I need to drop the car off for its annual inspection.
I watched my neighbours leave for work.
With the hearing aids, I can hear the birds with clarity.
The lawn mowing guys are here. I’ll be inside pretty soon.
Today my elder son is 45.
25 Friday Jun 2021
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inI need to drop the car off for its annual inspection.
I watched my neighbours leave for work.
With the hearing aids, I can hear the birds with clarity.
The lawn mowing guys are here. I’ll be inside pretty soon.
Today my elder son is 45.
25 Friday Jun 2021
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inToday was Hearing Evaluation v.2.0. I showed up at the other place. The Hearing Guy was not wearing a cheesy white lab coat , appearing to look like a medical doctor to the naïve. I fill out paper work. He checks for wax and/or blockages in the ear canals with an otoscope. I’m clear. Then I sit in the isolation room while he runs a series of tones and words and sounds in one ear or the other.
He’s done. He shows me the graphs of what I hear at what range in the auditory spectrum. I guess my Mother was right about the volume on those Jimi Hendrix albums after all. She is now singing along with the Heavenly Chorus in its evergreen classic, “I told you so!”
Moving on, he shows me an appliance. I like it. I buy it. Price? Let’s just say that the hearing aids cost less than a semester’s tuition at most universities, way less. Or a new motor vehicle.
He shows me how to put them in. It takes a while to get the knack. But I go out the door with hearing aids. And I hear what I have been missing.
I wait for the two year old who lives next door to get home. And I can hear him more clearly. I can hear birds singing. I haven’t checked to see if I can hear a cosmetic puff land on the green baize of a pool table, but I’ll bet I can.
Verdict? Worth it.
Do not put off a hearing evaluation if your husband, wife, spouse, child, or even your worst enemy suggests it. Just get the evaluation. If the evaluation says a hearing aid would be beneficial get a hearing aid 🦻
End of Discussion.
15 Tuesday Jun 2021
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inPeople have been telling me to undergo a hearing evaluation since I don’t remember. Hearing Loss runs in the family. So I got a mailing the other day offering a $20 Gift Card at Walmart if I underwent a hearing evaluation, a thirty day return policy and $1000 off the price of two of this company’s hearing instruments.
I call them up. Somebody in God-Only-Knows-Where answers the phone, schedules me for 14June at 15:15hrs (3:15PM). Cool. Later I get a text telling me to show up 15 minutes early to do the paperwork.
“Oh, your wife has to show up too, so we can see if you’re really just ignoring her and aren’t deaf after all.” They don’t say that but they should. One gets the same instruction (bring your spouse) if somebody wants to sell you a time share. Maybe they should bundle the two Time Share & Hearing Aid.
We show up, keeping in mind J has to be at work in two hours. The Hearing Instrument Guy is with another customer/victim. From what I can gather, she is a woman older than dirt, who arrived late and Hearing Instrument Guy begs our pardon and says he’ll be right with us. Only he isn’t. He’s still with the other person/victim.
The receptionist gives me forms, the last question says something to the effect. “Is there any reason why you wouldn’t buy a hearing aid today if we showed you needed one?”
The answer “Because you’re an asshole.” is not on the answer sheet. I’m sensing trouble, an ambush.
Meanwhile the receptionist is trying to confirm if there’s coverage for the hearing aid on the current victim’s health insurance. Not surprisingly, she can’t get a straight answer from the Medicare Supplement Insurer, as if this HUGE provider of hearing aids wouldn’t know this. The other lady’s appointment drags on.
We declare we can’t wait and reschedule. I’m thinking “No way am I going into this snake pit a second time.” I will call up and cancel this appointment, never to darken this door way again. Sadly I’ve passed on the opportunity to get a $20 Gift Card at Walmart.
Later, I schedule an evaluation with another vendor of hearing appliances. I feel slightly more confident. But I don’t know why. This company sold my late aunt her hearing aids and everyone else in the family swore they didn’t do her any good.
Oh well,
13 Sunday Jun 2021
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inI’m a trainspotter, as my regular readers know. Today I was watching the North / South CSX double tracked line that passes through Ashland, Virginia. (YouTube virtual rail fan llc/ Ashland Va)
Passing Northbound was a train hauling empty coal cars, while a Southbound freight was hauling coal cars full of coal. The coal was either headed to coal-fired American power plants or the coal was bound for export, most likely to The People’s Republic of China. The Chinese burn coal, plenty of it.
