My Golden Years

How’s that old joke go? You know the one, the joke about the Golden Years. The punch line is something about body fluids. Now, all these many years later, I get it. I mean I really get it! Every time I look at my two newest fashion accessories I’m reminded of it. Every conversation with friends or neighbors suddenly involves plumbing and a discussion about at least part of the golden part.

I’m finding out all sorts of things about guys I’ve thought I’ve known well for years.

I’m looking forward to my appointment on Tuesday next when I move on to the other fashion accessories you see in the photo above.

Enough whining though, the reality is everyday I feel better, every day I walk further and every day I do more. I am on the mend. And I am absolutely blown away by all the visits, emails, phone calls, comments and kind thoughts that continue to pour in. I am loved! I thank you all for that.

When I was laying in my hospital bed on Monday evening I promised myself that if I was a good boy and looked after myself for the rest of the week, come the weekend I would get a beer.

I am writing this mid-day Friday. Can the weekend be far away?Yes Daniel; I’ll be thinking about you.

I’ve been good, honest.

Hey Guys: Have you had your PSA checked lately?

 

 

Doing Fine

Hi Guys, this is not Larry but Larry’s special wife Marilyn(the painter) I have just dropped in to let you know how the great man is doing!  Well not so bad.  The Doctor said the surgery went very well everything looks great.  We need about 10 days for the final tests but all went well.  I left Larry this afternoon and he was sleeping  every now and then he would wake up and ask about the world.  Is there anyone new in the park? We always like to see the new incoming.  Steve and Dar dropped by this evening to say hi, it so great to see them again.  A new season is about to begin  I hear that Bonnie and Rick will be here this weekend.  Anyway at this point all is well.  He loves you all!  Keep reading it is his high!

PS I am a painter not a great writer.

 

5 Busy Days

 

We got back last Friday evening, this is Thursday morning: We’ve been parked here at Sicard RV for 5 days and  I’ve worked 4 of them. I’m happy to report that inspite of all the news about how tough things are in this world, the RV business is alive and well in Smithville. Everywhere you look you see sold signs, trailers and coaches are going out and loads of new inventory pouring in. It kind of reminds me of Mexico; quite a difference between the perception (the media take) of what’s going on and the reality.

So that’s 5 days down, and lots going on in the next 5. We need to get ready for our Saturday Run and who can forget my trip to St Joseph’s Hospital Monday morning.

My surgery will be at 8 am Monday and they are going to cut 5 little holes in my belly and remove my prostrate. They’ll have cameras and little robots and all sorts of stuff in there. My major concern is that when they drill into my gut there will beer shooting back at them. Hopefully I still have some Pacifico in there and hopefully there is enough for all of them.

I should be out of surgery by noon and probably out of the hospital by Wednesday. They say the major way to aid my recovery is lots of walking and we all know I’m good with that. We move back to 50 Point Friday, there are miles of trails there.

We really do need some help on our run. We have yet to reach our meager $2,000 goal. We’ll do all the physical stuff.

All you need to do is click here and donate.  

Thankyou to all of you who have donated. We’ll be thinking about you while we do our run. Who knows, we may even dedicate a kilometer to you.