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Freezing on Deadman’s Hill

Deadman's Hill Lookout Tower

Deadman’s Hill Lookout Tower

I did a ramble to Deadman’s Hill and some other places. I did survive, but it was not easy.

Deadman’s Hill is west of Redfeather Lakes on a road that ends on the Laramie River road.  This is one of the more remote mountain areas east of the Continental Divide in Colorado.  Redfeather is a resort community northwest of Fort Collins and north of Rustic, in Poudre Canyon.  There are lakes, a store and post office, a restaurant, and many cabins.  There is a year-round population of about 250 people.  It is a bit funky, and nothing like the ski resorts with their upscale condos.

I went to Colorado State in Ft. Collins, lived there for several years, and never got to the area.  I have had Deadman’s Hill on my list, and tried to go over the road last spring.  Alas, the road is closed from December to June.  I was too early, but not too early to see a bear feeding in a meadow just before the closed gate.

I went back last week, the road was open and well graded.  It climbs through a Lodgepole Pine forest to a spur leading up to a fire lookout tower that has a view of most everything from Rocky Mountain National Park to Wyoming and from the plains to the Rawah Wilderness in the Medicine Bow mountains.

From the lookout tower I went down the hill a ways to a long meadow looking right at the Rawahs.  A little creek ran through the meadow and a pair of bull moose would drift out of the timber, feed for a while, and move back into the trees.

Meadow With the Rawah Mountains

Meadow With the Rawah Mountains

I got the tent up just in time for the first rainstorm, and had another storm a couple of hours later.  A pleasant and lovely late afternoon, with the solitude I always seek in the back country.

If it is not raining steadily, I set up my cot outside, with the sleeping bag inside a canvas bedroll along with a wool blanket.  I slept for a short while, got up to pee, got cold and stayed that way for the rest of the night.  I reached outside the bedroll and felt a layer of ice.  It seemed like my feet were as cold as those snowfields on the flanks of the Rawahs, and the rest of me had just come out of the water draining the snowfields.

I tried a few things that helped my body a little, but my feet got colder every time I left the sleeping bag.  Oh, and the sleeping bag zipper jammed.  No sleep, much misery.  At about 4:30 AM I climbed into my pickup and ran the heater to warm up.  Everything in the cab of that truck is lumpy or pokes you if you are trying to sleep.

At 5:30 I threw everything into the bed of the truck and went down the hill to the Laramie River road.  From there I went north to Woods Landing Wyoming, hoping to find coffee and food.  Closed.  On to Mountain Home, Wyoming, nothing there.  I went west to the road from North Park Colorado into Wyoming and south to Walden.

I found coffee, heat, food, and a semblance of civilization.  There were four old guys, retired ranchers from the look of them, sunning themselves on the patio in the 45 degree morning.  I saw some bicycles parked nearby and asked them if the bikes were theirs.  One shook his head, taking me literally at first.  None of them had been on a bicycle in at least 60 years.  You don’t ride bicycles if your headgear is a cowboy hat and your shirts have snaps, not buttons.

The bicycles belonged to some city folk having breakfast and fixing a flat tire.  They were in their 60’s.  Hardy people there, in Jackson County.

From Walden I went back north along the North Platte River into Wyoming.  The Platte and Laramie River valleys are what I think of as mountain ranch country.  Irrigated hayfields and pastures flanked by sagebrush hills rising into the timber.  Everyone waves at you.

Snowy Range

Snowy Range

I then went east over the Medicine Bow Mountains, capped by the Snowy Range.  This is one of my favorite drives.  The mountains are snowy white, jagged, and have lovely lakes at their base.  The white rock is 4 billion year old quartzite, older than anything in Colorado.  Just off the highway on the way to a campground are some stromatolites, or petrified algae, some of the oldest evidence of life on earth.Deadmans Hill 2014 012

I had lunch in Laramie and decided to return to Redfeather and get a cabin for some sleep.  There were no cabins available, so I went to Poudre Canyon, where a cabin was too expensive.  By that time I was so tired I just went home.  A tired, cold trip in some fine country.

