I turned on the furnace heat this morning for about 1/2 hour. Damn it was cold. Besides I am sick!
Thursday Grasshopper No.1 celebrates a birthday. I won’t reveal her age but she has less than 10 years before she qualifies for Social Security. Happy Birthday No.1.
Grandson Mitchell over in Madison saw his Junior Varsity football team win it’s 4th straight game. It was something obscene like 66-0. The team is unbeaten and “rolling”. Enjoy the ride. Sometimes that kind of success only happens once in a lifetime.
Saturday I ventured down to Fond du lac to watch Grandson Tommy play Youth football. His team was over-matched and lost “big”. Tommy had tackles and sacks and all kinds of good stuff. The game time temperature was 65 degrees F. and bright sunshine. My personal nurse took good care of me. Is there anything better than football on a September afternooon in Wisconsin.
Last night (late Monday afternoon), I got to attend Grandson Dominic’s JV game in DePere. The team lost 18-8 but it was a great night for football. Imagine sitting in the stands when the loudspeaker blares out “tackle by (Grandson) Dominic”. It gave me goose bumps.
So you see, I am beginning to slowly return to normal things.
The local hospital where I had “the operation” keeps increasing the intensity of my physical rehab program. Walk faster. Peddle faster. Lift heavier weights. Don’t they know I am an old man.
As part of rehab, they recommend I take nutritional education classes. It essentially establishes the normal eating requirements for a 2000 calarie per day eating regimen. After you learn some of the terms like sodium, chloresterol and saturated fat, eating still turns out to be common sense. Dah!
My next goal is to attend one of Grandson Mitchell’s game in Madison. Soon!
The first day of Fall is Sunday. Where did Summer go?
Love,
Dad