If you’ve not noticed, I’ve been doing a lot of whining recently. (And how could you NOT?)
Health issues, money issues, issues with insurance, maintenance and repair of the residence, yatta, yatta, yatta…
Sometimes it’s all on which I focus.
But, recent events have come to pass involving others, which puts things in perspective.
My friend and former boss, John, with whom I recently re-connected on FB, has had it rough. When I knew him back in college, he had it ‘all’. Former Marine, married to a beautiful woman, a nice house. I had none of these things. During the subsequent years, he lost his marriage, his home, his livelihood.
Sometime in the interim, he rejoined the Service, the second time the Navy!
After his discharge he lived on the streets for eleven years!
He is now on VA-related disability, and helps homeless vets with his own funds when he is able (!)
Sadly, he is battling a slow leukemia. And just found out that his heart is failing, AND, he has lung cancer!!!
In another part of the Republic, Brigid’s father may be on his way out. He is a WWII AAC veteran, and still lives in Brigid’s childhood home. He recently contracted pneumonia, often deadly for older folks. His next birthday he will be 97. If he makes it.
Here are two fine men. They have served their country. Raised decent and proper children. One of whom is a dear friend.
And here I am whining.
I am currently in an undisclosed location (paid for by J’s homeowner’s insurance). A hotel, enabling us to get a hot shower and stay out of the repair zone while the insurance adjuster, contractors, plumbers, et al fight it out for repair of the one bath in the house with a shower. Because of a ceiling leak.
I worry about the minutiae. Having to use part of the deductible funds to ‘secure the room’, for example.
But, while I am ill, it doesn’t appear lethal.
Perspective, I’m tellin’ ya!
Be grateful for that which you have.
I’m still learning this lesson…
(Yes, I know, it’s not even SPRING, yet!)
A couple of weeks ago, it was cold and rainy, as it should be in February. Highs in the 50’s and 60s.
BUT, we do have occasions of warmer weather spurts, followed by cooling off periods, usually culminating in the first 100° temperature around the beginning of May (sometimes a day or two earlier. April?)
I remember a month of so ago, my roommate asking me to turn up the heat a click, as she was ‘freezing’. (The can be difficult to gauge accurately, as our thermostat resembles a Quija board, and she has her own internal thermostatic issues. And my room, most Westerly in the house, gets the most Sun and heat – making it 5-10 degrees warmer in warmer months (and colder in colder months)!
It appears we are beginning an up-tic: 88° Sunday (today), then 90°,92°,93°,92°,93°,95°,94° ! (per Yahoo Weather)
(My apologies, Rev. Paul, Brigid and Gloria!)
The brain trust on the street (aka the Chicken Littles) have begun proclaiming with it being this hot so early, that we are in for a scorching Summer, as is one may extrapolate the weather that far out! (attention Chicken Littles – most weather readers have enough trouble getting tomorrow’s temp correct! And you can predict 100 years in advance? Yeah. Global Warming. RI-IGHT!)
Like it’s going to be 150° in the shade in July. Silly geese.
Everyone knows it most likely won’t exceed 122°, 123°…
(Hopefully, this won’t happen until July, if ever!)
PHOENIX (CBS5) –
Do you remember the hottest day in Phoenix history?
It was on June 26, 1990, a day not easily forgotten as the mercury hit an all-time high temperature of 122 degrees.
Okay, June then!
Hot, crusty, cheesy, pepperoni…no WAIT! 🙂
I like symmetry. Things that go together, in balance.
A woman with a huge, uh, chest area, doesn’t appeal to me. The same goes for the bottom area.
IF the rest of her doesn’t match!
(And I don’t like Kardashians just on that principle!)
(I’m speaking in generalities here – please don’t write angry missives.)
I LOVE PIZZA! Probably too much.
Many folks have moved here (the Valley of the Sun) from New York and Chicago. And Connecticut!
And started their pizza places. Some quite yummy!
My all-time favorite is RED DEVIL. Started in 1960 by the Digeno family, their Margherita-style thin crust pizza is the BEST. With quality, savory sauce and toppings. Sadly, my roomie thinks their crust is too tough, and the location near us is not of the same quality as the original. 😦
But, it all goes together.
In search of ‘other’ pizza, we sometimes try other places around the Valley (when we have money). We have found some that were pretty good. Brooklyn V’s, owned by a NY couple and her ex-husband(?!) in Gilbert is pretty good. And reasonably priced. And the cannoli and tiramasu are to die for! Good crust, quality toppings – but (for me) the sauce is meh. No ZIP! Not even savory. Ketchup.
We only go there when J. has a medical procedure in the East Valley, and we have money, anyway…
Recently, we found a long time Valley favorite, Spinato’s. Ken and Elaine Spinato came to the Phoenix area and opened their business in 1974. From Chicago. The thin crust is to die for. And they don’t skimp on the quality toppings.
But (again) with the sauce! Slightly sweet, and no spice! MEH!
It must all go together!
If only RED DEVIL would share their sauce recipe! Or Tommy’s on Dunlap (long out-of-business)…
The search continues, both for the perfect pizza and the perfect woman.
(Of course, I’m broke until the 20th, so the search will have to wait! Both pizza and women require money. Wait – that didn’t come out right…)
Great, just like reading Brigid, now I’m hungry! Hoist on my own pizza…
(FTC – I pay for my own pizza. Get your own!)
That bastard CANCER!
I’ve a number of friends on and off the Internet who have had it.