Geology on The Highway of Legends

Spanish Peaks and a Dike

Spanish Peaks and a Dike

I went on a tour of Southern Colorado’s Highway of Legends with a group from Colorado’s Cherokee Trail chapter of the Oregon California Trail Association. Berl Meyer, our chapter president, summers in Cotopaxi, on the Arkansas River.  He rambles around Colorado looking at the geology and the mountains.  He is from Kentucky, so has a need to get away from relentless green.

Berl organized the trip, having us meet in La Veta.  For me the trip had two segments.   Colorado geology is one of my interests, and the Highway of Legends country has some world famous geology.

The Spanish Peaks south of La Veta, are relatively recent (geologically) igneous intrusions that rise to over 12,000 feet in elevation.  Located fairly far east for the Rockies, they served as important landmarks for early explorers and travelers.  When the intrusions barged in, they bulged and fractured the existing rock layers, and a series of vertical dikes radiate from the mountains.

Cucharas Pass is between the Spanish Peaks and the Sangre de Cristo mountains.  At 9,995 feet, it is another lovely Colorado mountain pass.  There are lots of dikes, and on the south side of the pass is Stonewall, at first look another dike, but this feature is a vertical wall of Dakota sandstone, pushed on edge by the Spanish Peaks uplift.

???????????????????????We had a startling encounter at Stonewall.  We had stopped for a break and to look the stone wall over when we had a visit from a Greek god.  Most people don’t know, but the gods are still with us.  They travel the world keeping track of events and people.  This particular Greek god is one of the lesser ones, namely Hermes’ great uncle.  The photo shows him as he was leaving.

The road then enters the coal country west of Trinidad.  There is lots of history in that area, and a world famous geological feature.  On the road to Trinidad Lake just outside Trinidad is  an exposure of the K-P (formerly K-T) boundary that marks the end of the Mesozoic era and the beginning of the Cenozoic, or modern era.  It is called the K-P because it is the boundary between the Cretaceous period and the Paleogene period.  Below the boundary, dinosaurs.  Above the boundary, no dinosaurs.K-T Boundary

The boundary is a narrow band of whitish clay that fell when an asteroid struck off Yucatan and threw a tremendous cloud of material into the atmosphere, blocking the sun and cooling the entire planet.  75% of life on earth perished, including the dinosaurs.  In a road cut on the way to the lake you can put your hand on the boundary.

There are exposures in many places around the world, including North Table Mountain in Golden, but this one is the most accessible.  I have wanted to go there for a long time.

We went to the San Luis Valley, over La Veta Pass from La Veta.  The valley is our own rift valley, formed as the movement of the Pacific tectonic plate drags some of the North American plate north.  The motion pulls things apart, and a big block subsided, forming the rift valley.  The Arkansas River north of Poncha Pass and the Rio Grande River mark the rift. (Real geologists, including Berl, don’t get the vapors at this explanation.)

Great Sand Dunes

Great Sand Dunes

On the east side of the San Luis Valley is The Great Sand Dunes National Park, another world famous geological feature.  The sand for the dunes comes from the San Juan Mountains to the west.  Normally, the sand would just keep going, blown over the Sangres to the plains farther east.  In this case, a creek picks up the sand blown off the dunes and carries it back to the other side, replenishing them every spring.  The result is a mammoth dune field, good for viewing, climbing, and tumbling down.  The creek is good for play as long as it lasts into the summer.

Good geology, good scenery, and a good time.  The geology is not a legend, however.  It is the real thing, and students from geology departments all over the country visit and study in Colorado.

 

New Garage

New Garage

New Garage

Our new garage is finished.  The old one car garage was designed for a 1936 Ford.  We never parked a car there.  The new one is 22’ by 20’ and will just barely hold both cars.  There is also room for stuff.  It is YELLOW.

