Wx Report. Flood Watch. Hang On Until Monday!


Yestarday was pain free. So pain free that I actually got down in the MILA and got some work done. Attached the new handles to the cabinet in the laundry room upstairs. Made semi-BBQ Pork Chops for dinner. Even took the Dog for multiple walks. Nice. I like that.

Otherwise, not a lot going on. It is WET. Poncho time on our walks.

jigglyLooking up CBD stuff online. SWMBO and I are thinking of trying it to see if it’ll help her neuropathic pain and I’m going to try it “just because.” Personally, I’m hoping it’ll help with the migraines; but we’ll see.

A lot of folks tell me THC will help with the headaches, but I’ve never liked the “high” feeling (from my early days of experimentation way back when) so I’m hesitant to go that way. But I’ve been reading a lot about CBD and haven’t really read anything adverse.

Stuff is spendy though and I don’t think Medicare will cover it. I’m going to check the local “head” shops before ordering online too. Once the online folks add shipping I’m thinking it’ll be cheaper (and definately faster) to just deal locally. We’ll see.

Next Day: Went to the first NMARES Meeting of the year last night. Went okay. I volunteered to take over the club blog. We’ll see how that works out.

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Is Your Sister A Plastic Surgeon?

Lyle was hunting geese in the Northern Minnesota woods. He leaned his old 16 gauge against the corner of the blind to take a leak.  As luck would have it, his labrador dog Ginger knocked the gun over.  It went off, and Lyle took most of an ounce of #4 shot into the groin.


Several hours later, lying in a Duluth hospital bed, he came to and there was his ER doctor, Sven.  “Vell Lyle, I got some good noos and some bad noos.  Da good noos is dat you’re going to be OK.  Da damage vas local to your groin, dere was very little internal bleeding, and I vas able to remove all da buckshot.


“What’s the bad news?”, asks Lyle.  “The bad noos is dat dere vas some pretty extensive buckshot damage done to your pecker. I’m going to have to refer you to my sister, Lena.  “Well, I guess that isn’t too bad,” says Lyle. “Is your sister a plastic surgeon?”


“Not exactly,” Sven says. “She’s a flute player in da Minneapolis Symphony Orchestra. And because all you have is Obamacare, she’s going to teach you where to put your fingers so you don’t pee in your eye.”


Still raining! Still have a headache! Sick of Winter! Finished up a “Legends of Tomorrow” marathon and ordered season 4. That’ll be n tomorrow.

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