Tomorrow marks the birthday of Grasshopper No.1. It is hard to believe that she has 13 years until she qualifies for Medicare. Whoa! What does that say about my age. Obviously No.1 was spoiled rotten because she was the “first”. Happy Birthday No.1.
Your Mom and I attended the UW-Badger game Saturday against Utah State. It was a night game and the weather was absolutely beautiful. UW was rated No.6 in the nation by Sports Illustrated at the start of the season. The Badgers lost to Oregon State two weeks ago and Saturday night came down to a missed field goal by Utah State or the Badgers would have lost their second game to a non-rated school. Great Expectations for the season have turned to sh–. It is now trying to survive week to week.
My personal Chiropractor gave me my second major adjustment for my recent leg problems (piriformus muscle screwing up my sciatic nerve). A personal thanks to the “Karing K” who tolerates my stubborn-ness. It has only been two days and I can feel the difference. I have great expectations.
Grandson Grant lost the ferret he had aquired while visiting relatives in Iowa. As Grasshopper No.1 knows, ferrets are cute but they are also mischievious (with sharp teeth). Actually Grant had added a nickname of “Nippy” to the cute rascal. Nippy found a loose drain plug and somehow got caught in underground tile. I remember Grasshopper No.1 had a ferret that claimed a space under kitchen cabinets. The entrance hole was so small that you’d think it would be impossible to pass through. I think there is a “Nippy 2” in the future. Grant has accepted the loss and he now moves on to great expectations.
Anyone wanting to drink the same “Kool-Aid” that I do, let me know. The world then becomes pretty colors and rainbows.
Love,
Dad