Monday, October 30, 2017
Posted at 7:01 PM
Saturday, October 28, 2017
Shepard Road runs right past our place, giving us a good vantage point for the run of the day. Saturday morning they blocked the street for a huge turnout, despite the 33 degree weather.
We don’t know who they are, where they come from, how far they are going or why they are wearing the ridiculous costumes, but eventually they all went home and they reopened the street. They looked like they had lots of fun and observers spent their time shouting and ringing bells to encourage the runners, prompting one runner to shout the classic Christopher Walken line, “We need more cowbell!”
Posted at 10:43 AM
Thursday, October 26, 2017
|Thursday guests for Afternoon Tea were Mr. Mark Olson, pictured at left, and Mr. Robert Suel.|
Posted at 6:24 PM
Sunday, October 22, 2017
|That's the Mendota Bridge at left|
Now that you know where we are, come and see us sometime.
Posted at 11:29 AM
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
|Souvenir EKG from the St. Paul paramedics.|
Capt. Jeff joked that when it is Buca’s, they all come.
Stan has been prepping for two days for a traditional colonoscopy. He drank the prescribed bottle of magnesium citrate on Monday night, began his fluid diet, then completed the awful routine by drinking the gallon of GoLytely Tuesday and early Wednesday morning. Seemed like he had enough to drink.
Colonoscopy complete and satisfactory this morning, and with a warning to take it easy today until the drugs wore off, Stan and his required driver were off to Buca’s for lunch.
It wasn’t until they finished the Chicken Parmesan and the spaghetti that Stan noticed something wrong. Dizzy, disoriented, light headed. “I don’t feel so good,” he told his wife and soon bowed his head. The next thing he knew, the paramedics and firemen in blue uniforms had surrounded him.
“Shouldn’t you be wearing black,” Stan quipped, not knowing what had transpired in the long minutes his head was cradled in his wife’s arms and the help was doing their best to help.
A shot of oxygen and a return of color to his face later, he said he could walk. “Stand slowly,” another paramedic said. “I’ll walk you to the car." Done. (Buca’s kindly comped the lunch.)
After a short nap, friends happened to drop by to see the new place. She’s a nurse. We soon diagnosed the problem. Despite drinking over a gallon of solution for the colonoscopy, Stan had neglected the instruction to drink 8 to 10 glasses of water a day. He was dehydrated… and of course the drugs and fasting didn't help. He just fainted.
At any rate, we’re grateful to the cadre of St. Paul paramedics, firefighters, and the good people at Buca’s for their prompt care and attention. We feel fine and are drinking plenty of fluids now.
And thanks as well to my wife, Kathleen, for her love -- and for keeping my face out of the spaghetti sauce.
Posted at 9:30 PM
Saturday, October 07, 2017
|Enjoying a moment in the den, now that we can see it.|
It still took Four Men and a Truck to dig us out and move us, and we're just starting to get organized and free. But it is still "Save, trash or give away" as we work to get some elbow room in the new place.
What has been very helpful is the set up we found in the new garage. They've got a dumpster for trash, one for recycle and. . . a Free Table for stuff that you deem too good to throw away.
We've taken full advantage of the Free Table and delight as items disappear. We speculate who got the mirror, the table, the spoons, the pots we left, etc. ... that we laboriously hauled here from the old place, just to give it away.
When we really don't know what to do we can cheat and store some stuff at Dan's condo.
This Saturday we're starting to enjoy the fruit of our labors. We have saved the good stuff and the memorabilia, trashed the superfluous, and we don't think we'll miss any of that stuff we got rid of.
"Sweetie, I can't find my favorite red shirt."
Posted at 3:23 PM