As I mentioned
yesterday, the minimal changes that caused so much consternation and hand
wringing all week passed with an almost vestigial vote by the board. That set the rest of day up as I could finally
start inputting the changes into the scheduling software which I complain about
but for some strange reason actually enjoy (a little).
This relatively
peaceful sojourn was interrupted when the calendar reminder popped up to send
me for my semi-annual skin check with the dermatologist. Ever since I had to have some basal skin
cancer rooted out of my head and neck I have to do this every six months or
so. I made a rookie mistake by pointing
out some weird flaky skin on my forehead to the doctor. I’ve found the dermatologists love this
because they get to draw their favorite cryotherapy toy – the frozen nitrogen
gun. Thirty seconds after asking the
doctor what the flaky skin was I was the proud owner of a killer “ice cream
headache” and three frozen spots on my forehead.
I’m not
complaining because a headache is much preferable to that Mohs knife fest. On the upside the doctor was female so I had
a young lady literally running her hands all over my body (sometimes middle age
is a good thing, reaction wise). By the time
I got home and reported to the wife, the doctor had aged several decades.
We received
some sad news last night from our daughter.
Our son in law’s grandfather passed away down in Florida after a long
battle with Alzheimer’s. I only met him
once, at my daughter’s wedding, but it still generated one of my favorite memories
from the wedding. During the rehearsal
dinner at our home his wife came up and asked if I would talk him about a
painting that was hanging in the family room.
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| The Painting |
The painting
was a gift from the officers of the 101st Airborne Division battalion
that I commanded. It commemorated the epic
stand of the 101st at Bastogne during World War 2. I immediately launched into the history behind
the painting when he gently interrupted and said, “I know. I was there.”
I let him talk from that point on and learned he was an armored infantry
platoon leader in Patton’s famed Third Army and was part of the force that
eventually fought through to relieve the surrounded 101st at
Bastogne. As with many Alzheimer’s victims
he could be foggy about present day happenings but he clearly remembered his days
fighting across Europe. These heroes of
the greatest generation are departing the realm in staggering numbers now but I
feel a little diminished that one I admired so much has shuffled off the moral
coil. He leaves the world the better
place for having contributed so much, not the least of which is a truly
outstanding grandson. My thoughts are
with my son in law today.
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| Rest in Peace Lieutenant and Thank You |
Staying in the
daughter department, she recently posted something that I thought was incredibly insightful. I don’t know the original author but pretty neat
stuff. The cool thing about having such
smart kids (they take after their mother) is occasions like this, when they
make you think:
“I’ve said this
before and I’ll point it out again -
Menstruation is
caused by change in hormonal levels to stop the creation of a uterine lining
and encourage the body to flush the lining out. The body does this by lowering
estrogen levels and raising testosterone. Or, to put it more plainly “That time
of the month” is when female hormones most closely resemble male hormones. So
if (cis) women aren’t suited to office at “That time of the month” then (cis)
men are NEVER suited to office.
If you are a
dude and don’t dig the ladies around you at their time of the month, just
think! That is you all of the time. And, on a final note, post-menopausal (cis)
women are the most hormonally stable of all human demographics. They have fewer
hormonal fluctuations of anyone, meaning older women like Hilary Clinton and
Elizabeth Warren would theoretically be among the least likely candidates to
make an irrational decision due to hormonal fluctuations, and if we were basing
our leadership decisions on hormone levels, then only women over fifty should
ever be allowed to hold office.”
Author’s note -
I’m still never voting for Hillary, mainly for her poor marital choices.
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| Lest We Forget |
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