Social distancing, North Georgia style Everyone in the world seems to be sheltered in place as this virus works its way through society, and here in Georgia we’re no exception. Just for reference, Sheila & I live almost 35 miles from downtown Atlanta on the very outskirts of the “greater Atlanta Metro area”. I frequently
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I know what you’re thinking … “Geez, not another post about retirement!!” Well, I can’t promise the subject will never crop up again, but this will be the end of it for a while. Sheila is officially, officially retired. As of December 31, 2019, she is no longer in the work force after far too
For those people who always say, “Stop rushing Christmas!”, we say, “Tough luck!” Yup, it’s only November 12th and our tree is up in our living room. Granted, it’s bare with nary an ornament in sight, but it’s up. AND, we have other stuff displayed already, too … a lighted Santa blow mold, a “candelabra”,
Brief summary, for those who aren’t up to speed: I caught some kind of bad cold or flu in early 2019 I was, generally, feeling pretty lousy for a few months Over Easter weekend I was hospitalized and diagnosed with systolic heart failure After 3 months of trial & error medication attempts, I was fitted
As many of you know, on April 18th I was hospitalized and diagnosed with acute heart failure. After diagnosis and treatment the determination was systolic heart failure due to a viral attack on my heart causing severe damage to my left ventricle. The docs attempted to get my issues under control through various medications over
Over the past three years I have become the (sort-of) team photographer for grandson Carter’s travel league baseball team. A couple of clarifications here, if I may; Clarification #1: Carter is Sheila’s daughter Shauna’s oldest. He is turning 15 in about a week, growing like a weed, and among his many attributes he is a
Sheila, this morning about 7:00 am: “We should go to Brushy Mountain today and get at least one thing on the to-do list taken care of”. Me: “Sure, sounds good” …. The rest of the day went rapidly spiraling downward. Brushy Mountain is one of Sheila’s investment properties, used to be a rental and is now
I know, I’m 67, soon to be 68, years old. But to this point I’ve never truly considered myself “old” in the normal sense of the word. And yeah, I know age is a state-of-mind, you’re-only-as-old-as-you-feel, insert-cliche-here. I’ve never felt old despite the evidence to the contrary. With this recently uncovered health issue (systolic heart
Over the past three years I’ve written, ad nasuem some might suggest, about my incredible good fortune at having a wonderful 35 year marriage, then finding a phenomenal new woman who was willing to marry me, acquiring a new family replete with grandkids, relocating to what might be one of the most beautiful spots in
In a long list of “stuff than could happen”, concerns about my health have rarely, if ever, occupied space in my noggin. “Other” people get sick, not me. I’m the one who keeps on plugging along, caring for the sick and being supportive. After a month-long stretch of being dog-tired to the point of fatigue,
