Happy birthday also came with pictures

cat named Secret

Thunder, God rest his soul

pretzel ... oh, wait, that's Toby

Megan

Megan cheesy!

Debbie with a black ball of wonder and stubbornness. To think thathey found Thunder to be stubborn!

Well, not of my opening anything. I did open an email and found it chock full of pics from Debbie. Thanks Debbie!

Bethy sent me a dog's cleverness!


Lest I not forget, the folks gave me a card with cash -- hey! I can get what I want, THANKS!
Aunt Dorothy and Uncle Jack sent me a card with a wonderful sentiment!

Jennifer sent me an ecard.

Thank you all, very, very much!

puppy who visited

So, there you see ... Lois and the visiting dog, Sissy and jealous Daisy. Sissy escaped from her house; we later found out that the family was having the yard redone and she went adventuring. Sad to note that they weren't too active in finding her. The numbers on her tag were a clue, but ..

the neighborhood number was defunct. The other number was to a man, was "grandpa" who lived just outside of FW. It was my birthday and it was spent trying to track down the puppy's humans. Thank goodness for the internet and the still-free sites to research phone numbers. I found the "grandpa" and he was going to return the dog to the family, after he got her a new tag. She was a gregarious little girl who seemed to favor guys.

We found out that she sleeps with an 8 year-old boy. What a cute little girl. She was something, especially to get Lois out there with her.

Daisy, the next-door neighbor dog wasn't too keen on sharing attention and "treats". End of story, we were out way north and ate out there for lunch.

I never knew that friends of mine were directly behind me in the booth. What a fool I am. I had lox on bagel with capers and sour cream -- a rareity. The folks treated me to lunch -- how very nice.

I got a couple of cards and a load of pictures. Thanks you all for the happy birthday.

I had to work ... it wasn't the best of nights ... oh, well.

Taxi

lacking a "Jim" (Christopher Lloyd) character, we have the stocky dispatcher, Thomas sending himself out to run his grandson around to his rotten job. The grandson got a job and his training shows a shady group pushing junk. He needs the money and has nothing else to do. He was given an "opt out" option to take the money and run. Thomas suggested that he just lump it and do the class. The early morning trek has taken its toll on Thomas. His grandson isn't driving right now (no further details will be disclosed at this time), so Thomas pitches in.

Marcus, many months ago, chose not to pursue this company heavily as there was a notable "shadiness" about them.

How many companies ask you what you drive? I would suggest that most companies merely want to be sure that you have a licence and reliable transportation -- end of story.

improvement

M. R. has recovered some in hospital. She was the one mentioned in my succumb entry. Lois spoke with her, while M. R. was in hospital. I hope that she is mostly recovered by now. What a wicked nasty thing to happen.

I must correct myself as the spots were not cysts, but rather other tissue problems, much like cysts. To some, life isn't fair or very courteous.

bible in hand

Lois is going to bible study again with friends ... that's a great activity! I hope that she has it done.

Father might golf today at a golf dome, that is unless his grandson calls for a ride. The grandson has driving limitations for the time being, so ... he needs a ride to work. I know where he works, but not what he does.

It is a wonder

Short list of nothing

I passed a postal exam, but now what?
I'm going to work on another typically bad weather day -- blah!
It's mid-April and early May I have a test for which I am not sure I am ready.
I got a chance to meet up with friends, I now get to see every other week because of my looney schedule
I did an interview, but the job for which I applied isn't available
I got some bills paid, only find that it was a subsurface layer -- still more layers to go

I'm happy enough, but just not "happy"

Happy Easter to you all!


I got a little spark of light -- I was able to take out the folks for lunch, now that's something!

Newness

Logan is featured on the left, new into the fold of the family. He was well received.

Nameless, cuteness, newness ... this puppy here was shipped FedEx and missed her connecting flight Friday. She is welcomed into her house, where there is much to chew. While she is not Angel, she is who she is. It might be that her name will be "Honey".
Jessica left while Daddy and Uncle Marker talked politics and sweeping changes. Later, she and "Honey" made some sweeping changes in another way. The puppy "helped" by chewing on the tasty tassled broom. Jessica had fun, for sure.

The puupy with Diane ... smiles of sorts ... joy, of course; chew and be free.

The puppy wanted to chew and chase the bunny as she did her brothers and litter mates, but the bunny would not have it -- imagine that. Floppsy was a good boy and held up his own. He chewed on me only minorly and shed like a fiend. He is around 6-7 years now, quite the old man.

