellin' skin and bones with big boobs
I know Victoria's secret
She was made up by a dude (dude)
Victoria was made up by a dude (dude)
Victoria was made up by a dude

If you aren't exposed to TikTok or Top 40 radio maybe you don't know of the song 'Victoria's Secret' by Jax. It is a catchy tune, certainly promotes a positive body image for women, and I am pleased to say that I knew of Jax, and her social media presence, long before the song became a radio hit. 

But Saturday morning Lisa and I listened to an interview with Jax in which she was praised umpteen times for exposing the "truth" behind Victoria's Secret - that it isn't run or founded by someone named Victoria, but instead is or was run by a businessman in Ohio.* The topic of the day, apparently, was this stunning bit of insider knowledge. 

I was annoyed and ranted to Lisa.

"WTF thought 'Victoria's Secret' was named after the founder? Dude. It's alluding to the Victorian era and pointing out that the fact that even a prim and proper woman can be sexy in the bedroom. I mean, come on. I got it the first time I heard it as a kid. Who are these idiots? Who doesn't know that?"

Silence. 

"Dan, I guarantee you I never once thought Victoria's Secret had anything to do with the Royal Family or anything that you just said, and neither has any woman I've ever met."


*It was actually founded by a married couple, so a woman *did* help found it but it was later sold to and expanded by said "old man in Ohio." And yes, I'm right about the meaning of the name. I just checked. So pbbbtt. 

 

Sunday, March 12, 2023

A Dream

I dreamt that I took Lisa to a breakfast function at St. Adalbert's, my childhood parish. We parked on the 20th St side of the church building, in angled parking along the church itself - and nevermind that it was obviously nighttime (despite being breakfast) and that there is no such parking in real life, nor even room for it, on that side of the building. 

Inside was a bright, L-shaped room, with the vertical half of the L nearest the entrance, and set up for the buffet line, with seating along the bottom of the L. 

I got in line. Midway through the buffet was a stack of papers and pencils, and for reasons unknown you had to stop and write your name on a scrap of paper. I noticed the name that was being written by the man behind me. It was the name of my Godfather, but when I turned to greet him it was the face of Ted Turner, the old owner of CNN and the Atlanta Braves. But it *was* my Godfather, in name and personality. 

He offered me a job, a good one. I wondered, even in the dream, why he would wait nearly half a century to try and help me. 

Then I was seated a long table in the room,  Lisa and the family around me. 

There was a dramatic jump cut and I was somewhere else, home maybe, and my wallet had fallen out and I was missing all my credit cards and my driver's license. 

I knew, even in the dream, that this part of it was a dream, and moreover that it was the rare bit that could be tied directly to real-life concerns; before bed I had noticed that my wallet had fallen out of my jeans, and found and replaced it in its pocket. 

There was more, but the rest is lost in a haze. 

Saturday, March 11, 2023

Lisa's Accident and a Heck of a Snowstorm

Thursday a snowstorm hit Milwaukee, starting at about 5pm and going well into the next day. It was heavy, wet stuff that was hard to shovel and very slippery to walk/drive on. Tree limbs were down all over the place. Total accumulation of snow in some areas: 10 inches. 




Unfortunately, Lisa had to drive home from work in that slop. In her own words: 

Spun out on freeway last night and ended up being hit by a semi. Walked away from it. Car, not so much. Now me and Dan are stranded with a flat. The good and back luck lately in our family so interwoven and complex it's mind boggling. Staying positive and reminding one another we are still so blessed.

That casually written post doesn't really hint at the close call she had. Although she refused to go to the hospital, it was clear that Lisa was both in shock and concussed - immediately after being hit she texted the family group chat "Hit by semi, Need Help, 911" rather than call 911 herself. (That was met with screams of horror by the kids)  She also thought an ambulance on the scene was a tow truck, etc.  But other than bruises and aches, and a concussion that has lingered for a few days, she walked away FROM BEING T-BONED ON THE DRIVERS DOOR BY A SEMI ON THE HIGHWAY. 

Thank you Lord. 

She arrived home in the back of a deputy's car, and we sat and talked about what happened. And then, at 12:58 AM. the storm knocked out our power. Over 3000 of our neighbors were affected, and it remained out until almost noon. Even then streetlights along a major road by us were out for literally sixty blocks well into the afternoon. 

And then, when in the AM, when I drove Lisa to a doctor's appointment, my tire went flat. May I point out that it was cold, and snowing, and I was already hours late for work. Oh, and I couldn't find parts of the jack so I had to bite the bullet and call roadside assistance. We pulled into a Hardee's restaurant lot and had breakfast while I waited it utter humiliation of needing another man to change my tire.
  



So, not the greatest 12 hour period. But we ended it alive, in one piece, and thankful for the gifts we have. So there's that. 

Here's to a better start to my birthday weekend next week!

A Word is Not the Same


 

Thursday, March 9, 2023

Robert Blake

Robert Blake, the actor whose career stretched from The Little Rascals, to In Cold Blood, to the success of the TV show Baretta - but who is probably best known for being acquitted in the murder of his wife -  has died at 89. 

RIP. 



Wednesday, March 8, 2023

Flowers

Had some fun with flowers today :) I need to do this more often.  - Lisa

Update from one year later: 

I was offered the opportunity [to do some floral arrangements] recently and had to turn them down because I'm working too many hours. Hopefully I'll get back to it soon. Miss it. Maybe I'll make myself an Easter arrangement.  :)