Thursday, September 12, 2019

Old & Broken - The Saga Continues


A while back I put up a post about being Old and Broken.  Turns out that severe, random muscle cramps and getting lightheaded when standing can be tied to anemia. It also just so happens that you can give yourself anemia from donating blood.  Who knew? I'm O neg with some funky missing component that makes my blood easier to use.

Consequently, my blood usually gets earmarked for babies and small children, and the donation center uses that fact to lay on the guilt if I miss a donation. I like babies, so I was going every time I was eligible and was giving the double unit of red cells every time. This caused me to not only use up my current iron stores but also to deplete what my doctor called my long-term iron stores.

I haven't donated now in almost a year and with supplements in my daily routine, my iron levels are back where they belong. Leg cramps and getting lightheaded are also pretty much gone.  Yay me...or so I thought.

A couple of months ago I was stretching, and my left shoulder popped. I didn’t think anything about it; because, I'm damned near fifty, and my joints pop all of the time. Then the pain started. Long story short, my doc has punted and referred me to an orthopedic specialist. I just can’t wait to see what joy this will bring. He also said that while I'm there he's going to add in having them check the hip that's been bothering me for over a year. I foresee pain, both physical and financial, in my future.

Folks tell me all of the time that I'm not old. I always remind them that the human body is like a car. It's not the years. It's the mileage, and the type of miles matter. Most of mine have been done, metaphorically, at 90 miles an hour down an unpaved country road. I should not be surprised that shit is wearing out.

***sigh***

-Wayne


Wednesday, September 11, 2019

Never Forget

I know I said that I wouldn't do any political posts on my blog going forward, but to me this doesn't qualify as political.

Eighteen years ago I was at work at the accounting firm I worked for then. My youngest had just had her first birthday in August. Life was just going along as it always had.  Then someone came into the hall outside my office and said that a plane had crashed into the World Trade Center. We all went to the conference room to watch the new of this horrible accident.  

Just about the time we had all gathered to watch the live feed the second plane hit, and it became obvious that these weren't accidents. I can still feel the shock followed by the anger that I felt at that moment. No one did much billable work that day as we all watched the news from that conference room.  The work just didn't seem important.

As the days passed and the aftermath of those attacks unfolded, I remember feeling the pride in my country and fellow Americans in how we came together and rallied behind the first responders who were dealing with the mess and the military as they prepared to respond.

Never forget means exactly that to me.

Today, when I look back, I still feel the anger over the attacks. I also feel a sense of sadness in how we have once again divided and battle with each other over the stupidest shit. It frustrates and saddens me that it will likely take something of that magnitude happening again to remind us that we are all in this together and that there are those who would see everything this amazing country has accomplished wiped from the face of the Earth. 

-Wayne


Monday, September 9, 2019

Second Effort - Birth of an Assassin

So I spent the last couple of weeks editing and trying to decide on a cover for the next story I planned to send to Amazon. I'm finally happy with the cover and reasonably happy with the story, so today I hit the submit button.

Like the first one, it's Kindle only. Here's the link and a view of the cover.  It does contain a couple of previous stories, but I'm not going to take the blog versions down just yet. 

If you pick it up, I hope you enjoy it. Cover and link below.

-Wayne





Tuesday, September 3, 2019

And I Still Have All of My Fingers

I spent the holiday weekend assembling and installing an engine in my old truck.  I have to give a HUGE thank you to my buddy Travis for all of his help.  He and I have been doing work like this together since high school. Still enjoy the hell out of doing it. The engine is now the nicest looking part of the truck, but hey the old monster is 35 years old. Hell, The "new" engine is 25. 

It's running mostly straight out of the exhaust manifolds in the video below, but it IS running. We towed it into the shop on Saturday and I drove it out on Monday.  Still needs a little work, but I'm smiling.

-Wayne




Thursday, August 22, 2019

A Quick Thank You

I just wanted to take a second and say thanks to everyone who picked up the short story from Amazon. It was my first attempt at using that service, and it went much better than I expected.  I'll have another short up soon, and hopefully a dead tree and kindle version novelette or novella of Tole's backstory by the end of October (just in time for Christmas! LOL).

Seriously though, heartfelt thanks to everyone. Oh, and if you have the time and are so inclined, a review would be greatly appreciated.

This has been an adventure and one that I hope to keep going.


Friday, August 16, 2019

So I Did ANOTHER Thing

Yesterday I finally opened a bank account for my eventual (I hope) self-publishing money from Amazon and other formats. That was my last excuse for not having pushed anything out, so last night I put my first short story out on Amazon. Again I have to give a big thanks to OldNFO for helping me set it up. It's good to have friends with experience so I don't have to reinvent the wheel.

It's Kindle only. Here's the link and a view of the cover.  I'll take the blog version down this weekend, and change the link on the post that lists everything to point to the Amazon page as well.

Onward and upwards. 

Oh and I guess I'll start signing this stuff with my name instead of as Tole.

-Wayne

Here There Be Pirates



Friday, August 9, 2019

Costly Revenge...The Sequel

Follow up to yesterday's post. Apparently you can no longer tape the envelope to a box. The post office will just throw it away. You still can stuff them as full as you can though. Maybe not as gratifying as mailing a box of bricks, but still gratifying just to a lesser degree.

Here's the new rule...

Old & Broken - The Saga Continues

A while back I put up a post about being Old and Broken .   Turns out that severe, random muscle cramps and getting lightheaded when stand...