Yes, if you hadn't guessed it, the Freygangs have an "Easter" gift -- new Golden Retreiver puppy.

Happy Easter to you and may you remember and live with Christ

if not, then live a life spreading love and peace.

Snow way we are going there!

Thomas and Lois went to lunch today. The plan was to go to a restaurant 15/20 minutes away. When they left -- storm raging, high wind and large flakes. What gives?

They quickly re-routed or turned tail and fled and got to another, different and closer restaurant. They seemed to enjoy it and were, for the first time in a while, warm!

He has a face

International man of mystery, this L W, of Jenny's dating fame, now has a face. Thanks Jenny!

I will insert a different conversation here, "No! You da man!"

Happy Easter!

I arose to see this. He has risen and lives so that you can too. Remember Jesus, if you are Christian, otherwise ... just be peaceful, nice, and love one another.

Work asks questions

So ... when are you moving ... around here?
Is there a reason why you aren't moved yet?
So, is there anything we can do to get you moved up here?


I think I feel a trend here.

On the lighter side of things, I have been asked to "shop" for a few things. Why I'm the one is beyond me, but I don't mind. The other people there have been there longer and are younger, but ... they seem to have no interest in such things.

I have a test in around a month and they will begin "grilling" me on the materials. I was told to make study sheets so that I can walk in with a prepared speech, essentially, over each section. And this testing and verbal meeting is two hours long? Oi! I'm not stressed, but yikes -- I'm not all thrilled to do all that. The good news is that upon successful completion, I get a bump in pay. The "bump" isn't much, as I calculated it to be about 50 cents/hr, but it is something. I can only hope that I can get through the other sections much faster.

Succumb

A friend, having allergies enough for several people, was diagnosed with cysts on her lungs. The message ... brief was all, emptied much hope for her. As far as I know, that's all I know. Avoiding much, evading hostile organisms, still -- her weak body found a way to transform. My heart and I hope others, many others, prayers go out to her.

Frugality based on health, she still bears scars of living, her many efforts perhaps all for naught.

Marcus' dirty work

Ah ... somewhat accidents at work.

Well, you might know that I work in food prep in the course of my work. Well, now on two occasions, I have had the wondrous joy of wearing food that was prepped. I must say, that often, my speed in walking at work has generally sent the material flying away from me, but I got to wear it a few times.

I have also burnt myself several times. There is, undoubtedly, a secret bet as to when I will cut myself at work. There are those at work who feel my "method" with cutting instruments will lead to cutting myself. I am not wickedly fast or using them as "weapons", but precariously hold blades sometimes. I doubt, really, that I will sever a layer of skin. If so, gloves and I get to step away from food. Who wants this bloody food item? No, I mean bloody, not just an English term here.

One recent thing at work that made me laugh ... a nice-looking young woman/girl had her back to the counter. I helped a couple of guys, while their attention wasn't on me, nor my shoulder, nor ribs, but rather her butt. Dashed lines were present, easy to follow. She wasn't impressed when I let her know that her butt was the focus of much attention, unwanted or not.

Lois' pride and joy

Lois was able to work on weeding today. She hadn't been able to do much of anything like that for a while. It was a large, though quieted victory. So, hurrah for Lois, and hurray for the new knees and the energy that comes with it. While full-out gardening is out of the question, plucking and planting here and there is in the realm of possibility.

For Thomas, swinging and clubbing are still yet to be done on a course. The guys all call to the fairway dieties for mercy and for weather where they can walk hours in the heat batting balls. Soon, the response is ... "soon", that and nothing more.

God's humor at work

So ... this guy at work reminds me much, very much, of a brother-in-law. Which brother-in-law you might ask. I will hint:

He listens to talk radio, quotes it, then asks others -- as though they were listening similtaneously with him. Razzle-frazzle-babble-gumble? Uh ... I just don't know guy! This man's wit is quick ... makes little cartoonish "woo-hoo" noises -- funny, as he is really timid as a general rule. Given the chance, I'm sure he'd exhaust your ears with opinions and annecdotes and "long story, making it longer".

Yes, Jim ... somehow you got transplanted, in some small way, to my workplace.

"Ain't actin' shady"

Thomas and Lois went out and got a replacement for the slightly torn shade. Not too bad, eh?

Curtains up for shade

The curtains are up, finally, and Thomas and Lois went out to look for a book, "Mere Christianity" by C. S. Lewis and to buy a lampshade. I don't think the weather will hold out for them, but I could be wrong.