Solar panels will be on the garage roof, so it was built with rafters instead of trusses to give a better angle for the panels.  There is storage space in the rafter area for things we don’t use very often.  The fencing is up, and I spread five cubic yards of dirt in the low spot where our patio is going.

Workshop

Workshop

The next step is landscaping.  We hear that landscapers are hard to get, so we will see.  We hope to have the entire project finished this year.

Bad Words

The title is a bit misleading.  I like to write, and attempt to avoid words, phrases, and acronyms that are overused.  I understand the overuse, it is a way of conveying something without much thought.  It is not difficult to find another word or phrase, but many fail to do so.

Here is a list, somewhat incomplete, of those words, etc. that annoy me.

Words, phrases, and acronyms that need to fall into disuse:

Adorable                                             Compelling

Awesome                                            Momentarily

Tons                                                    OMG

Long since                                           Hopefully

Selfie                                                   Big time

My bad                                                Calling out

24/7                                                    Just saying

Iconic                                                  IMHO

Baby Bump                                          Shortly

And More!                                            Epic

LOL                                                     Kardashian

Majorly                                                So last …

Whenever                                            Viral

So over                                               Jenner

One Moment                                        One second

Back in the day                                    Each and every

At this point in time                              Breaking news

Upgrade                                               The proper…

 

Please add to the list.

Cancer

The Fault in Our Stars

The Fault in Our Stars

Carol and I went to the movies!  We don’t do that a lot; we usually watch them at home.  This one, however, drew me to the theater and I drug Carol along.  “The Fault in our Stars”‘ is a romance and story about cancer and dying young.  I rate movies by how much I find myself thinking about them.  I am still thinking about this one days later.

 

It has a fine story, good directing and photography, and a great cast.  Shailene Woodley has the main role.  A reviewer said she is as lovely as a June day, and the woman can act.  The other cast members are good, but they are playing backup.

 

Two teens with cancer meet at a support group, and they fall in love.  The power of the movie is in exploring how a terminal illness forces one to explore meaning, pain, death, and love in an intensely personal way.  Gus and Hazel are bright and funny as they confront the tragedy in their young lives.

 

The movie is a tearjerker, a sick flick, sentimental, and somewhat too right.  With that, it is honest, fun, sad, and lovely.  If you can’t get to the theater, put it in your queue.  I doubt if I will read the book.

 

The movie has more significance for me because I lost my mother to cancer when I was a junior in high school.  She was stricken with ovarian cancer at menopause.  Initially diagnosed as an ulcer because of her abdominal pain, our family doctor missed the cancer because he was dealing with a paranoid psychosis.

 

By the time my parents realized what was wrong and sought out the best cancer doctor in Grand Junction, it was too late.  Given the state of cancer treatment in the 1950’s, it was probably too late anyway.  The standard routine ensued, surgery, radiation, some primitive chemotherapy, and over a year of debility, pain, and wasting.

 

My family did not deal with cancer as well as Gus, Hazel, and their families.  Our strategy was denial.  Just act like nothing is wrong.  The elephant is rotting in the corner of the room, but ignore it.  I would come home from school, go into the bedroom where she lay wasting away, give a upbeat account of my day, and stay away.

 

It took well over a year for her to die.  The day she died, my father called me out of an assembly at school.  I had to walk from the front of the auditorium to the exit with everyone’s eyes on me.  I went numb.  I stayed numb.  No conversations about anything.  The only genuine expression of sympathetic came from the football coach.  I am so grateful for what he said, more than fifty years later.

 

I floundered.  I listened to jazz, Tchaikovsky’s Sixth, and read existentialists.  I flunked trigonometry my senior year, explored religion (didn’t work), flunked out of the University of Colorado, tried Mesa College, drank a lot, and joined the Army.  Time does heal, and the Army gave me some sense of purpose while I grew up.

