I’m like that Chris Craft these days. Old but still viable. Old but repairable.
I told the Geezer to bring some of the Bill Miller picture books on liners to me in the hospital. Perhaps the best thing is to make a pile for him to bring then there’ no questions. There’s probably no wi-fi in the hospital, but I can make notes on the laptop for later. Take photos too. My goal in all this is to be able to take care of myself as fast as possible. We have fourteen stairs from the garage to the living room, and we have another 14 steps from the living room to the third floor. If I could get up the day of the vascular surgery and march around the hospital floor, I am hoping I can do the same with the hip.
Grumpy’s old but repairable too. The mechanic called to say yes the transmission fluid was low and there were metal filings in it. G knew this. All I hope is that new fluid will fix the problem. Yes, too, it was his master brake cylinder. It was 19 years old, so who are we to argue.
My hip is 71 years old, so who am I to argue about that either.
Life is Really in the Footnotes: