one more stent

 So are the Beagles' going to live through another winter in the freehold if something doesn't open up at the Brook?  None of my business but how would living in Geezer City be harder than the Freehold?

1986 huh?  I got amazed looks from the whippersnappers when I tell them that I moved in here in 1992.  Oh the changes I have seen in this place.  I would be more than happy to tell the whippersnappers, but they can tell when an oldster is working himself up to telling a long story and they are backing away from me and smiling and nodding before I can get a word out.

I knew the address once and did a google maps search of the freehold, and it was well, out there.  I think Beagles has posted some pictures of the place kind of in the background of what he was showing, but I wonder if he could post some of the place closer up.  Can you still get out to the swamp?  Are the deer stands still standing?  Ever step inside and peer out to see if you make out a deer in the distance?  The Deerslayer in the Winter?

I am getting my second stent Tuesday.  They plan on keeping me there overnight which is something I dread probably more that the four hour ordeal while they do whatever they do.  I will be doped up but I will not be on no swirling ship, I will just be dazed and confused, bumped here and there and basically bored stiff.  But then that long hospital afternoon and the evening and then midnight and then the wee hours.  I will be bringing some books but I may be to fucked up to read them.  And blah, blah, blah, but I will have to remember that I am alive, and I expect I will be feeling just fine in the morning waiting on my sister or my nephew to come get me and put me in a cab and my beautiful cat will be as pleased as punch when I roll in the door.

I assume that Old Dog is going through cardiac rehab like me.  Kind of stupid, some piddly exercises.  I guess there is a whole psychological reckoning but Who me?  I ain't like depressed or anything.

The worst thing is the diet.  I eat pretty good since I mostly eat vegetables, which they like, but there is a problem with salt, seems like it is everywhere.  But they do have a problem with beer.  One a night would be perfectly fine with them, but they don't like me grouping four or five together on Fridays and Saturdays.  It becomes an event, kind of a peak of blood pressure and whatever else.  And my four cheese pizza, forget about it.  Pepper and black olives is sort of ok, but they want me to just have three slices.  I have spent a lot of time with Chaz and he is an enormous help.  Some stuff offsets some other stuff but then that changes something else and Chaz keeps recalculating and maybe it won't be too bad, and the social dinner with friends having drinks is bad but can be overlooked.

Here is something I have to remember, a bunch of people who had all kinds of expensive educations and use these really expensive science fiction equipment devoted it all to me for four long hours and now they are going to do it again.  For a bum like me.  God bless America.