 

I didn’t deal with the loss of my mother until I saw “Brian’s Song” in 1971.  Watching that movie, about Brian Piccolo and his great friend Gayle Sayers, the floodgates opened up.  I did not cry when my mother died, I was shut down emotionally.  Years later, I cried.  What a release.  I mourned her loss for the first time.  The lesson: deal with the feelings when it is happening.  The more painful the feelings are the more important it is.  Talk about it.  That is what happened in “The Fault in our Stars”.  It did not happen in my life and I paid for it for years.

A Book Review

9781608198061This week is a book review. Roz Chast, a cartoonist for The New Yorker, has come up with a graphic memoir.  I enjoy her cartoons, all quirky, EMOTIONAL, and full of insight about people.  Her new book is about her parent’s last years and death, a big subject for me.  Carol, her sister Judi, and I did a blog about caregiving for elderly parents.  The elderly parents are dead, as is our active blogging, but the website is still up.  www.desperatecaregivers.com

 

So when “Can’t we talk about something more Pleasant” came out, I bought it. I think I am fairly typical for persons my age-I’m not a reader of graphic novels.  I have read some graphic stories, but this was my first full-length graphic anything.  Ms. Chast is a master at communicating feelings with her work and caregiving for dying parents is full of feelings.  Often children of parents who are at the end of life don’t really like their parent, and all sorts of feelings come up.  Guilt, shame, resentment, anger, sadness, fear, anxiety, and a sense of futility are some of the feelings.  The book evokes them all.

 

I am having trouble writing this review because the book brings all these feelings up in me, making it hard to get any flow in my writing.  I have been working on this review for three days and have 230 words written.  When we did the caregiving blog this happened to me.  Writing about subjects other than caregiving is easy.

 

Roz Chast does so well communicating her feelings as well as her parent’s feelings that I feel like I know them personally.  I appreciate her ability to express her reactions to her parent’s denial and show the dynamic with her parents that shaped her life and the way she dealt with their declines and deaths.  Her memoir must have been more painful to write as it was to read.

 

I tend not to read or write about books that I found painful to read.  This one is an exception.  I recommend it to anyone who has aging parents or is a parent.  Roz Chast deals with a difficult issue in a creative and intensely personal way.

Home Improvement 2014

Old Garage

Old Garage

We are adding a two car garage and solar electricity to our 1937 vintage house.  We thought it would be a fairly straightforward project, but it is not working out that way.  We had a brick one car garage, an ugly carport, and a parking pad, all on the alley.

Step one, I mangled the sprinkling system in an attempt to move it out of the way of the larger garage.  It cost $140.00 to get that fixed after a three week wait, then the concrete form setters drove their stakes through one of the lines.  Ed, our contractor and a great guy, replied to my email with “oops, sorry”.  Of course, I found the leak while watering the lawn and garden just before two big thunderstorms.

The main problem is delay.  We waited two weeks on the demolition contractor.  We saved 800 bricks from the garage for walks and a patio.  The demo contractor recycles bricks, so saving those bricks cost us $300.

We waited another week for tree removal, than another week to get the tree stumps ground.  After another wait, the concrete contractor showed up to start setting forms.  They had to chop out two stumps.  The first forms they set were too close to the alley.  They had to take them out anyway to bring in road base (50% gravel, 50% dirt).  That entire process took two more weeks.  Yesterday, they poured the concrete.  The evening rain was perfect, cooling the concrete as it cured.

All the delays are part of any construction project these days.  The recession of 2008 put a lot of construction people out of business.  Now the economy is back, but the companies are not.  Those in business are overbooked and having trouble getting skilled workers.  None of the subcontractors’ workers have English as their first language.  They are all good guys, hard-working and fun to be around.  I provided some cervezas as they finished the day.  One cause of the labor shortage is the oil boom in North Dakota.  Natives up there used to say that the climate kept the riff-raff out.  Lots of riff-raff up there now.  Lots of money as well.  People go where the work and good money are.

Ed is going to do the fencing, which is a good thing as I called three fence contractors and only one returned the call.  We called three solar contractors, got responses from all three, but one never submitted a bid.