Work award

Unlike martial arts, you don't want greater degrees of burns. This one is a second degree burn.

Spot remover

Lois' spot shrinks every day ... thank God for that!

It came, it stinks, it goes to work

I had to put my money where my mouth was and I bought this one to replace the bad ones at work. DHL delivered it. Either DHL or the company itself reeks of old cigarettes --

puyuck ... pettooee, pew. Thank goodness it goes to work.

Blech!

Remember walking in the sand

As luck would have it, I went out for dinner and a walk with a friend from work. There is a lake nearby, so we walked there.

+ entry title from Aerosmith

Mission: put my money where my mouth is

I mentioned a situation, then I had to solve it. I found a solution, but I had to pay for it, though I'll get re-imbursed for it. Huh. I wonder how often I'll find "solutions".

Y not

Thomas and Lois might, just might, make a habit of going to the YMCA more often in the week. They seem invigorated and livelier when they are done. Being healthier too, as a side benefit, isn't too shabby either.

Got their bags

Thomas and Lois headed off for the YMCA today, after months of absence. As foreboding or as a test of their comittment, a storm raged full mostly of wind -- cursing their travels. Stallwarts as they were, they weathered the storm to make it to the YMCA. There, Lois usually does water aerobics, but with her leg spot (cancer removed), she isn't to be in water for long periods of time until it is better healed. Explain her long showers ...
anyway, Thomas got a chance to go to the golf dome and hit balls. He's aching to really golf, you know ... on a course, with flags, fairways, and all of that stuff there.

story teller, based on fact

I spoke with the manager who is supposed to register me for a class, then generally are 10-3 on the day they are run. This just about puts me out of doing that and going to work. I could, in theory, do the class then drive up and start work from like 4 "ish" to close. Now that, ladies and gentleman, would be a long friggin' day!

I was reading over the book. The "testing", as the manager put it, will be for me to verbally recall the sections, in mostly their entirety answering all of the questions in the book, and then able to verbally answer the panel's other questions. This is for step one of many hurdles. There is a lot to remember, thankfully I don't think some parts are on later tests.

I looked over it all and it appears to me that I'll be telling the "Illiad" and at the end, be open for questions.

Curtains down, trellis up

The curtains came down today to make way for painting. The painting hasn't started.

The trellis in the front was blown down in the Winter. This is the first time that we had a chance to fix it. After a small investment of parts -- up again it is. The thick growth on it, mixed with an old robin's nest didn't help it stay up either. The back was a mess with sticks -- so, we picked up those as well.

The curtains cost $54 to clean. Oi! I guess I'd need to know what the cost is on other things to be cleaned.

Played out

Ah, dear Charlie called me for he had not seen me in a long time.
"... needs a new job", for I work hours that eliminate me from playtime with him.

Charlie wanted to play the 'spinny' "where you do this ... and that" game. Twister, with Keith and myself, Charlie especially. The two dogs didn't really want to be stuck on the sofa. They are, after all, children with thicker hair. They needed to play too.

Marcus got a chance to help Keith, here, to move a sofa in place of another one. Charlie didn't take well to the change. In happier news, they found where they would like to send him for Kindergarten -- a Montesourri school.

I included this in the family blog because my good buddy Charlie always thinks of me.

........

Thomas and Lois went out on Monday to get some things from Menards. They mistakenly left them in the van, but Marcus retrieved them when they remembered. Otherwise, they had an alright day. Lois is tired of being tired all the time, but declines coffee that I could make her -- keeping her lively for hours if need be.

positively work

There's a woman at work who is diabetic. She has to administer shots to herself while at work. She does it in the arm, bruising easily. After I mentioned that Lois does this, but in the abdomen, this woman rebuffed the idea of stomach shots for the same reason -- bruising. At least she's pro-active with it and taking it seriously!

I was asked yet another question about the volumes of stuff I was to read and remember. What does this weigh? Uh ... I don't know. The SATs were simple, these tests, whenever I get them, will be grueling, for sure. I'm not nervous or worried, but there is a fartload of stuff that they want me to have committed to memory.