Mistakenly, we think all that BTU-rich fossil fuel is staying in the ground, thanks to this Administration’s commitment to slowing the rate of climate change. Well it ain’t. Jen Psaki can read some release explaining why this load of coal is headed down the tracks, ultimately to vex the asthmatics of Beijing. The Climate Change True Believers will accept whatever is said.
But a big-ass train pulling coal tells me that whatever is said in the White House Media Center is just so much fluff, clouds of it, or more likely smoke.
Cognitive Dissonance. That’s the phrase the brain washers use when their lies conflict with the truth, except they want us to believe that the False is True. But I see that train a’comin’, and it’s hauling coal. Somebody(ies) is (/are) making a bundle of money off this. And those somebodies don’t care which man with the bad comb-over has his keester parked in the Oval Office.
It’s a bitch to admit that all this idealistic verbiage coming from The Progressive Democrats are prevarications, but they are. Kind of like Vietnam. We were winning,remember? All that was needed for “victory” were a few thousand more troops and a few billion more dollars. What they didn’t tell you were the billions of dollars went to defence contractors who were Lyndon Johnson’s buddies and campaign contributors.
You didn’t learn that in school. I wonder why.
12 Saturday Jun 2021
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in“OK Dave, just what the Hell is this rant about?”
Glad you asked. Succinctly put (excuse the bold type).
We really do have enough.
The brainwashing is the notion, put into heads, like Downey in the rinse cycle, that we are lacking something. And because we lack something, we NEED MORE! Doesn’t matter what, we need more. And Amazon and e-Bay and Etsy are there to provide it. If you don’t need something, what about Mom, Dad, the kids, that baby your friend Phyllis is having?
Never fucking ends. Doesn’t matter if you love Trump or hate Trump, if you march during Pride 🏳️🌈 Month, The March For Life 👶 , or both, we’re all roped in.
“Dave, I’m above all this. I know what the Mad Men are up to. I’m too smart for their little games.”
But you aren’t. There’s your unspoken deficiency, perhaps you aren’t even aware of it, that has you looking for more knowledge or information, that has you seeking that something that gives you your imaginary “edge”. This is your edge that allows you to dominate others and avoid others dominating you, if only in your imagination. You will pay to keep that edge eternally honed.
I came to this conclusion this morning when I came downstairs, looked at a house full of books I ordered online over the last six years that I’ve never even read. I plan to, mind you. Then I’ll be The Expert on The JFK Assassination, the Communist Infiltration of the State Department during the FDR Administration, the nefarious plotting of The CIA, et cetera, ad nauseum.
It is our desire, or downright fucking need, to have more that keeps us on the carousel 🎠 of Consumerism.
So when you get an email or a text from Amazon, saying it “noticed” you looked at those chartreuse Wellies all the best gardeners will be wearing this season, just ignore it. That is, if you can.
11 Friday Jun 2021
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inYesterday I took a friend and neighbour for a lung biopsy at a local outpatient surgery centre. We sat around for an hour, until the hospital remembered that Leigh was there, waiting for the procedure to begin.
She went back. I stayed in the waiting area, reading Stalingrad, Vasilly Grossman’s novel about the epic battle. He writes many small vignettes that stand on their own for what they describe. He is describing the epic battle while at the same time detailing the lives of characters completely unrelated to the battle itself. So I’m reading as the characters convey their shock at how a civilised people (the Germans) could descend into barbarism. There is an intimacy to this writing. The characters figuratively leap from the page, joining me in the waiting area.
About two hours elapse, when a nurse enters the area to tell me the test is over and Leigh will be out in about fifteen minutes, that I should get the car, to be ready to meet her in the pick up area.
As we leave the hospital campus, Leigh very calmly tells me her cancer has returned. They will treat this lung cancer with chemotherapy and radiotherapy, because the tumour site is too close to the aorta for surgery. She is the very personification of optimism.
I return home, very grateful for my small pile of problems and the relatively minor nature of my son’s medical predicament.
