Peace of Mind

Whilst working on the kitchen remodel last week, I noticed some contractor types working diligently at the hillbilly neighbors house. Turns out, the contractors were converting the home to the north to be ADA accessible. During a paintbrush washing episode, I encountered Jerry, the hillbilly neighbor, tooling around in a wheelchair. Imagine my surprise when I noticed he was missing a leg. He greeted me with something like this. "Hey Steve, I lost a leg since the last time I saw you. It's really kind of an interesting story."

Turns out, he had gone in for some type of arterial surgery, and due to complications from a staph infection, six weeks later, he came out, one leg short.

What really hit me was his complacency about the whole situation. I have more respect for the lunatic now. I don't believe I could have handled such a situation as well as he apparently has.

Kind of renews my faith in the phrase..."Let not your heart be troubled."

Achoo, Snort, Oink, Sniff

Well, here we go again. The fucking swine flu this time. Don't know how we survived Monkey Pox, SARS, Anthrax, Bird Flu, Flu Manchu or any of a number of the next great pestilences that were supposed to wipe us from the face of the earth.

I am not sure I will survive this round of scare tactics and government supported panic mongering. My only hope is that "man made" global warming will raise the temps enough to kill of the swine virus.

Jesus people...get a life, take a chance and don't worry. Be happy.

Death on the Blogosphere

I got tired of looking at the Monster Dog on my own blog, so I decided to just post something. I have nothing to say really, just needed to put up something new.

Got home last night from the TNTalk meeting and was greeted with an all-out dog fight as I walked in the door. Seems the Monster Dog has an affectation for all of the toys in the house, and Sam decided he had had enough of Winston hogging all of the toys. Sam jumped on him, and Winston responded in kind. That got Tom all excited, so he jumped in. The two female Aussie's hightailed it out of the room, and poor deaf and senile Katie never knew anything happened. It's a good thing, because it took all the wife and I had to get the other three apart. I made the bad choice of trying to lift the 52 pound Corgi out of the mix, and discovered he had Tom hanging off of him with a death grip. By the time it was over, I had a little nip to the finger, a nice gouge in my calf and a sore back from lifting a furry cannonball without using my legs.

All is well now, and the dogs seem no worse for the wear. Thank goodness, as the wife heads out tomorrow for a two week journey to Canada for intense dog show training. As for me, I hope to finally get all of the finishing touches on the kitchen remodel while she is gone. I have been slacking for too long.