Teh Squeaky Wheel
Goooood Morning EveryGerbillyBody!
I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve written an update -- probably in what seems like forever.
Pretty much all is well out here on the Central SE Texas prairie…
Busy and crazy as usual.
I lose my days in work trying to get all the crap done -- deadline looms for next Friday.
We’ll see. I’m doing my best NOT to start proofing today or tomorrow. I don’t get paid for that sh¡t.
The last round of trigger point shots that I got (with the template supplied by my *other* doc) seem to be settling in and doing their job. So my back’s settling down a bit -- Mr. X saw the acupuncturist in town and thinks I need to see him. So I’ll add that to the regimen too.
When I find time.
Week after next. I hope.
Mr. X does NOT have a rotator cuff tear, it’s what they call a “slap tear” -- there’s a cyst in his shoulder between the joint and the bursa. He’s scheduled for surgery on the 16th of December -- and recovery *should* be measured in weeks, not months.
So that’s a very good thing.
I can tell the story now, as it’s almost complete:
Back in May, we hosted my boss-boss and his wife here for the NRA convention. I knew once they got a look at our place in daylight, all thought of living in the suburbs of Austin would disappear.
I was right.
Singly (his wife) and together, they’ve been here looking for “the” place.
They found it.
It’s a place about 45 minutes up the road on ten acres, with pecan, walnut, and pear trees. With a range in the backyard.
Phase I of the move is complete, a little of their stuff is here (what would fit in a 6x12 U-Haul), and his truck.
Phase II (and final) starts on the 21st, with her here for the new appliances to be delivered, and I *think* the moving truck should be in there somewhere.
He starts out for Texas on the 23rd, should all go well with our production.
They’ll be having Thanksgiving with us.
Phase I was a little crazy -- with A LOT of back-and-forth between our place and theirs -- that week went quickly -- Mr. X and his tools were on-call for a lot.
But we DEFINITELY have to teach my boss-boss how to mow -- jeez man, the weeds may be tall, but they don’t bite…just run ’em over!
They need a front fencing to complete what’s already there (our tractor will help), and his wife was talking, “Well, we’ll get the permit…”
I guess Mr. X and I turned to her with the exact same expression on our faces that she sat back a little, “What?!?”
“Permit? It’s YOUR land! Do what you want!”
Heh, they’ve got some stuff to unlearn.
Between work, doctor appointments, and the chaos of helping our friends with their CA exodus…I can barely believe it’s already November.
Time has just flown.
I’m keeping up with the news … and I’ll be duplicating Fatwa’s experience soon -- if our congressman doesn’t ditch our Republican club dinner *again* (like he has the last three months). I’ve got some hard questions for that SOB, and he’s not blowing me off this time -- there’s five of us set to hammer him.
Meanwhile, it’s time to clean up and get ready to wrangle the pack to the vet for puppy shots, and two sets of annuals.
Should be an interesting drive -- I *pray* Lati’s gotten over his car sickness.
The puppy will probably look at him, “Man, what IS your problem?”
OK…that’s more than enough outta me.
Happy Caturday from Larryville, GN!
Hai, TeX!!1!11eleventy!! So glad to “see” you and read your update. Pleased that both of your health issues are in the process of getting sorted-out. And congrats re your new “neighbors”.
…and I’ll be duplicating Fatwa’s experience soon…
Bring a baseball bat along with your gun (on the off-chance you decide that perhaps “merely” a sound drubbing might be sufficient). 😉
Just where did Jerry put that foot yesterday?
Heh. Don’t think I wanna know.
Must prepare for a luncheon trip to teh ClanK Ancestral Compound; BBL.
You have been busy, X, but all that busyness sounds like the good type. Glad to hear that the health problems are both moving in the right direction and that another California family has escaped our dreadful state. With you guys teaching them, I’m sure they’ll adjust just fine.
Was talking with a couple of guys from work the other day out at the company’s remaining smoking location. One guy is from South America; the other guy is from Eastern Europe. Both are naturalized citizens and have lived here 20 years or more. Both are furious with the direction the country is taking. Neither feels like reliving the lessons of their youth as far as govt sticking its nose into every aspect of their citizen’s lives; in their experience, that never ends well.
Chores today and not much else for me. Mrs Sven is getting ready for her business trip to the mid-west next week. I’ll be stocking up on beer for me and peanuts for the coons.
Happy Caturday, Gerbil Nation!
TeX!!!121!!1! As others have said, it’s always great to see you here. I’m glad both you and Mr. X are on the healing path, especially considering how busy your lives are. That’s great news about your boss-boss.
Good morning, Fatwa and Sven!
I’ll be stocking up on beer for me and peanuts for the coons.
1) Make sure you get some craptastic, über-cheap beer, plus whatever kind you like and the saltiest peanuts available.
2) After them raccoons get all parched from teh peanuts, sell them the horse-pizz beer at an exorbitant markup.
3) Use the proceeds to buy Mrs. Sven a “welcome home” gift.
There’s only one flaw in the plan, Fatwa: like most welfare recipients, coons don’t have any money. They are more into blackmail; peanuts AND beer or we’ll rape your cats, steal THEIR food and beer, and rip up your landscaping for good measure.
Deed is done. Today we booked our Alaskan cruise. Expensive, but I don’t have to pay for another vacation until our 50th…
Just passing on one of my discoveries during this whole “back” deal.
Full disclosure: Mr. X is *usually* the one taken in by the “Seen on TV” deals. It’s an on-going joke between us.
We-ell, as my mid back got increasingly uncomfortable, it hurt wearing even the oldest, most stretched-out bra I had in the drawer.
The Genie™ Bra? Teh. freakin’. awesome.
So if any of the gals here, or any of y’alls wives are starting to pull their stress into their mid-backs -- they’re at Wal-Mart and pretty cheap. I was pleasantly surprised.
Soft ball for Jerry. Just sayin’
Thank you, TeX! I’ve been having some back problems and that sounds like just the ticket (I’ve been going without around the house, and that’s just…uncomfortable).
We’re to the WalMart, stat! Well, ok, tomorrow stat.
Just send Fatwa, Brenda. I hear he loves WalMart.
Especially when it involves shopping for bras.
Fatwa: “Excuse me, I’m looking for a Genie bra in 34C?”
BlueVest: “If you don’t mind me saying, sir, I think you’re more of a 36A.”