It was funny, I was "attempting" to direct people at work, but it got busy, always and we ran behind. A shift leader, previously an assistant manager before he left the company then returned, noted the volume of business that we did over projected. We were short-staffed and had our butts handed to us. I mentioned on my personal blog about my disappointment with placement and use of personnel. Sometimes, I wonder what goes on in the heads of people. One manager, in particular, tends to send off people during a fifteen minute lull, only see to business surge like a tsunami. For this reason, I consider him quite a fool regarding staffing. Granted, the one guy he sent home was, well, not imbibed with strong work ethics ... sloth-like speed at times, mixed with tendencies toward chatting-in-lieu-of-working and eating the buffet discards (food pulled off buffet that is okay, not on some one's plate), but still. The kid, who might have been selectively placed (special needs person with some limitations regarding cognition) called me, Speedy Gonzales, for dishes can be done fast -- unlike what he shows.

I got freed 25 minutes early, for lack of business ... they had no choice but to drop people -- they kept only the closers. I drove in the evening setting sun and saw around ten wild deer in different fields. There were four in one field, and a couple in another, etc. I'm assuming they had an easy winter, yet again this year.

Cards, spelled W-I-N

Thomas and Lois hosted cards on Friday with friends. Friends and Thomas and Lois rotate houses where it is held. The boys won two or three in a row, but the girls won big twice; 'smack down'! They all had fun, but the guys can't pull a win for anything. Perhaps next, cheating will be used.

I was asked if I knew some background

on the company ... it would be "good for me to know". Ah, I thought it more like filler, but apparently, I should know more stuff. Fun, fun, fun. I don't mind learning, but some of that is inapplicable. "Goes to motive, your honor". "Very well then, procceed."

Unremarkable journey

This is my 50 mile trek. Thank God, truly, for my tiny fuel efficient car.

This is the town where I work. Actually, there are two towns butted against each other. I work somewhere between the two lakes at the top. If only I got out to see them.

This is where I will likely move for 6 months to cut on my travel time. I am not moving there yet. I'm going to kill some debt first, then worry about it. After training, I think I might be placed near Indy, so ... why get a commitment here when I'm not going to be placed here?

From work, with hope

Attache, complete with work and stuff to read ... much of it due Monday. Read 'em and weep!

Postal

Marcus took a postal exam today. The toughest part of it was, "memorize all of this ..." Although there wasn't much to memorize, there was no clear way for me to do a good job or memorizing it. The rest of the test was okay. I don't know how well I did. I will, apparently find out in 4-6 weeks.

Marcus also got a professional-looking attache with study materials for work. He already read one book and will finsih the other tonight. They are thankfully short books, the "motivational" kind of 'do, succeed, rah, rah, rah'. I'm quite happy they are not sell, sell, sell ... your soul, your house ... stuff that doesn't belong to you... be the salesperson of the millenium.

Thomas

I mentioned that Thomas went to the dermatologist. Well, he had some stuff burnt off of him. Nothing serious. He outright refuses to enter anything into the blog, so ... if things are wrong or inflammatory ... oh, well, what the H-E-double hockey sticks.

Ready for Reddy

Lois returned from the cardiologist today with a good report. My heart rate was a little low, so they may remove one medicine or reduce it. She may also, eventually, get off coumadin. Sweet, doubled.

2 out of 3 ain't bad

"I want you (painted); I need you (painted); but there ain't way in the world I can finish you (this week). Now don't be sad, cuz two out of three ain't bad. Nah, two out of three ain't bad." + The harder parts are coming up, over-filled closet and bookcase of old books.

I have not yet heard whether the curtains were finished and what phenomenal price there is for cleaning.

+ Okay, so it isn't truly Meatloaf, but 3.2 of the walls are finished and the ceiling is done in the larger room -- living room, c/o Thomas

Dermotologist

Thomas went to the dermatologist.

cat and dog living together

The Orozcos have two pets -- a cat and a dog. The dog, a stubborn puppy mutt of tremendous cuteness and softness, found his world shattered with the kitten. According to Lois, the kitten of seven months is in heat and was howling to go out to mate with the males that could smell her. I hope that she gets fixed, as the kitten doesn't need kittens of her own. The house doesn't need thousands of kittens, which would happen.

more visit

While in Indy, Thomas and Lois got a chance to eat with Beth. It went well. I, a third party, am writing this. I hope that Thomas edits this and the previous post to better tell the story. Beth is hoping that her car will last another year -- yes, we all hope for another year. Let's hope it's not $50 here and $100 there.

Better now

Debbie -- recovering from hospital visit. She is doing well, according to Thomas and Lois, and returned home to a house of sickly kids. The family had a series of appliances take nose-dives into hades -- dying. Well, they bought a new washer, dishwater, and another appliance. Hopefully, these new and not "contractor grade" appliance will take a licking and keep on ticking.

