Time Marches on

Boy, does it ever...seems lke only yesterday it was Thanksgiving. Today marks the end of April.  Time is like sand through your fingers.

As a boy I used to calculate how many years I would live and what the year would be my last...Well, 2012 nearly won out.  I figure that I've got at least 20 more years.

So the problem of the day is how to overcome these disabilities all be them temporary...that's the 64,000 dollar question...

One foot in front of the other is a pretty damn good start...YAAAAA THINK??.

FORTUNATELY, LIFE GOES ON..ABOVE YOU SEE GRACIE WITH HER MOM FOLLOWING THE PERFORMANCE OF ALADIN....WHICH OUR GIRL HAD A PART..

THE SAME WEEKEND IT WAS DAWN'S BLAZIN' HOT BIRTHDAY.

THERE'S OUR GIRL IN THE ALADIN'S CHORUS LINE...SHE'S THE SMALLEST ONE OF THE GROUP WITH GLASSES.

I JUST HAD TO POST THIS SHOT AGAIN.  YA THINK WE COULD HAVE BURNED THE HOUSE DOWN??!!!

CAN'T BELIEVE IT?!!

I cannot belive that it's April.  Daughter Dawn had a birthday last Monday and it's in April...tax man is knocking on the door so it must be April. Where does time go anyhow?

Had our taxes done by a local guy...instead of paying your truly will be getting two checks (one from the state and the second from the Feds) for approximately 6 grand!!!  Made my freaking day..big time!!!!  For this current tax year I'll be filing single (unless hell freezes over and I re-marry---which is much to the chagrin of the kids!) and claiming myself as 1 dependent.  Let's see how that works out....

Just received my second edition of What About Bob...it covers 2007 through 2008...hard bound, and quite the beauty.  The previous edition covers 2006 up until 2007.  I'm pretty proud of how both editions turned out....it looks as if two more edtions will be required to bring this project up-to-date.

Life continues on.  What with doctor's appointments, physical and emotional therapy, the many visits from friends and relatives...there's hardly time for much else. I guess that is why I can't believe that it is April...time is flying so I must be having fun. And remember TTFN which is short for Ta-Ta for now!!!

Murphy's Law

#12 Nothing is easy as it looks...

#13 If anything can go wrong it will....

So, looking at Law number 12...you'd think that walking would be a no brainer...you get up, you walk.  Well folks, at ain't that damn easy. Something I have taken for granted all these years is suddenly a huge challenge....

Take eating as another example of Law #12,,,,unless my neck is positioned down and I'm talking wayyyy down, choking, gagging, etc. takes place thereby elimating any intelligent conversation...well, the good Lord finally figured out a way to shut old Bob up during meals...

Then there's manual dexterity....can't even tie my own shoes....thank God for son-in-law Keith who does everything fo me that is related to showering and dressing.  He is a real jewel.

And then there's rule #13...Like old Capt Bob fallling flat on his face...like not being able to get up in time to make the toilet..yes, walking remains a huge challenge.

I think that I've vented more than enough...Thanks ever so much for reading this stupid ass blog..

IT'S APRIL?!!

Where or where does time go?  I had hoped/thought/thunked that by now I'd be up and running. So, I ask myself, Is it me or the condition?  A suspect a little or a lot of both.

Eating is the same as it was prior to the insertion of the feeding tube:  Choking, gagging.

Dexerity is in the shitter, I shit you not.

Walking has improved...still shaky but nonetheless improved.

I have to be helped in and out of bed.

I must be "showered" by son-in'law Keith. 

Still have to have my butt wiped....!

Constant coughing, spitting up:  I'm a really joy to be around.

Okay, TMI time is over!!!!

You get the picture...Bob is improving but slowly.  I'll get there (wherever "there" is) sooner or most probably later....

Santana - Smooth (feat. Rob Thomas)

An old favorite!!! By an old favorite band!!!

Lots and Lots of Crap!

Well, where do I begin?  First off I F'ed (short for fucked up)...so, back to first off:  I F'd up my Facebook account where I can't even access it.

Second:  Son-in-law Keith is on a Bob Independace trip having me do much more than I am ready to  do. He means well and is generally good natured about what I can and cannot do...guess I should shut up and roll with it....

Third:  I am exacly at where I was 8 months ago with my eating...chocking, gagging and so on. Picture food spewing across the table...in general it is disgusting and I am not fit to eat in public... I hate to go back relying on the tube inserted into my chest for nourishment....

Fourth: I forget what exactly the fourth thing was...ah, yes...got it::  My dexterity is in the toilet.  Literally.  At takes forever to eat, type.........you get the picture...

And thus ends the Bob Gripe session for today............

 

The Last Day of Sailing

The last day sailng (and of Candace's life)  Here she's down below mugging for my camera and a shot with yours truly at the helm .....well kind of...there was very little wind that day so mostly we sat and talked...

 

Home Alone

Well. almost all alone.  The kids took off to camp with friends..  Since Friday they'vr been gone leaving me with son Scott...who does a pretty decent job of taking care of bizz. They'll roll in some time Momday just in time for Dawn's birthday celebration.

I can't seem to shake images that are nearly constant. of that fateful morning in June.  While this bugs the living shit out of me. I guess I get something out of it.  Isn't that sick? Okay, you're thinking. "Yeah. Bob IS indeed sick and has more than one screw loose."

 And I probably do...my psychologist friend thinks that I  am on the path to total recovery.  She claims to have "my back" which at the time she makes this statement feels prettty damn good.  At times I feel like I'm nuts which brings up the old Bob-ism of "You know what drives me nuts?  Tight butts drive me nuts, that's what!!" On women!!!!!

And that's the name of that tune!!!