New Garage Concrete

New Garage Concrete

The garage should go up starting next week.  Many decisions to make.  Doors, lighting, roofing color, whether to replace the roofing on the sunroom where more solar panels are going, what kind of gate latches, finding a hardscape contractor (I was going to do it myself, but decided I am too old) paint colors, on and on.

In addition, we added painting the north gable on the house to the project.  I got up there to scrape the old paint.  The trim on the bottom of the siding and the bottom board of the siding are rotten.  Another task and some more expense.

The next door neighbors are learning about home improvement as well.  They decided to replace the roof themselves.  Mom, dad, and kid brother came from Omaha last week to help.  five people, fairly skilled, worked Friday through Monday and didn’t finish.  Mom and kid brother had to go back to Omaha, wife went to work.  Dad and husband worked Tuesday, Dad on Wednesday.  Thursday morning Dad worked two hours and left for Omaha to deal with the water in the attic and basement from the big storm there.   The roof is about 95% finished.  They will finish this weekend and have a nice roof with new skylights.

A lot of this story is about things that are fairly normal for any project, but the delays are somewhat unusual.  We did the kitchen last year with little delay as it went along.  When it is finished, this year’s project will make our little nest more livable and more fun.  I don’t call the process itself much fun.

My Experience With Department of Veterans Affairs

Veterans Salute

Veterans Salute

I am a U.S. Army veteran.  I served from 1962 to 1965, so missed all the fun in Vietnam.  I spent a year in the States training as a radar repairman and two years in Germany in a unit that provided support to a Hawk missile battalion.  I didn’t like the army much, but enjoyed Europe and the people I worked with.

In basic training, I fired the M1 Rifle.  In Germany, it was the M14 rifle.  Both rifles are .30 calibers and loud, more powerful than the .223 caliber our military now employs.  It took some time for me to get promoted past Private First Class, but when I was, I got the honor of leading a .50 caliber Browning machine gun crew.  The Browning Machine Gun Caliber .50 M2 HB is a serious piece of machinery.  On its tripod it weighs 128 pounds and fires about 650 rounds per minute.  It is big, powerful, and very loud.  All three weapons are loud, but the .50 takes loud to a new level.  We had no hearing protection.

After firing, my ears rang for days.  After firing the .50, the ringing never stopped.  I knew I had hearing loss as well.  Working for Denver Water, the hearing tests showed significant hearing loss and the tinnitus (ringing) was worse.  Finally, in about 2008, I went to the VA after learning the VA provides hearing aids to any veteran with honorable service.

The hearing aids are a big help, and I applied for a service connected disability for the tinnitus and hearing loss.   Not long later, I received a 10% service connected disability for tinnitus, but was denied for the hearing loss.  In March 2009 I appealed the decision.  After a long wait, the appeal seemed to have gone away.

Carol is persistent, keeping me on the case, and asking a retired VA nurse what we should do.  She had Carol contact a person at the VA regional office who got the appeal going again.  It was again denied, so I asked for a hearing before an administrative judge.

In March 2014 I had the hearing, with representation from the Disabled American Veterans.  The judge apologized for my having to come in.  There was case law in my favor, and I won.  I am now waiting for a determination of my hearing related disability and benefits retroactive to March 2009.  The DAV tells me I should hear soon.

During this entire wait I have seen VA physicians for my prescription medications ($8.00 for three months).  I also got my medication for ADD and saw a VA psychiatrist for the prescriptions.  I am on my third set of hearing aids from the VA.  I have always been happy with the service providers at the Denver VA hospital.  The VA bureaucracy is another matter.

As more Persian Gulf and Afghanistan veterans began using the VA, wait times increased, and I have spent lots of time on hold for the pharmacy.  When I first got hearing aids, there was little wait time for an appointment.  The wait times have steadily increased.  The VA has always been underfunded, and that has increased dramatically with all the returning vets from the Middle East.  The current scandal is a direct result of the VA trying to do its mission without enough money.  There is also a lot of money spent on bureaucratic bloat, money which should go to service providers.

