I mentioned in a post a couple of moths ago that I had a new cadillac. Well, tomorrow I'm getting rid of it. I report to the Ambultory Surgery Center in the morning at 08:45 and I'm nervous about it. They tell me that they don't put you to sleep for this surgery and that worries me a little. I have a problem with seeing something coming at my eyes. I flench when something does. That's why I never considered contacts in the past. Heck, I can't even put drops in my eyes, Mel has to do that for me. So, I'm scared that when he comes at my eye with whatever tool he uses to take the cadaract off that I'll flench and he'll wind up cutting my whole eyeball out. I'd be in a fix for sure if that happens.
I'm older than God's dog, or at least I feel like it sometimes. I've lived most of my life in God's little acre called Startex and the rest of my life within 6 or 7 miles of it. I'm married to my soulmate who was my highschool sweetheart and have been for might near 33.5 years. We don't argue but we do have some intense moments of fellowship on rare occasions. We have four beautiful children who aren't children anymore, two of our own and two who ours are married to that we consider ours. We also have three beautiful grandchildren who still are children. They love their Grandaddy and Mimi and that makes us happier than pigs in mud.
I'm a volunteer firefighter and have been for 34 years. I've been Assistant Chief since 1993 so I don't do much actual firefighting anymore. That's for the younger guys.
I sing in the church choir and sometimes in a quartet consisting of me, my son, my daughter and my son-in-law.