Both my parents had strokes, during their lives. I wasn’t present for any of my dad’s, but I was there when Mom had her first one. I walked into her room and found her on the floor, shaking and unconscious. I got to a phone and called an ambulance. My parents were separated or divorced by then, and I was still living at home. It was scary for me, I had never seen it happen. These days, such a thing would mean an immediate head scan of some kind, but back then, they just waited for her to wake up and sent her home. Our family doc put her on anticonvulsants, which she took for the rest of her days. This was in the early 1970s. I didn’t know for sure she had a stroke until after her death. The autopsy showed it. After the stroke, she no longer could write coherently. This is a woman who had graduated from college with honors, and she had trouble putting thoughts together.
That was to clarify why I couldn’t understand “mini-stroke.” I guess I’m only acquainted with the “maxi” kind. Sorry to drag you through that.
For what it’s worth, I have Parkinson’s, and I’m not offended by Chefguy’s pun about the “movers and shakers lunch.”
On our Busch Stadium puzzle, we somehow got all the grassy part done, and what’s left is large areas of people in the stands. Lots of magnifying glass work. Yike and argh. I get bleary-eyed doing that stuff.
I usually go through a few Puzzle Page puzzles, then I go to the NYTimes puzzles; first, the Mini, then Strands, Connections, Wordle, Spelling Bee (after my wife has taken a run at it,) then I attack the Crossword, which I’m still working on. After that, if there’s time, I’ll do a day or two of Codeword. That one saves the ones I didn’t do, so I can catch up on a slack day.
Oopsie, in those anxiety bookshelves, are you supposed to just put them upright, or are you supposed to go for alphabetical order? Eh, puzzle mind!
Metal Mouse, doing squats with the back against the wall sounds uncomfortable. Do you have a skateboard behind you or something?
Nellie, I once saw, in a commercial or something, a clip of a woman on rollerblades being towed by several dogs. Catalogs tell me of “sunscreen fabric” shirts, and they claim that you can get sunburned right through regular fabric. Wonders of Modern Science!
When we moved into our previous house, we found a leather riding crop in the front closet. We’re not into horses or spanky sex, but I decided it’s a good idea to leave something bizarre for the new owners to find when they move in. When we moved out, I left the crop in the front closet where we’d found it, but also another lagniappe for them to eventually find. Behind the bathroom mirror, there was a hollow in the wall, where there once was a medicine cabinet. When they eventually take down that mirror to paint or wallpaper, they’ll find the little Batman & Robin figurines I left there, and they’ll think, WTF? I feel good thinking about that.
Be well, be safe, and be You!
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