The largest health network in the country is simply overwhelmed.  Managers had bonuses tied to wait times for appointments, so they cooked the books.  Who is losing out?  The veteran.  I had good help in negotiating the bureaucracy and my appeal took five years.  What about the vets who do not have an inside contact and the DAV working for them?

Most of the blame lies on the source for many of the nation’s current problems: Congress.  The current scandal may result in changing the VA bureaucracy and may produce increased funding.  Our nation’s veterans deserve the health care they are promised.  I hope the care improves.

Energy

 

Solar Panels

Solar Panels

Carol and I are concentrating on how we use energy.  Watching “Cosmos” with Neil DeGrasse Tyson pointing to the sun and saying, “It’s Free!” is partly responsible.  I did a lot of research for my talk on Front Range Colorado flooding.  One conclusion I reached is that the climate change we are now experiencing will lead to more floods.

Releasing fossil carbon into the atmosphere is setting up a worldwide crisis of unparalleled magnitude.  Drought, wildfires, floods, sea level rise, and pollution will affect millions worldwide.  The environmental changes have already increased political instability. Syria and sub-Saharan Africa are cases in point.

Here in the U.S., rhetoric and denial are the most visible response to the looming disasters.  Those who make money from fossil energy deny the problem and buy inaction in Congress.  Public utilities seem to be much more interested in selling gas and power produced from coal and gas than switching to renewables.  Wind farms are on the increase and more commercial solar power installations are being built, but the pace is fairly slow.

Germany is a leader in switching to renewables, but recent stories that over 70 percent of production is from renewables is exaggerated.  The fact is that their wind and solar production is increasing, while coal use is declining.  China is starting to move to renewables, but is the world leader in coal use, and coal production is increasing.  In China, 66% of their power comes from coal compared to 49% in the U.S.  The switch to gas from coal is on, driven by cheaper gas (from fracking) and the high cost of coal plant pollution controls.  Burning gas has about half the carbon footprint of coal, but it is still burning huge amounts of carbon sequestered millions of years ago.

Worldwide people and governments are starting to respond to the dangers of fossil fuel generated climate change, but slowly.  So what are we to do?  Join the grassroots green energy movement.  People use all this energy, so people have to use less.  Less gasoline, less natural gas, less electricity, and most of all, less coal.

So what is a couple from Denver to do?  We aren’t much for marching in the streets or being rabid environmentalists, but we want to do our part.  Activism begins at home.  In our case, home is a brick bungalow built in 1937, when builders were not concerned with energy efficiency.  The main thing builders did in the 1930’s did was build smaller houses.  Ours has 830 square feet on the main floor.  It is a far cry from the 2400 square foot houses that are today’s norm.

We did add a 400 square foot sunroom that we can close off from the rest of the house.  In the winter, it is at 40 degrees, and an exhaust fan pulls cool air from the basement in summer.  We have a modern high efficiency furnace and water heater.  We have increased the attic insulation twice, first to R36, then to R50.  The original steel casement windows are terrible for leaking cold air in winter, and hot air in summer.  We have historical designation on the house which means keeping those windows, but we installed inside storm windows that stop those wintry breezes.

Carol forces me to tolerate 68 degrees in winter and 78 degrees in summer.  That mainly means either more or less clothes depending on the season.  At night the programmable thermostat is set for 56 degrees, but the house seldom cools off that much.  I did break down and get some fleece lined slippers instead of my beloved L.L. Bean moccasins.  The basement, with my man cave, gets cold.  I guiltily run an electric heater.  Someday we will insulate those cold basement walls.

When we increased the attic insulation the first time we also put in attic ventilation.  We had rooftop vents installed and put a large vent in the north gable to introduce cooler outside air.  When we re-roof we will add more vents.  Prior to that, the only ventilation was a small vent over the entryway.  It sure did get hot up there.

