BAGAKOAA;   February 9, 2013 Where Have All The E-mails Gone? 

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February/2013

It has been three or four days since I posted anything and no one has asked about my well being. Didn't anybody miss me?

 

Last Monday we told you it was a busy week. Well let me tell you, even I did not know how crazy this week would get. Unfortunately we can't tell all the grizzly details at this moment, but it will be an interesting story I assure you.

 

Our week ended with me headed to Utah to have my cast removed. Dennis and I (Jack wanted to stay home with Mom, or mom wanted him to stay home with her, not sure for sure.) arrived in Utah Thursday night about 9:30PM, just ahead of a winter storm.

 

We had our driver stop so we could get a Papa John's Pizza (Great pizza by the way.), and brought up to the house on the hill. We enjoyed way too much pizza and scotch while we rented the Movie Flight with Denzel Washington.

 

We were up till about 1:00 am and I thought about writing a blog, but I was hours away from having my cast off and then my fingers could dance and run and play across the keyboard. So I went upstairs and read about the Mistress of The Vatican. It is turning out to be a great book.

 

Dennis and I got up to a light dusting of snow, which made it easy to get down the mountain to have Virg's moment at breakfast which I captured here.

 

Then it was off to see doctor V to set my hand free. OMG did that feel good, until I saw my hand. It was like Night Of The Living Dead Hand.

 

With the three pins still in all I could see was about 5 layers of dead skin (polyhedral and anulceated corneocytes to be exact) fall off. It looked like the hand of a leper. I was truly afraid they would ship me to Harbledon, England. (The first recorded leper colony.)

 

They gave me a towel with some alcohol (rubbing, not single malt) and told me to clean up my arm. That was because they were not brave enough to do it. After scrubbing bucket of skin off my hand fingers and wrist, it was photo time.

 

They took a could of shots of my hand and then Dr. V. arrived and we did show and tell with Dennis in the room. I was healing well. (We went from about 15 bone fragments to about 3 now.) You could see the pins and the nails and the plate. Dr. V. said it was doing well enough to yank the pins.

 

Now yanking the pins is a medical term for yanking the pins. Being the tough guy I am, I vehemently declined to have a general or local anesthetic before Dr. V. got his plumbing pliers, put his foot on my chest and proceeded to pull the pins from my hand. Dennis was filming the procedure on video, but fainted and fell to the floor as it was a horrendous scene.

 

I stopped the Dr. and pulled the last pin outmyself as I went to Dennis's aide. After hitting him with AED paddles and some CPR (Quite painful with a broken hand.) Dennis was revived and could see my hand was bandaged.

 

I wheeled Dennis out to the car and we headed back to the house. We had to make a stop to have some keys made as one of our readers was a bit careless with the key we entrusted to her and lost the key.

 

To her credit she made up this wild story (Now get this) about her purse being in her truck in her garage when a group of hooligans (Martin and Douglas, these are American Hooligans who have no idea who Oliver Giroud or Kieran Gibs are), broke into her garage and stole her purse and all of her Christmas presents, including the one for us.

 

To support her story, she didn't give us our presents till the 4th of January. Whoa! Just say you lost the key and be done with it. Anyway, we got another key for her. I put our address on it so if she looses it again, they will know who to return the keys to. So There.

 

Then Dennis and I headed up the hill so we I could take a shower with two hands. (Simple thrills, simple minds.) Well, I kinda had to put my hand in a latex kitchen glove to keep the pins holes from getting wet. The glove was my idea. It was a great idea in theory. Actually shoving a broken hand and atrophied wrist into a rubber glove that fits my wife's hand, hurt like hell.

 

I got the glove on and enjoyed a nice warm shower with two hands, one being in a bright purple glove. There is only one thing that could have hurt more than shoving my hand into Devin's glove, and that was pulling the glove off. Dear Lord, did that hurt. But I did not cry. Those were Bausch and Laumb Sustain eyedrops in my eyes.

 

Dennis and I decided we needed some more carbs after the huge pizza and breakfast at Virg's so we went to the movie and saw Parker. Here is the movie for you:

 

Bad guy does a robbery, turns down a chance to do another robbery, get almost killed and looses his cut of the first job, hunts down the bad guys, asks J. Lo to strip down to her underwear, gets even with the bad guys gets all the money, tells J. Lo thanks but no thanks, sends J. Lo two FedEx boxes full of cash one year later.