Some have survived; some not-so-much. 😦
I’ve had it twice.
Earlier this year, my dear friend Bob Hall was taken by it. Brigid’s brother by the same variety as Bob over a year ago.
We found out last week that Tom Lindsay of Fill Yer Hands is battling it.
My roomie’s ex (who remains a friend of hers and father to their daughter) has had a tumor in his sinuses removed, and a bladder tumor.
We found out yesterday another bladder tumor has appeared, and he is scheduled for yet another surgery!
In keeping with the bizarre tradition around here, many of my friends happen to be named Bob or Dave. His name is David.
Please keep a good thought for him, and pray, if that’s what you do.
He’s a good guy. and another gunnie.
(Well, Here We Are, March 5, 2011)
I’ve been posting something (sometimes
copied stolen from others, sometimes amended, sometimes original) EVERY DAY since March 5, 2011. Sometimes multiple somethings…
Along with a quote, funny, beauty and a You Tube clip.
What a long, strange, but mostly good trip it’s been…
I began blogging, as I’d been reading other’s blogs for about eighteen months (being on disability, and wasting time on the computer). It occurred to me “Hey, maybe I can find a woman who likes guns” this way?
I did. Unfortunately, the female gun bloggers I first found were in Idaho, Ohio and Indiana. If you didn’t guess, I’m in Arizona. So much for THAT idea! 😦
They became my Blogmothers™
Two remain today – Brigid and Tamara. The others stopped blogging. (I don’t think I had anything to do with it.)
This blog has seen me through good times and bad times. Loss and regain of benefits. Skin cancer (post recovery from lymphoma) and minor injuries. Loss of good friends like Mark Bell and Bob Hall.
But the BEST, and most surprising part, are the friendships I’ve developed through this medium. Who knew?
A huge thank you goes out to the generosity of people I only know through the Internet, who have offered me support, both moral and financial. And given me gifts! You know who you are…
I miss those who are no longer blogging, by choice or life circumstance – North, Matt, Maura, CoolChange, William the Coroner and many others. (If I’ve left you off the list and you are still around, please forgive me).
I am SO GRATEFUL for (in no particular order) Bobbi, Doc in Yuma, Ron, Proud Hillbilly, Paul, Kevin Baker and the other Kevin, Southern Belle and KX59, Tom, Biff, Keads, Bluesun, Wirecutter, Jim, Greg, Kenny, Quizikle, Sean, Irish, Jeffery and Wilson.
And especially Murphy, Brigid, ASM826 and Borepatch! And Judy, my roomie!
And my dear friend Dave the genius (who prefers to be called Dave the mechanic) who sends me multiple funnies daily to possibly include in the blog! And who – when he is in town – takes me out for Red Devil pizza! And who has been a loyal friend since 1973.
And to all you loyal folks who don’t blog or even leave comments but bother to stop by – THANK YOU!
I don’t know what the future holds, but I do plan to continue posting some useless nonsense daily for a while longer.
It gives me something on which to focus – a routine and discipline.
FIVE YEARS! Here’s to five more!
(Now, if I could just find that WOMAN!)
FTC – Red Devil gives me nothing!
There’s a popular meme regarding firearms possession and safety:
Do you have your gun; it’s a bad neighborhood!?
As though crime doesn’t occur in ‘good’ neighborhoods…
(from my dear friend Brigid)
True Blue Sam the blogger is someone perhaps just a few of you know as a long time friend and commenter here. He’s also something more special. He’s my father in law. He and my mother in law, both firearm owners and skilled and proficient shooters, had a home invasion on Thursday night. The person involved may have been high on drugs (I’m guessing meth) – he DID ransack one of the freezers in the garage, taking a ham hock, a tub of lard and some ocra. Just saying.
No one was hurt, but there are lessons to be learned. Not just the fact that the perp been detained earlier for a event, had a psyche eval (by Skype no less) and was released to continue his night of mayhem. But rapid response when this sort of thing happens. (Semi Auto is your friend).
We always worried that being in the city that something like this would happen here, and in addition to our stickers shouting alarm system! we added extra bolts, top to frame and bottom braced against a floor joist, for the walk out basement doors, in addition to cutting back shrubbery and adding extra lighting.
But this happened in a very quiet rural area, where the nearest “city” is houses, a barber shop and a church, just as they were heading to bed, and not thinking of defense.
Just some things to think about folks and we’re just thankful they are safe, though a vehicle was stolen and totaled (after getting some serious air time during a chase through the woods) and there was a lot of damage to the home as the perp used firewood outside to break out several windows in an attempt to get into the main house before hitting the garage.
First of all, thank God everyone is safe and well!
And ‘safe neighborhoods’? No such thing!
It’s not paranoia if a threat really exists!
I heard back from Bob this morning. He remains hospitalized, and frankly, things are not good.
From the Man, himself:
I have been diagnosed with esophageal cancer. (Apparently the leg amputation was simply a warm-up.) I will begin three months of radiation and chemotherapy, soon to be followed by surgery to remove the lower third of my esophagus and upper portion of Mr. Stomach.
Prognosis is guarded.
I am attempting to remain positive and as upbeat as possible.
Can you believe this guy?! Positive and upbeat? I’d be a puddle on the floor… 😦
Please keep Bob in your thoughts and prayers. He is a voracious reader (and likes paper media, eschewing the electronic), so I’m bringing him copies of Brigid’s two fine books, when he allows me to visit.