Pretty sure. This is Year 36. At this point I am actually paying to come to work. I’ve maxxed out my retirement input, so when I retire I’ll actually get a raise. But people I trust who have retired recently (and not so recently) keep telling me not to do it, because I’ll go crazy from boredom. They might have a point. So this year is dedicated to “finding other stuff to do.”
Thanks everyone for the well wishes. Back from Docs, ER, then urgent mtg w Opthalmologist. Definite problems with the floaters (they could see them from the outside), and jury’s still out on retinal tear. Definitely a small one if it’s there (stuff shows on ultrasound, but not the other imaging). 'Nuther appt with Opthalmologist/surgeon tomorrow to decide if they’re going to weld my eye with a laser. Which would be hilarious to say to a time traveler from the 50s. (“No, we frequently weld our eyeballs with lasers nowadays – it’s all the rage.”)
I’m home with instructions to be a couch potato until tomorrow. Any typos result from dilation/focus problems this evening.
Thanks again for the well wishes, and maybe I should try purplehorshoe’s herbal cures. Esp now that I’m retired with no security clearance or pilot’s medical anymore. Nothing they can take from my now! Ha!
We are hanging out in a bar for the first time in years. Our interwebz and phones have been out for almost two days. The bar is the closest (30 some miles) place with interwebz and AC. Plus, we are worthless retired drains on society, any excuse for day drinking is a good one.
I hates typing on my tablet, so take care everyone!
Their car is going to his brother, whose car is a piece of crap. It’s just a matter of when. Meanwhile, we’re scoping out apartments around here, just in case they see reason…
Speaking of FCD - he made me an omelet for supper. My omelets usually end up more like scrambled eggs with stuff in them, but he had a proper fold and everything! Plus he garnished with some melon chunks. Yummy supper. Now, chillage continues.
yank, keeping appropriate appendages crossed for successful treatment of your eye issues. Speaking as one who has done treatment for retinal separation, it’s some scary stuff.
{{{nellie}}} Glad you didn’t go into a full fledged migraine.
metal mouse, apples are out of season and won’t begin to come back in until late next month in the northern hemisphere. Peaches are what you want this time of year in the southern USA. 
Nice job on the omelet Moooooom. I don’t recall you ever mentioning FCD’s cooking abilities before. The car can’t go to FCD’s brother soon enough IMO.
Got all prep done for returning to irk tomorrow and played around in the studio today. My back / hip is beginning to feel better. I think eight hours on a heated car seat yesterday and sleeping in my own bed did a lot for it.
you make omelets in the Japanese style … they just scramble eggs and add whatever… the folded ones are considered “french style” but yay for you getting dinner cooked for once !
I don’t know what the hell I did to my back last night … I went to bed at my usual 4 am or so but about 15 minutes before I emptied my bladder one last time and all I did was turn around and take 2 steps and it felt like my back fell through my knees and its hurt like hell since …its happened before but this is the worst
…
And I can’t say much to anyone because all l im gonna get is lectures on how me being a bit overweight is the cause of all the world’s ills and I need to starve and use all those whack a-doodle Asian bracelets rings potions and leaves sold on Facebook that aunt buys to help
Daddy was 84 when he died, and he still had most of his marbles. He was a terrible driver, though, and he’d get the occasional speeding ticket or have a minor fender bender. I knew the big hassle a family friend had when it passed the time for her dad’s keys to be confiscated.
I told Daddy, if the day arrived that we all thought it was time to stop driving, there would be no argument. He’d just come outside and find the air let out of all four tires.
I stopped driving when I started Pain Management. With Mr VOW’s various ailments, I dread the day he needs to stop driving.
Because that will mean no more trips to AZ, which will just about kill him.
~VOW
I commented on a Facebook post by USAA last month, saying how disappointed I am in them. The crux of the situation is that they said my car’s value was $3,500 when you couldn’t find one for under $6,000. Literally: ‘That’s just what the car is worth; it’s not the value of the car.’ Well, I guess they don’t like people saying bad things about them on social media, so they’re reinvestigating. The best they can do is to send a field agent out to see if the interior is nice, and they might be able to give me more money. (Not holding my breath.)
I have an appointment on the 31st to get the cracked windshield replaced.
The next day, I’m going into an orthopedic surgery to have my hand evaluated. My fingers are still swollen and I can’t straighten them, and they don’t curl all the way.
I’ve had a tooth hurting for quite a while now, when I chew on that side. Today I discovered that a back, lower molar is loose. So I have an appointment with the dentist on September 14th.
wow, flyboy that old age wall sucks eh?
Heh. When I irked at an industrial supply wholesaler, one of my cow-owkers, Frank, was planning to retire at 62. Many of our customers were grizzled old HVAC contractors and the like, and every day one of them would tell Frank that he was going to hate retirement. “I retired. Couldn’t stand it! I lasted six months!” and so forth.
Frank would just smile and nod. He went ahead and retired, never worked another day in his life and never wanted to. He passed away earlier this year at 92, after 30 very happy years of retirement.
actually, a lot of retired teachers around here took up substitute teaching when they retired … and a few were totally different as subs than when they were teaching every day
when I asked one of my faves why he came back, " I miss you rotten little brats occasionally then I remember why I retired after a couple of days of doing it in a row and then I’m good for a while "
But with him, it was more of the political and administration side of it he hated
My sister retired from teaching three years ago at 53. She’s loving it! She now has more time for gardening, traveling and, given that she was a newly retired science teacher with a sewing room of quilting material at the beginning of the pandemic, has made ~10K masks for friends, family, a women’s clinic, various charities and former coworkers. I think that you’ll do fine silenus, since you have outside interests.
