So I successfully survived the many tortures and unpleasantness inflicted on me. The sweat. The strain. The pain. The doubting the validity of my tech’s parents marriage. Done.

Actually, they said they were really impressed by the quickness of my recovery and ability to walk and do things. Apparently I’m ahead of the curve. So that’s good. Just gotta dedicate myself to doing all these exercises at home. Which I mostly do anyway.

I got Canyon lands and The Grand Canyon and way too many other places to see to be stuck in a truck.

In other news: A couple of “the guys” from the Ham club came over and stripped everything off my tower then put up a new 144/440 antenna. Even helped clean up the mess before they left. I did what I could; which was mostly stay out of the way as much as possible. My tower climbing days are over. No way to tell those guys how much I appreciate their doing that for me.

Now, at least on 2m/70cm I can hit pretty much every repeater in a 50 mile radius. I know; I tried.

Got to my appointment just a bit early; but I’m retired Navy and if you aren’t there 15 minutes early, you’re late. Lots of sitting around in the waiting room. Got called back to the exam room and checked in there and waited about 15 minutes for the Doc to show up.

I tried not to fart. Really. Those exam rooms are really small and some of my farts are, well, a bit overpowering at times even in the largest of rooms. I didn’t want this to be one of those times. So I tried holding the thing.

But, exactly 3 seconds before he walked in, Brrrrrtttttt. When he walked in I warned him with “It Figures!” What figures? “Three seconds ago I farted the fart I’ve been trying to hold so we all don’t get too grossed out.” He told me not to worry about it; that he’s treated OLD GUYS before.

He’s going to get high ratings from me on the survey he asked me to take.

So, doing well. He’s impressed with the range of motion and all. Outside is healed pretty good and not looking too bad. Told me to come back in a year.

You Bet!

Home Depot guy came over this afternoon to measure the door leading out to the deck for replacement. All he does is take measurements though. Now we have to go back to the Home Depot and they’ll design the actual door/sidelights there and figure out how much. The other window guy came in at $20K. Let’s see how Home Depot does.

And, yes, $20k for a door to go out on the deck. A door. A glass door, for sure, but, a dang door. $20k. The only thing I didn’t like about the Anderson guy was the “This price is only good for 48 hours and then it goes to this price.” which seems kind of like ‘pressure sales’ tactics to me. I don’t like that. Anywhere. So, IF we go with Anderson I’m thinking they can do the ‘sale’ price anyway if they want my business. Or I can call and make an appointment for them to come out and measure the door and submit their bid again.

Restocking my thumb drives since I’ve managed to give all mine away or lose them. Surprising how many of those things I still use. Truck music is the big one but SWMBO’s Dad and I sent files back and forth too. Raspberry Pi’s use up a lot. Ah, well.

Think I’ll let SWMBO take me to El Sombrero’s tomorrow for date day.

Even though it slightly changes the timeline and all the major characters have more interpersonal relations than the series we’re all used to (Star Trek) showed. Watching the original Star Trek leaves one, uh, lacking as far as crew interactions now.

Didn’t like Discovery at first; it was their version of Klingons that put me off. Looked like some kind of fish-person. And while I have nothing against fish-persons, as long as they’re fried, those particular Klingons put me off the show. Until the next couple of seasons came out. Binge watching cures a lot of ills. Pre-ordered the next season already.

And, yes, I even enjoyed Picard.

Nice weekend. New fridge is working. SWMBO has things in it where she wants those things to be. That’ll be the last of that. Hopefully.

Got so busy cleaning the old fridge, and the kitchen, that I forgot to go get a longer section of water tubing for the new fridge. Gee, now I’ll have to do it Monday on the way home from my PT appointment.

Did I mention that at my meeting with the Audiologist last week she put a beach in my head?

I have significant ringing in my ears. We were hoping the hearing aids would help with some of that. Nope. Seems to be getting worse.

Mentioned that at my appointment today and she says “Hold my beer.” (Or something to that effect.) Clicks a few buttons on her display of my aids and, wow, ocean sounds. For a guy that grew up in Southern California near the ocean and spent 20 years in the US Navy, it’s pretty okay.

Not really doing much for the ringing; but it sounds pretty. She did say that it could take some time for the treatment to seem like it’s working; so I’m not stressing about it right now.

A year from now? We’ll see.

After my audio appointment I stopped by Walmarche for some of those potato patties SWMBO and I like with our breakfast. They used to cost about $1.10/pkg but now are $3.45/pkg. For potato patties. WinCo has them way cheaper but theirs SUCK. Maybe I ought to make these myself? Hmmm…

Anywho, $113 later I got out of there. Not for patties only. A case of quart canning jars. A case of 1/2 gallon canning jars. Desalinator stuff for the Kurig. The latest Aquaman movie (WAY too long but visually stunning). It all added up.

A friend is sending me one of his old Drone’s. Thing cost him a couple of grand a couple of years ago. I haven’t had much luck with drones around here. Too many trees to run into. And the house. And my truck. The Dog once.