I dare say that Debbie having so many heavy items to move, will undoubtedly have trouble. Enough said on that.

Thomas and Lois got a chance to see Blanche and Tony. Tony, Anthony Sr., allowed his natural gray to show, and developed a beard. Blanche had orthoscopic joint surgery. She is walking with pain still. The doctor's stated that she would likely need the knee (s) replaced around two years.

Let us pray and hope that we all have a healthier year!

Marcus was working on the weekend ... as he always does. He was working through the week -- as he always does. His one day off was spent getting a car fixed, being late to a second interview, but having the highlight of meeting up with an old chum. Marcus has now, more interested parties in him -- for whatever reason. So far, no offers, but maybe soon. Marcus would have to consider the earning potential and hours. Marcus' biggest disappointment with his work is smoking everywhere. Bleh! Headache ---nausea, watery eyes.

Debbie

Beth emailed me. Thomas called her. Debbie, at the time of this writing, was okay. She was supposed to be discharged sometime today.

God's speed, willing, love and mercy. Debbie will be home, safe, well and pestered by a cat named Secret, and a stubborn puppy Toby.

The Wait

Hmmm, I'm here in FW and my sister and family are in Indy ... sister having surgery. I don't know squat, so here, I sit.

I don't like waiting and prefer knowledge over ignorance, so I sit ... ignorant, waiting, grotesquely unhappy.

Guns 'N' Roses' "Patience" will not quiet my need to know ... as my mind wanders.
God has a plan and I'm arrogant enough to want to know it. It's on a need to know basis and I don't need to know. That doesn't sit well with me.

Debbie, sister "Doodie" as I called you -- she who had been a placebo brother to me ... may your surgery go well, smoothly, time is not a factor.

and they're off

Thomas and Lois went to Indy (Westfield) to be with the Orozco's during Debbie's surgery. Thomas really helped out with transportation for Marcus' interview and car heck. Anyway ... they packed up, Lois naughtily packing the car, possibly making her back and knees worse. Shame, shame, shame!

Father got his replacement modem. There were doubts ... hints and allegations, but it works. I helped Thomas by crawling under the desk to put on wires ... click, pop, flash. "Like a jackrabbit on a date, I was finished in a flash." + I turned on the computer and fizzz, chirp, chatter ...

regretably AOL ... Thomas had internet and email again
DSL, as Thomas has decided, finishes dial-up ... completely. He'd never go back.

+ Christmas Story

Marcus' busy day

My car doesn't need a $100 fix ... it's more like $300 - $500 at a different auto shop. Here is my tale.

I took the thing to Midas ... it was going to be $100, but no ... nothing so simple or cheap. They called back with $577, then $800 some for "all that we see that's wrong". Finally they stated, "we could do bare minimum for $177, but you'd need work soon after." I called another place, they were going to get a quote for me ... wait, hey time's awastin ' and I have a second interview today people! So, after 30 minutes of waiting, I called them ... computer wasn't showing prices. Finally, the guy guessed at $200. That's cool! Now, I have to drive over to Midas, get my car again, then drop it off, get another car and go to interview.

I wait ... car is on rack, lofted, at Midas. Midas gold touch nothing ... they charge platinum prices. Anyway, after waiting 20 minutes for them to release my car, I drive the bad brakes car to a shop ... there, I drop it off. They guessed that it might be until Thursday until it's done. Thankfully, I have access to another car (Thomas' van).

I am late to my second interview. I expected the guy to flat out turn down my attempts, but he let me come in and did the second interview. I did a personality profile and vocab test. He said that when he crunches the numbers, he'll call me again.

Curse my short run of bad luck, but ...

I did finish the interview, so maybe I should stop criping. Yeah, I'll do that! Thanks God ... always with me, despite my doubts otherwise.

Weekend update

Thomas and Lois went to church on Saturday for a special meeting. They had in attendance, all church members who have been married for 45 years or longer. Bravo! Thomas will finally have to write about this. Thomas will have to write about it, because I was not there.

Lois is still tired, but doctor's visits are on the back burner next week. Thomas and Lois are going to Indy to be with Debbie during her surgery. As she tends, like Thomas, to be a surgical bleeder, it might be a long time. She is there to work on more adhesions. I hope this time the surgery about ends this series of more surgeries..

Thomas got a chance to paint a bit more, but far more importantly -- golf! Lois went with Thomas to Barnes & Noble to buy a couple of books. Lois was seeking a PDR (Physician's Desk Reference). The newest is $95, but some are cheaper. The print is generally tiny, and the internet is more up to date, but Lois doesn't use that. So, they bought a book. Lois also wanted a large print bible. She has one, but there was a debate about it.

Thomas purposed that the print, as large as it was, was large print. Lois contested. I contested on the basis that it was annotated and the notes were in smaller print. I also argued that the book itself didn't have "LARGE PRINT" on it. Thomas copied pages from the book and took them in with him. Upon review, the "Large Print" were labeled only on the paper cover, not the book itself. How stupid is that? He was right, the bible Lois has is Large Print, but it still isn't as large as she'd want it.

She got new glasses that are clear, fixed, and the frames are not bent. She finds them to be a blessing.

In eight days, Thomas goes to the doctor for a check on his ever-itchy back. I believe that they will do nothing, but look and set up another appointment for him. Great.

Thomas has KLUB (engineer's club) on Monday, so Marcus has decided to bring pizza to Lois, so that they can eat. The pizza will have the one item Thomas detests ... anchovies.

As of this writing, Thomas is still not online, as his DSL modem died. He called Verizon and they agreed that it was dead. They are sending another one -- poke, poke, poke ... via tectonic plates or I mean regular postal service, which is terribly slow.

Thomas and Marcus have yet one more big chore for the living room --- the wicked doll cabinet. Two legs with casters came off, so they will have to move the thing -- heavy as it is filled, then carefully place the gluey pegs into position. Joy of joys. I guess, in one respect, it is nice that the legs are from one side, not diagonal of each other.

Marcus turned in lots of applications and resume's before getting where he is right now. Primarily because of the smoking in the area where he works, he would consider leaving this potentially right job for a different one. He had an interview on Friday that went well. He has a second one on Tuesday with the same place. The place is in town -- short drive. The following Thursday, if he gets off, he has a test for yet another job. Marcus figures that the last job, while he has a slim chance of getting it, may be something he wouldn't want anyway, but ... options are always better than no options at all.

Week 3

I was supposed to get study guides for a test. I am to have an oral test on what I know and what I shoudl know for work. There are these little tests at every step so that I have proven my knowledge base to later teach it. My drive tonight was bad halfway. The rain was heavy and there was fog. Nearing the end of my trip the fog lifted and the rain lessened. It got better.

Thomas told me that his modem wasn't working.
I'll buy that (for a dollar)! There was an error code, red flashing power then green power ... repeated. If I had the book, I'd know what it was signaling. The PC found no errors ... wow, surprising. The modem does not work. It was a cheap piece of schinola when he got it. It was itffy after opening. He hopes to get another one tomorrow. He also hopes to paint.

Beth

Beth had this same surgery and it turned out well. I didn't mean to slight Beth at all in my cheering! She has also entered into programming, so maybe that will turn out to something.

Diane

Diane had surgery today. I was at work, of course, but Jim, Jessica, Thomas, Lois were there. The surgery turned out fine and she was not dizzy immediately afterward. She's "fixed" as it were. Yee-ha! Well, now that her hearing and balance are better, we may not want to shout.

Yeah!

Numbers down

Thomas' PSA number dropped to number five this week, marking a turn for the better. I'm Casey Kasum and here's a letter written from many well-wishers,

Dear Thomas,

Kick cancer's butt!

Respectfully yours,
Those who love you!

Thomas' busy days

Thomas prepares the living room, staging this and that for the painting, The biggest problem, he chose an expensive paint and started with it. He then wanted all parts to match, necessitating buying more of it. The price jumped twice, like gas, making this long project expensive too. Marcus, working many many hours, has contributed little to this little adventure. It is Thomas' job and goal. Thankfully, there is no rush on the painting.

Nice work Thomas! In the second shot, you can see the difference in color.

pucker up

Thomas continues to get Victoria's Secret sales ads and coupons.
He says he golfs often ... huh.

Lois' spot is growing smaller, puckering into a small scar. The doctor's predicted 6 months to heal. I don't think it will take that long to be visually gone.

Rebirth?

Sinister-looking enough to delay and cancel schools, this lovely morning brought to you by: God. Winter and Spring were in supportive roles. There was light fog, light snow, and pearly glistening white on the trees and bushes.
Another day and the spot gets better. The piece of flesh that was bad is gone ... now, alone there is a slowly healing spot. The great storm of Jupiter can be seen, I think. Lois was feisty today, tired of not sleeping well, being ill, and not being herself. She was a bit overdone.

