Thursday, April 29, 2004

Hooray, hooray. The appraisal on the new house came in at exactly what we had already agreed to pay for it. Excellent. Why am I so excited? Because that was the last potential stumbling block in buying our new house. Had it come in significantly lower than our offered purchase price, we would have had to renegotiate with sellers that aren't particularly intelligent. That could have gotten ugly.

After yesterday's experience, I'm not sure that I recommend tennis and racketball in the same afternoon, with no intervening food. Just a thought.

Guess what I found in my wallet this week? A $10 bill dated from 1974. For paper currency, that is ancient. Try finding anything older than 1999, maybe 1997 in your wallets. Paper currency wears very quickly. It almost begs knowing the story of where this thing lay hidden all those years, almost like the one true ring....maybe that's a stretch.

Tuesday, April 27, 2004

From Heather: Today is my dad's 65th birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAD!!!
We heard back from the psycho real estate lady and the sellers decided that the repairs we asked to be made were ok. Of coure the silly people we are buying the house from couldn't understand why we wanted the leak in the roof repaired since they were buying a home warrenty for the house. Of couse the warrenty isn't valid on pre-existing things. They also can't understand why the ivy they have growing up the side of the WOOD house is a detriment.
We have now packed a total of five boxes. All of our wedding china and crystal, all of the Jewel Tea dishes from my grandmother (what are we going to do with those); almost all of the knickknacks in the house; and all of the little pictures that were up on the walls.

Monday, April 26, 2004

Well, we packed our first box today. We still are not moving for another month, but I think tonight we realized, "Wow, we need a whole lot more boxes and we need to pack faster." It's amazing how stuff just starts coming out of the walls and filling boxes.

On a related note, the inspection report came back on the new house and there were no major problems. Yippie!!

Blue Bell now has a Mardi Gras flavored ice cream. I highly recommend trying it before it goes out of season.

Moment of reality Friday night. We're downtown at a restaurant. As we're getting out of the car, some homeless guy tries to get my attention and I successfully ignore him. About 30 minutes later he happens to come into the restaurant that we're at and starts asking the waiter (small restaurant) if he can wash dishes for $5. However, he does so in a very aggressive way, especially for the poor waiter who barely speaks English. So he calls the manager, who quickly gets the guy to leave. About 15-20 minutes later we hear some yelling outside and then here somebody getting thrown against the window. Turns out it was the homeless guy throwing the manager against the outside window. After the manager pulls out his gun though, the homeless guy scurries away. And eventually the police stroll up and look around for the guy. We talked to the manager afterwards to find out what happened and apparently this homeless guy is part of TRA (Train Riders of America). Get this, it is a gang for homeless people. No shit. Street-word has it that these are pretty bad dudes. Anyway, just another Friday night in downtown. Less than four weeks until we move.

Thursday, April 22, 2004

Yes Yes, I know it has been a while since I made an entry. We've been on the road a lot in the last two weeks. We went up to Lexington for a few days and found a house that we should be closing on next month. Apparently all realtors have listening problems. After some distressing showings at nondescript, crackerbox, "house-farm" suburban subdivisions where every house looks the same and there is zero landscaping or trees, we found the perfect house. It is a unique design, convenient location, and has nice trees and landscaping. And despite the convenience of vinyl, one must admit that vinyl is ugly. Therefore we have no vinyl whatsoever. Brick and cedar. We love our house.

Quite a lot goes into closing apparently: inspection, appraisal, insurance, and a myriad of smaller things. Then there are the fun items like deciding which rooms will need to be repainted, which light fixtures are ugly enough that they need replacing, and so on.

While we were there we went to our very first horse race at Keeneland. Over an hour and a half, and not having much idea what we were doing, we won $5 betting. Just enough to pay for a daiquiri. It was awesome. Horse racing can be addictive I think because it convinces people that if they learn enough about horses and racing, that they can actually predict which horse will win, whatever the odds are. Much like baseball, some horses and baseball teams are clearly better than others, but enough random events go into each race/game that on any given day to predict the winner of that event immediately before the event is damn near impossible. However, I a complete novice, picked a winner and a placer in 2 out of 3 races that I watched and netted $5. And it was a helluva good time.

Which brings me to my next point, I have got to get to the driving range soon. Enough said.

Anyway, my blog is not dead. I've just had better things to do.

Saturday, April 10, 2004

So I saw some reality TV today, except it was real reality, as in actually unscripted. It consisted of Ernie Els and some Masters rule committee members determining if a pile of tree limbs were permanent or a "work area". Very entertaining.

