Another Weekend at the Old Folks’ Home

Friday night at 11:00 p.m. I checked into LMH South for a sleep study to see if I have sleep apnea or other sleeping disorders. I did one about five years ago and all I got out of it was “snores while sleeping on back”, and I was advised to not sleep that way. Fortunately, that bit of expensive medical expertise was paid for by insurance (as is this one). So after getting me all hooked up he says, “We want you to sleep on your back.” To which I replied, “I don’t think it’s gonna work, because of my neck (degenerative arthritis in a couple of disks up there) and these really bad pillows.” Two hours later he came in and said, “Okay, any position where you can get to sleep will be fine.” By then, my neck was killing me, but I got to sleep and had weird dreams including a slapstick comedy involving hand grenades. When they shooed me out into the morning fog at 6:30 I apparently had not exhibited any obvious apnea.

Saturday I felt like I’d been in a car wreck. Not only was the neck screwed up, but also the rest of the back and hips, as well, from the strange and apparently not very orthopedically friendly bed. Spent most of the day in the recliner watching Olympics next to Becky in her recliner. Her skeleton was having an off day, as well. Listen, kids, getting old sucks big time, even when you’re still “young” (mostly according to people who are older than you are). Somewhere along the afternoon I decided to tackle mowing the yard. Got the front done, and about a fourth of the back before hitting a root and bending the blade; and really really hoping the crank shaft isn’t bent, too. We went out for a Marisco’s Special Nachos (with shrimp and lobster) supper, followed by a nice apple pastry dessert. I guess one nice thing about getting old is that two can share one order of things and still get stuffed. Stopped at HyVee for milk but it was too late to buy a lottery ticket.

Sunday we bundled up sticks and fallen apples in the back yard, and I went over to Sears to pick up a blade for the mower. Luck was with me, as the mower runs smooth as ever with the new blade. Crank shaft OK. Wish I’d have had a lottery ticket.

And that’s about it for the weekend report. I don’t anticipate much else happening, unless we have a wreck on the way to get Sonic burgers for supper. We’ll probably go ahead and splurge and get one each, though, instead of sharing one. Hey, even us oldies gotta go crazy once in a while!

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Olympics and Time Flies

Watching the Olympics opening ceremonies. Sort of like the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade, without floats. When I was a kid, and even into my 20’s, it seemed like a long time between Olympics. After 40, it seems like there’s an Olympics every year. That’s how much faster time seems to go by when you get older. Becky and I were discussing that phenomenon the other day. We agreed it must be because as kids, we packed our time with activities, whereas now we spend a lot of it just sitting around. But, that seems backward from the saying “time flies when you’re having fun”. I know I had a lot more fun as a kid. So, I don’t know why time is flying faster these days. Unless, maybe, it just really is. But, getting back to the Olympics, I wish I was listening more closely. The announcers were talking about the country with the only flag that has a front and back, different on each side. But I missed the name of the country. Darn! :confused2: If anybody knows, please share!

Oh, amazing — Bjork debuting her song Oceania! Afterwards, opening remarks by the IOC president in what we’re told are the three official languages of the Olympics: Greek, French and English. How about that?