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08/02/2005 Entry: "SLOW AT POSTING A BLOG"

SLOW AT POSTING A BLOG

Drew came to see me after work to say that some of his bank customers had inquired about my blog today since I hadn't posted anything yesterday and they thought something might be wrong. It's just been a busy day or two.

Sunday night about 11, Dane experienced chest pains and a heaviness on his chest. The matter was dealt with promptly with medication and other than being very restless the remainder of the night, he seemed to feel all right. Yesterday we brought him to Ellsworth for an EKG and blood tests to compare to previous ones. Nothing showed up to indicate any irregularities. That's good.

The doctor is looking at him as we speak as there are further concerns about his bedsore. Kenz just called and said the report on that is good as well. Dr. Slomka thinks it might be a tad shallower than it was, slightly improved. That's good.

Mackenzie and Ally have been here all day and we have all dealt with two individuals who have been here buying or looking at buying some of the things I've said were for sale, and a lot of things I haven't mentioned. A load went out today and more may fly out the house tomorrow. We need to downsize anyway and it's better than having it end up in a garage sale. We still have to make room for some of the items from Dane's house, and all our houses are bursting at the seams from storing for each other.

Brit had to go see the podiatrist in Salina today and knew little of what we intended to sell. When he came home, he started looking around at what was missing and seemed pleased to find his clothes were still in his closet. He knows when I get in the mood to get rid of something that it better be nailed down, or it disappears.

Brit: Hum. I see one Buffet is missing.
Me: Yep.
Brit: What did you get for it?
Me: Twice what we paid for it.
Brit: How about the other Buffet?
Me: You can still look at it.
Brit: What else?
Me: Well, maybe the watch you gave me?
Brit: I'm surprised you could find your keys to the box to get it.
Me: Yep...and I hope you remember I loved the thought, but I never could see the hands to see what time it was. Sorry, but I really like my $34.00 Timex. I miss those Timex commercials.
Brit: Yeah..the one where the divers wear it and show it's still ticking. Me too.
Me: If he comes back tomorrow, he may clean us out. That's okay, isn't it?
Brit: Sure. You know what I want to look at awhile longer and what can go!
Me: How about your duck decoys? Are you planning on taking Ally duck hunting like you used to? She loved sitting in the blind with you, drinking hot chocolate and then coming home to thaw out. Never a shot was fired.
Brit: Those were good times. Yea, you can sell the decoys, not the guns.
Me: By the way, you're wearing your hearing aids and you can hear me.
Brit: What???

We've sure enjoyed having Mackenzie here.