The air conditioner has a device provided by our electric utility that runs it less often during periods of high demand for power on hot days.  To reduce air conditioner use we open the house up in the evening and run fans to exhaust hot air and bring in cooler outside air.  Denver averages a thirty degree difference between daytime and nighttime temperatures.  Texans, eat your hearts out.  When we have to have a new roof in the next few years we will add an attic fan.  They are noisy, but they exhaust hot air in the house and cool the attic.

The big thing we are doing now is adding solar electricity with our new garage.  We have needed a garage for some time.  We have never been able to park a car in the old one, designed for a 1937 Ford.  My shop area, the gardening stuff, until recently my motorcycle, and the bicycles filled it up.  Our block has an alley, which is a crime conduit.  We have had several break-ins, and want our cars inside.

The solar panels will go on the garage and sunroom roofs.  When we replace the roof on the older part of the house, we will add enough panels to produce all the power we need.  We will be at about 80% with the house and sunroom panels.

So we are slowly going green.  It is possible for individuals to make a difference.  If more of us do it, it will pressure governments and the utility companies to get serious about energy.  It will take grass roots action to make it happen.  Boulder, Colorado is threatening to take over Xcel energy’s infrastructure in their city.  That is a message to the utility companies that they have to get serious about renewable energy or lose their customers city by city.  I am hopeful that meaningful change is going to happen.  I don’t think it is enough to stop some of the climate changes we are seeing, but we are slowly starting to try living with our planet, not exploit it to our extinction.

If it Doesn’t Hurt, it Itches

 

Copy-2-of-CIMG0019-212x300I have reached that age where parts of me do not work quite as well as they used to.  I have aches and pains.  I have a titanium knee.  I am short a finger on my right hand.  I wear hearing aids.  A tooth is missing.  A LOT of hair is missing on my head.  My right shoulder, both wrists, left knee, and right foot hurt.  My left little finger has this hitch where it doesn’t want to straighten out and sort of snaps past a point when I do straighten it.  That hurts as well.

I have sinus headaches, acid reflux, a bad disk in my back, and an ass that is so small my pants won’t stay up. No ass, no hair, no little finger, what is going on?

When I was in my forties (I am 72) I did a career change.  I went from being a desk bound bureaucrat to working in the water business.  My first job required water treatment knowledge and a lot of physical work.  I laid pipe, repaired manholes, cleaned sewer lines, pumped a lot of water, read meters, and did a lot of pick and shovel work.  I remember thinking that I could do everything in my forties that I did in my twenties.

Then I hurt my back carrying an unbalanced load up a ditch bank.  I  learned about physical therapists and chiropractors.  I am still learning.  Up to then I had taken my body for granted.  I did what I wanted to and mostly got away with it.  From the back injury on, it has been downhill.

Since then, my body tells me when it does not like what I am doing to it.  Usually it uses pain.  The other strategy it employs is the itch. My head, back, legs, and arms itch.  It is seasonal. I itch spring, summer, winter, and fall.  I have recently discovered that some of the itching may be from ultraviolet light.   I am eliminating UV light in the house.  I take Benadryl and Allegra.  They help.  I still itch.

I have had prostate surgery, hernia surgery, a knee replacement, several colonoscopies, several endoscopies, a finger amputated, and an optorectomy (severing the nerve from your butt to your eyes to get rid of the shitty outlook).  I have high blood pressure.  I get migraine headaches.

I don’t do some things I used to do.  Run, jump, carry heavy loads, mess around on roofs, or think.  I have ADD.  Therapy and medication help a great deal, but I still forget, get crabby, and do impulsive stupid things.  I have been able to do some writing, however.  That is, if you can call this writing.

Don’t get me wrong, I am not complaining.  That is a lie.  But, I can still do a lot and have fun at it.  I have the limitations of an aging body, but I remain active and can work with the school kids at Four Mile.  They seem to like Mr. Bill.  Life is good.

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