After that I was flipping a few more channels and saw horse racing and stopped on that. Then I realized that they were showing the Bluegrass Stakes, at Keeneland in Lexington, ie, a race track that we will live less than 10 miles from a month from now. Very cool.

Hopefully next week when we're looking at houses we can catch a couple of races. I've really gotta figure out the betting system first though.

Friday, April 09, 2004

An American Werewolf in Paris. Not the one in London in the 80's. Paris, 1997. Unnecessary revisitation. But the slacker American does defeat the French skinhead werewolf group and gets the French girl in the end.

Pansensory processing deficits suck ass. A small percentage of those with fibromyalgia consume more healthcare time dollars than all those with rheumatoid arhtritis combined.

If snake-handling type holiness churches branched into the internet, would they type in tongues or is it purely a verbal phenomenon?

Heather says that my random thought processes mean that I'm still febrile, but since I hid the thermometer she can't prove it.
It would seem that I have largely recovered, though it seems that I have a new calling as an agent of biological warfare. Everyone I have even casual contact with seems stricken with the plague that I had. Excellent.

Most crooked bunch of lying hypocrits I've ever seen.

A big shout out to tularemia. Of the major candidates for biological warfare, this one is found naturally only in North America, almost only in California. Buy American. Whoop some ass. Beware the bunny. Especially aerosolized bunny blood. And other bunny juices.

Tuesday, April 06, 2004

Day 8

Still no better. I've decided that this is like one of those gypsy curses and that the only way to get rid of it is to pass it on to someone else. So today, I've been to both the bank and the post office. I didn't actually try to cough at people or anything like that, but I must admit, I am feeling a little better right this moment.

Oh, and the only stamps they had at the post office: Christmas greetings snowmen. In April. It's 82 degrees and sunny. Chuckle.

Monday, April 05, 2004

So, the verdict is in. Apparently I have pneumonia. Left lower lobe lobar community acquired pneumonia to use this pneumonia's full name. A little vitamin L should fix this right up. Levaquin cures everything. Right?

Sunday, April 04, 2004

The Andromeda Strain

Here I am to provide another update on my illness. I am tempted to go rent The Andromeda Strain today in honor of this illness which will undoubtedly finish me off soon, but dammit, I've already seen that movie too many times.

My snot is now bloody (probably been using too much decongestant). My left eye was matted shut by goo this morning. I coughed up something that looked like rancid cream cheese, but that only happened once. Despite all this, I don't actually feel all that bad. Except for one detail: either my ear canals or Eustachian tubes are blocked off by hardened mucus so I can't hear very well, except for things that occur within my body, which echo. Even my footsteps reverberate within my cranium. Extremely annoying.

For anyone who know me, you're probably aware that I don't really get sick too often. One side effect is that because I don't feel like doing much else, and it actually distracts me from coughing, I've been playing a lot of Desert Combat. I must admit there is a very guilty pleasure in becoming proficient in bringing down helicopters with Stinger missiles.

Saturday, April 03, 2004

Oh God, I have the illness now. Brian must die for bringing this pox on our house

Thursday, April 01, 2004

My illness has finally progressed to the point where I'm producing about half a cc of thick yellow sputum per hour. Niiiiiiiice. I've got spit cups and snot rags spread strategically all around the house so I don't have to put too much effort into clearing my system of mucus every few minutes.

On another note: I heard an interesting story in clinic today. One of the residents was on a flight from Paris to Houston last week when he heard over the intercom "Is there a doctor on the plane?" He looked around hesitantly for a few seconds to see if some grizzled veteran doctor would raise his hand. Of course, none did. So he steps up and goes to see what the problem is. Lady's story was suspicious for an early heart attack. Airplanes have AED's on board (automatic electronic defibrillators). She didn't need shocking, but you can use this particular machine to check the heart rhythm and look for signs of ischemia. Not as good as a full EKG, but it will do in a pinch. Turns out the lady is indeed beginning to have a heart attack. They're still somewhere over the Atlantic. The pilot tells the resident that they're still 5 hours from landing in Houston. The resident says, "Uh, not good enough." So based on this guy I know being an excellent physician, a couple hundred people got to spend some quality time in Newfoundland (the first part of North America that transatlantic flights see, for anybody that might have failed geography) and a little old lady's day got a heck of a lot better than it would have been.

After this story was told everybody that was sitting around the table at clinic is now having nightmares about what kind of unusual things could happen on airplanes.