 

The popcorn was great but we needed more carbs. We stopped at the grocery store and we got the fixins for nachos. We made two huge plates of double layered nachos, and of course, single malt scotch.

 

A huge sugar crash hit me about 10:00PM and I wondered upstairs and pulled off 13 more layers of skin. I am now saving it in a giant Glad bag to build a clone. Then the continued saga of the Mistress Of The Vatican kept me awake till about 10:30.

 

You might ask, "Brian, why didn't you do a blog. You had two healthy hands (Kinda) and you were up in Utah and it was early?" Did you read what I been eating for two days. I was tired and coming off a nasty carb fest.

 

Today, after a long 10 hours of sleep, Dennis and I headed down the treacherous road, as we received about 5 more inches of snow last night, to enjoy yet another breakfast at Virg's.

 

Then it was back up the hill and pack for the journey home. But that's not all.  

 

Napping Cell Phone Rules

 

Ok, there are five months of retirement under my belt. Here are some more observations about retirement you might find interesting.

 

My napping time has grown 1000% or more since the retirement. The allotment has gone from 0 to an occasional nod off in the late afternoon. That means a quick nod off of 11 or 12 seconds.

 

A few retired friends enjoy napping and a few despise napping. One reader in England is really enjoying the occasional drifts to slumberland in the afternoon hours, but he also has an addiction to turning on TV in the wee hours of the morning.

 

Actually, his sleep patterns are considered bizzare by most. Many a time during meetings at PADI he would be commenting on this movie or that movie and we would come to realize he had to have spent most of the night watching these movies. He seems to be getting caught up on his sleep in retirement.

 

On the other side if the globe, another reader and friend thinks it's revolting to waste the day away napping. It might explain why he and my wife get on so well. But then again Devin gets on well with our friend from England who enjoys the nap.

 

Then we have our friend and reader is the desert who has a daily routine and nap. His is a fairly regimented routine at an almost regular time and duration. On most days, his day is planned around his "quiet time". It seems to work for him as he is in good health and relatively sane. His wife might argue that second point.

 

Personally, given the chance to crash, (It has happened twice in the last five months.) It is more rewarding, for me, to check a stock, read IBD or WSJ, read a book, write a blog, etc.

 

So my self-assessment of being basically lazy is proving to be wrong. (I'll here about that line from Devin.) It turns out I am cerebral not lazy. That is a very important distinction. It might be difficult to observe the differences, but they are there.

 

Another observation. My lifeline to the world is my iPhone. It has all of my appointments, contacts, emails, applications, photos, songs, stock information, personal id information, restaurant suggestions, and the list goes on and on.

 

Occasionally, it is used to make calls. Wednesday there was a conscious effort made to reach out and make contact with a few close friends who I may have emailed and texted, but not spoken to in a while.

 

It started with a call to my buddy Ben to confirm his address. It was a short call but it felt good to hear his voice. It felt so good, I kept calling people for the next hour or so. It was good talking to you all. You are readers so you know who you are.

 

Now Devin and I have several (hundred) calls during the course of a day. What I have discovered is that when an incoming call comes in and does not get answered, Jack immediately gets a call. Don't get me wrong, I do the same thing.

 

It did make me think, "What did we do before cell phones?" The need for instant gratification has made an unanswered call or text unacceptable.

 

The other day I was in a grocery store and called Devin to help decide what over the counter med to buy. She wanted one, but the dosage was not the same. Do I buy it or not buy it. Why make a decision when you can get a lifeline.

 

It is frustrating when you need one simple answer and that answer is not answering their phone. So Devin and I almost immediately call Manchild if he is with the other person. If I am on a call, and Devin rings in, it isn't always polite or possible to answer her call, and vice versa. (It makes you appreciate the dwindling number of couples who only have one cell phone?)

 

If I can't answer, she will try Jack. By that time, I have called her and she is now telling Jack what she called to tell me. I know this because I am now returning her call and she is not picking up. So what do I do?

 

Reader 75

 

Before we say good night, I would like to extend a welcome to Mr. James R. a new reader and former associate at PADI. Despite being a great sales manager, and all around good guy, he is a great music critique. A couple of years ago Mr. Nash in England hosted a day of fishing for me and asked James to join me as Mr. Nash has an aversion to small boats or fish or miserable English weather. We are not sure which, but here is a shot of James landing a 19 pound Pike in the lake district of England. Thanks for joining our gang here James.

James is the winded guy on the right.  



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Actual 13,104

S&P 500 1,358

Actual 1,426

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