Thomas got a chance to leap away to golf ... bravo! You might thinking your "clubbing" days are done when you're older, but not so. The "clubbing" just changes. It will refresh Thomas to golf again -- a game, pasttime, sport, and hobby, it makes him whole.

Wouldn't you know it ... the fog where the dome is was powerful, so he returned without swinging anything but a foul word, in his head. Curse the fog, but for it I would be golfing!

Winter strikes you back

Lois fell on her knees then butt the other day. She was going out to feed the winged pigs known as birds. She slipped in the nearly for her hip-deep snow. Plop! Flop! She crept backward out of the snow and returned to the house. Her back was sore, pride shattered, but otherwise sore at the situation. She's okay now, but the pukiness is ever-present.

Thomas got a blood test to check for cancer. He'll get the results in a week. Tomorrow he plans to golf for the first time in a while. There is an indoor golf dome range where he and friends "play". Hooray for him and them!

Tread on me

Thomas got Marcus a new set of tires. It was needed as the wheels were out of alignment. Thankfully, the little car has small tires and those tires are cheap compared to others. Hour-long treks to work wear down the treads a bit for Marcus' new job.

Marcus sends a big,

I'm putting one foot in front of another and I'm finding where the tire meets the road.

Slice of work

I rolled the thin crust.

not every day

The phone rings and I answer.

A woman is calling on her cellphone. She is trapped in the ladies restroom and can't get out. I didn't laugh, but was rather befuddled how you can do that, but ... I called a woman to go help her out of the restroom, whatever that means.

Brigadoon

Thomas and Lois watched Brigadoon, a movie they haven't seen in decades. Apparently is was worth the "risk" and they were both entertained.

Lois found out she was taking a pill that was off a little bit in dosage, so her coumadin was off and her heart rate was still low. The cardiologist had her wear a heart monitor and hopefully they call to explain what is of note.
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Marcus got a job, but he won't post the name. Since there is a chance that his personal blog might be associated with him, he won't go into details at this time. His personal blog is a bit more ... peculiar and contains many things that are politically charged and others just not suitable for some. While this contains nothing of the company for which he now works, Marcus feels that presently he would like to make no association between him any web text that might come back to "haunt" him. This family blog is tame and dry, but he'd rather give limited-detail material pertaining to the job.

Marcus claims that he is learning quite a bit and it was a great departure from what he was doing. Thankfully he work is legal and it is a stable company.

Lois' mark

As you can see, the area is healing nicely. The yellowish "gunk" will become dead nasy scab. From dead skin to protective layer, each day it gets better. If you didn't read the prior posts ... this was a small bit of cancer, but it was removed months after discovery. It wasn't growing or "dangerous" enough to remove before the knee surgery. Lois has a way of making the hospitals money.

Winter piled high

I thought I would show a few local pictures of the winter spell ... after years of weak Winter, we got a real one this year. The drifting is what piled the snow high. It was a mess and will be again, for there is snow predicted for the next several days. Valentine's Day, with a vengeance?

Thing about cars

If you'll see, there missing plastic. Thomas called today ... the part is expensive.

How the van should look.

Happy St. Vallentine's Day!

Thomas got this nice bouquet for Lois. Isn't it sweet?
Love abounds!

Thank God Thomas and Lois had nowhere to go today. The roads were a mess!

Flowers in Winter

Thomas and Marcus went out to pick up gas for the snowblower and Thomas' flowers for Lois. The roads were a mess and the going slow. I'm sure that the $7 delivery charge was too little in this hostile weather. Thomas, at the time of purchase and ordering, requested to pick up the flowers and avoid the surcharge delivery fee. Boy, oh boy, was it wise to pick them up early. The shifting winds today were bitter and mighty.

Thomas, ever the nice guy, went with Lois early this morning to her visit to her pain management doctor in his new office. A good thing they had an early appointment, for ... the office was calling afternoon appointments and cancelling them due to weather.

Lois is doing well and the doctor has no interest in seeing her for months. She has had leg and foot pain, unrelated to the knee surgery. The doctor suspected impingement and stress from her lower spind nerves that give her the sensation of foot pain. When she walks, the pain changes and lessens, generally. The doctor has no interest in surgery for her. I doubt that Lois wants surgery either.

Phone & website match

They didn't. Thomas called a company after making a purchase online for a health guide issue. They charged him fine. He didn't get his product. After chatting with phone operator number 1, he was directed to phone number 2 to talk with phone operator number 2.

