A “Sign”

Last Tuesday was my 1000th blog.  That represents over 10 years of mindless drivel.

On Wednesday, Aug. 6, I had a cataract surgically removed.  Exactly one year ago on Aug. 6, I happened to be in the hospital awaiting heart surgery.  The heart surgery got postponed because electrical power was lost for several days (tornados).  Last Wednesday morning I got up early for the eye surgery.  I turned on the TV and suddenly everything went dead.  No TV.  No nothing.  The power was out “again” on the day of surgery.  It only lasted about 20-30 seconds this time.  I try not to be superstitious, but this loss of power thing is a little un-nerving.  I thought it might be a  “sign”.  Alas, everything went all right.

Grandson Mitchell is 16 and will play basketball this Fall in Madison. I played a few games of “HORSE” with him last week.   He can really shoot a basketball.  As a kid growing up, I spent a lot of time on the playgrounds of Plymouth playing “hoops” and I developed a pretty deadly jump shot.  I liked to think I could beat anybody.  My skills have diminished but I do not think I could beat Mitchell even in my prime.  Now the goal is to convince him to shoot more in his high school games.  Nobody does it better!

This weekend is the Mile(s) of Music in downtown Appleton.  Over 250 bands will perform at one time or another.  I can’t wait to hear my favorite band.  Wait!  All my favorites are either retired or dead.

The Packers play Saturday night!  Let the fantasy begin?

Love,

Dad