Get Blogging

Those were #1’s parting words to me when he dropped me off after our rigorous 1 mile walk today.  I had braced myself for a possible philippic, but he is a gentle soul. He expressed some disappointment that there was nothing to read when he got off the Missouri River after his canoe trip with #2 and TCG, but that is just his way of telling me I’m a fantastic blogger.  JB had chimed in a few days ago telling me it had been 19 days. Today is three full weeks, so it is indeed time to get blogging.

My wife has been in DC and VA for the past two weeks.  The first week she was helping SB1 and LGMG set up their home for the arrival of the twins. She will return in October to provide some hands-on help. We will be spending Christmas there this year so Gampy DJ will need to re-learn the art of holding an infant. The wife’s second week was spent with her pal Charlie at Shenandoah National Park and Charlottesville. She gets back tomorrow night.  She’ll hop right back into the social whirl with a bridal shower Saturday morning.  After that both of us will attend a one-year birthday party for The Banker’s granddaughter. 

I’ve kept myself relatively busy in her absence.  I jotted a few blog ideas down but clearly did not act on them.  For several days I achieved the trifecta of stretching, walking and swimming. I gotta get at least two out of three on a daily basis to keep this balky body going. My brother visited last week and spent the night. We got some sushi at MJ’s and a beer at Fieldworks before I made him a sumptuous salmon dinner.  He is fresh off hernia surgery, and we learned our sister had to have her gall bladder removed.  Both surgically repaired siblings are doing well. My brother and I did hit a rough patch back in the late 70’s when we were both at Binghamton.  It is eerie how this recent article paralleled our difficulties back then.

https://www.yahoo.com/lifestyle/articles/dear-abby-girlfriend-cheated-brother-070000521.html

I’m going to stay away from politics and celeb news this go-round and close with this obit. Dr. Altchek grew up in my hometown. His father was also a noted orthopedic surgeon whom I was fortunately referred to. He removed a tumor in my knee in September 1973. I was ready to go out for basketball that November, but he put the kibosh on that.  I was dejected then but eternally grateful now. His flawless work allowed me to continue to be a mediocre basketball player into my mid-30s.

https://www.espn.com/mlb/story/_/id/45764042/dr-david-altchek-mets-doctor-tommy-john-surgeon-dies-68