Howdy Y’all! As promised today has been a day of high sloth. We did get in some quality cee-mint pond time as the sun was out for a while. Day drinkin’ (at the cee-mint pond) and nappage were also accomplished. Sup got cooked and et and there are leftovers for tomorrows feed time.
BooFae hope you survived the 'puter upgrade. I do not miss that at all from my irk days. I get irritated when my laptop or phone wants to upgrade and those never take long at all.
Pulley hope the eyes are OK.
Bumba ick! Hope this is the PCP for y’all. I had to change mine last year, but I got a good new one, so there’s that. My old one was also good, but she left for greener pastures. Can’t say as I blame her though.
Nellie hope you’re feelin’ better soonest.
VanGo hope the back is feelin’ better.
shades hope your back is feelin’ better, as well.
Quietly are you considerin’ retirement? I highly recommend it, if’n you are.
JtC day drinkin’ is definitely a perk of retirement. I am by no means a lush, but the idea of an afternoon (or occasional mornin’) adult beverage just because I can is wunnerful.
That’s because he’s not allowed to cook most of the time. It’s not one of his strengths, but he can make a tasty omelet.
FIL’s doc reduced the dosage of one of his meds. We shall see if it helps. There’s a med that helps reduce hallucinations, but it affects balance, and he has enough problems with that as it is.
So FCD won’t be leaving quite yet. Unless something happens… maybe I should start a pool?
Is this from the wood splitter? I’m sorry that’s not healing well.
Next week… 
Thanks, Sunshine. The wounds have healed nicely. It’s just something going on on the inside.
Evening all. First soccer practice is in the books, only had 7 of 12 boys able to make it but we had a good hour-long workout. I was going to have a salad bowl for dinner but the salad bag that was supposed to be good until the 23rd…wasn’t. So I ended up at the Burger King.
Still, not all bad–the scale at gym said 278.6, which is as low as it’s been in many a year, goal is to make it to 275 and then we’ll see. So an occasional Whopper won’t hurt…much…
This appears to be MASH Day in the MMP, seems most everybody is suffering or knows somebody who is. Best I can do is a runny nose and a string of sneezes now at 11…sorry, false alarm on #12… But so far everything is performing more or less properly.
JtC, don’t do day-drinking (except for above-average amounts of Pepsi), but I do plan to get a beer this weekend at Dinner, just to keep up…
Yank, hope they narrow in on the problem, at least it seems they think it is treatable. Lasers in the eye…ain’t science wonderful? (as a matter of fact, science is wonderful).
Wheelie, I retired at 63 when all the math showed me I’d make more being a retired drain on society than putting in my 40 hrs. for another 2-3 years, much like quietly. I want to be like Frank.
Flyboy, good luck with the USAA investigation; maybe it’ll get you something more.
Shadie, OUCH!! Hope things heal up or you can see a Doc without the accompanying Asian doodads…
Whoooo…57 messages and counting for Moanday…wonder what the rest of the week will be like.
OK, need to do a little e-mailing here and be thinking about bedtime. All y’all take care.
An extra-gentle hug from me to all the back-pain suffering Mumpers.
I was in line at the Gettin’ Sto’ and an elderly lady limped up to the line, holding her back. I gave her a sympathetic look, she laughed back at me, and we killed time in line commiserating about how much it 
to hurt.
Pretty sure she was giving me the stink-eye on the side, as I’m likely half her age. Whatevs, my back hurts, too, sometimes.
Sorting went OK. Of couese there was a leaking hazmat package. And since WB and Harazardous Ken were off, A and Deb had left, the Senior Shouting Officer handed it to me. 
Which wouldn’t be a problem if if I had access to the Hazmat system, but I don’t. So I had to leave it for Day Shift. Also, the A/C drain for the whole side of the building, and runs through my apartment clogged, and leaked into the hallway. They had to snake it. and this after it froze and flooded the apartment last week. I’m gonna start putting “U-107” instead of “Apt-107” on forms. But I got a bacon cheeseburger, seasoned fires, and an Old Fashioned, so it’s all good.
< snerk > Except the butt-crack of dawn is usually the halfway point of my day.
{{{{FCD and family }}}}
“Knobjockey twatface” is a good name for my wether app. Everytime it changes from rain to no rain, it rains.
{{{{WetOne}}}} Glad you’re going to the doc.
{{{{VanGo}}}} and {{{{shades}}}} Hope the backs feel better.
{{{{Nellie}}}} hope the migraine gets better.
Everybody I know who reitred ended up up working more, because “Hey, X is retired, we can get them to help with this project!”
The other advantage of working a way early shift. The Venn Diagram of “Drinking first thing in the morning” and “Having a beer after work” are concentric circles. 
The new doc was a nice young woman. She took us both in at the same time and talked to us for a long time. Almost an hour I think. We like her. We’re gonna keep her.
We liked the last one, but she went to Arizona. Something about not gettin’ paid by the clinic, which closed.
We also ran the car through the car wash, went to the grocery store, and filled the car with gas, then came home.
It was a good day. Temps below 100 too. Win-win.