Number 1, make it so.
No, captain.

Number 2, make it so.
No, captain.

Could I talk with someone willing to look at records?
No.

Am I ever going to make headway with you?
No.

Press 1 if you'd like to let loose a firestorm of profanities.
Press 2 if you would like to argue with a computerized answering service.
Press 3 if you believe you have reached this call in error.

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After more, "talking", and finding that Chase credit card listed the wrong 800 number for the charge. So, Thomas found that the $24 he spent on the report, was online only. So ... $24 for a PDF ... skip all that.

The company suggested that he pay for it again. Yeah, that's right. My advice, do not make purchases from this company. So, I rank this customer service as -- below dirt. They then suggested that he spend more money to get it. I'd rank that in with bad business practices. So, Thomas is out of luck on this.
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In other news, the old TV found a new minor problem, but with hand tools and luck... it will continue to work. Thomas didn't have to call a repair person to come.

Sunday, sleepy Sunday

The morning started with a squirrel on the feeder, apparently not satisfied with the food on the ground. Feed me more, she chittered, but I did not respond.

Thomas and Lois went to church and there were a large number of new members. Hey, yeah! They came back and the gloom of the day continued and they grew sleepy ... a pendulum swinging ... grew sleepier ... pendulum swinging ... sleep -- y
You are asleep.

They later watched Pirates of the Carribean, Dead Man's Chest, for they liked the first Pirate's movie. They liked it. Last night they watched another movie, courtesy of Netflix. It was Glory Road, the tale of integrated basketball, where a coach crosses the lines and puts in black athletes. The movie is riddled with racial slurs from jerring racists. I understand that the coach was demanding and it was a good movie.

Stop dressed

Here are Lois and Beth dressed to go to the funeral. He is the father of Beth's friend and fellow classmate. Thomas and Lois returned and Beth went to get coffee with another friend there, Marie who still lives near Fort Wayne. As a side note, Beth isn't this tall. She's wearing thirty inch heels. Okay, she's wearing heels, not thirty inch ... maybe thirteen.

Thomas quickly read a health report then started the car on this bright, solomn day. It was cold, but people were happy to see each other. Damn these sad days! Too often we meet friends and loved ones because of grief, not joy.

Saturday mourning

RICHARD A. NITTERAUER, 68, of Fort Wayne, died Wednesday, Feb. 7, 2007, at Lutheran Hospital, Fort Wayne. Born June 12, 1938, in Springfield, Ill., he was a member of Mt. Calvary Lutheran Church. He retired from Fort Wayne Community Schools as a speech pathologist, in 1997. He loved his Lord and his grandchildren. He also enjoyed classical music, the outdoors and traveling. Surviving are his wife, Donna J. Nitterauer of Fort Wayne; daughter, Suzanne M. (Ron) Hostetler of Fort Wayne; and two grandchildren, Benjamin Hostetler and Bradley Hostetler, both of Fort Wayne. Funeral service is 2 p.m. Sunday at Elzey-Patterson & Rodak Home For Funerals, 6810 Old Trail Road, Fort Wayne. Visitation is from 1 to 3:30 p.m. Saturday at the funeral home. Burial in St. John Lutheran Cemetery. Memorials to Mt. Calvary Lutheran Church.
Published in the Fort Wayne Newspapers on 2/9/2007.

Making a date

For cards, anyway, it was a bit of a chore. Write the date, have it pass in congress, but it was re-written. It was passed onto Senate, but that wasn't any good. Much like, "I'm just bill; just a lonely old bill and I'm sittin' here on Capital Hill..." Lois negotiated for a date for cards with friends. Finally, with other commitments, March was elected and it's the day before St. Patrick's Day ... 16th.

For those out of the loop, the frinds play girls vs boys. In the games that I know, the boys have lost 19 out of 20 times. The boys claim, "cheating, talking, stacking the deck" or other nonsense to explain the dismal record. That might be, but 1 : 20 is a bad ratio.

Maybe the boys will use email to make plans and strategies to win this time ... or some time, so that they aren't famous for failure.

Lois wears halter top

Well, it's a halter to carry a heart monitor. She wears it for 24 hours, then we get to wait for results. Joy of joys!

This is Lois' spot. It looks gross, but it's healing. Die, cancer, die! It did or rather it isn't on her leg anymore. I'm sure it will be no more remarkable than skin in a couple of weeks or less.