I’m not writing about Friday, am I? I just roasted five ears of corn, in order the take the kernels of the cobs and use in a Southwest corn and black bean salad. I trust we have the inclination to eat it. We have been eating at restaurants almost daily, taking advantage of the freedom of movement provided by full COVID-19 vaccination.
So I hope to fix a nice dish and have a nice meal at home. I’m tired. My eyes are dry. I need more sleep
I’m going back to bed.
10 Thursday Jun 2021
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inI can remember life without a television in the home. Can you? I can remember when colour TV was a big deal. I can remember when damn near every adult smoked cigarettes, except my Grandma, Mom and my Aunt Opal, but she had asthma pretty bad. I never for a moment thought that the Television Age and the Cigarette Age were related, until I learned, almost half a century later, that the tobacco companies all but dictated the content of what we watched.
We were all amazed! Those TV characters were real for me. I willingly suspended disbelief. Marshall Dillon, Uncle Miltie, Barney Fife, Frank Ballenger (the name of Lee Marvin’s character on M Squad), Lucy, even The Kingfish ( Yes, I watched Amos N’ Andy) were all real to me.
In the cities, before TV, people went to the movies almost every week. Then came The War, with all its intensity. And, at its end, people wanted to get on with life, find work, a career, if you will, have babies, and enjoy the benefits of living in an affluent society . Science and technology were our servants. They gave us jet engines, air conditioning, polio vaccines, television, and well , uh, the atomic bomb. But we didn’t really talk about that. We all assumed that Truman, Ike, JFK, knew what they were doing and all would be well.
Yes, we were spoiled. As children we had everything handed to us, no strings attached. We never thought to question what was offered, Popsicles, Kool-Aid, Twinkies, Wonder Bread. Morton’s Chicken Pot Pies. Swanson’s TV Dinners,. Then Budweiser, Marlboros, pot, and for you Ladies out there, The Pill.
Right after the JFK Assassination, we started hearing about Consequences. The Surgeon General’s Report On Smoking And Health came out. You mean Winstons and Salems were bad for you? Who knew?(The companies that made them knew, we learned later. They just didn’t tell the public).
Then came the Warren Report. People started saying that that was a lie too. Took a while to take the Mark Lanes and Jim Garrisons seriously, but now nobody believes the Warren Report is true.
We’re spoiled. Pictures don’t lie. And TV gives us plenty of pictures, so we don’t have to think. Computers do that for us now. We can just follow whatever dream we have, whether it’s a trip to Mars or living on a sustainable planet, (whatever that is.)
So if the Communist Party of the Peoples ’ Republic of China says the Wuhan Virus came from a wet market there, who are we to doubt them?
,
07 Monday Jun 2021
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inIt started out innocently enough. I would dog sit for RB and R while they have a work/ play trip to Denver. Lila is a pit bull, a rescue, and a sweetheart. She is incredibly powerful, so much so that RB was afraid she would re-injure my shoulder or back if she pulled the lead too hard if I walked her. So they hired a dog walker. Becca The Walker came and did her magic with Lila.
Meanwhile, word came from R that RB had had a seizure at the AirBnB in Denver, falling, with bone fractures in his face, and a subdural hematoma. We were all worried, and continue to be, until the doctors can determine the cause of the seizures. He had some head injuries from high school football, a fainting spell with amnesia in the Marine Corps.
He is home now, with driving restrictions for several months, and getting back to “normal” won’t be easy or of short interval until its return.
So things will take awhile for all of us to readjust. Just grateful here. Things could be much worse.
05 Saturday Jun 2021
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inMy son RB is out of the hospital, with the appropriate medications, and preparing to fly home to Richmond.
Thanks for your prayers and kind thoughts.
04 Friday Jun 2021
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inMy son, who will turn 45 in three weeks, is out in Denver accompanying his wife on a work/vacation. I am dog-sitting his pit bull Lila.
Yesterday afternoon I received a phone call from R, his wife. My son RB had a seizure and fell, fracturing several bones in his face. Preliminary tests show a subdural hematoma, (SH) a bleed between the skull and the brain itself. So he is alert, talking and on a lot of pain medication. But we don’t know what caused the seizure, if the SH is the result of the seizure and fall, or if the SH caused the seizure.
J, Lila and I are waiting for news. That’s all I know right now.