Waiting on BS

Not what you may be thinking...  BS is the one who introduced me to intricate bob and weave of horse racing at the fabled River Downs a long time ago.  As you may have guessed, I've decided to look at the races today.  The "midsummer derby" (The Travers Stakes) is being run at Saratoga and is one of the better days of the year to wager.  Unfortunately, this is the first time in years it is not being televised; no worries, that's why laptops exist, and its legal.  Back to BS, we have tried, and emphasize "tried", to figure this game out for a long time.  Sometimes we dive in a touch much, but generally when we handicap together, it means neither of us will win a dime.  So why wait on him?  Why not?  At least we sound good talking about the probabilities...

If I get any share of the prize pool, it will be apparent and will require me to bore you with the details.  Selecting the winners in 4 straight is the challenge.  I've put a couple hours in this morning and will finalize this afternoon

Waiting may be the theme for the past few days.  We know that the diagnosis is AML and that the treatment will involve approximately 30 days of inpatient care to go after the bad guys.  We are waiting on the secondary test that will determine if a marrow transplant is necessary.  While this will not (apparently) affect the initial treatment, it will affect who/where we may have some of the treatment done.  We've been fortunate to have all 3 doctors and hospitals discussing the case and treatment.  Best guess at this point is Tues/Wed for the start of treatment.

I don't mind sitting around here and there, but this is getting a bit much for my ADD tendencies.

PICKLE PLUCKER'S AND THE PAMPERED CHEF

Mom has been taking care of the cooking the past few days and that is never a bad thing!  Every now and then, because it's not her kitchen, I'll get the random "where do you keep the...?"  I think I've done a decent job of organizing most of the major items, etc., as I do most of the cooking (remember, Lynn doesn't find "joy").  Friday, Mom pulled out what would appear to most to be a surgical instrument, but Lynn quickly identified it as the pickle plucker.  Yes, this item exists and we have one.  It is designed to get the pickle out of the jar, as if your fingers or a fork can't do the job adequately.  Not to lump all of the "ladies" together, but y'all (had to use it for my Southern members of the family) have to get a grip on these "parties" you attend.  We then identified the microwave poached egg maker and the measuring cup that adjust to 12 settings which have all been purchased at various "parties" over the years.  These are the items which remain in the house after my secret purging that took place the week after our wedding.  I've been chastised over the years when Lynn can't find one of these types of items for the once a decade use.  Since I've done my good deeds here, I will be moving on to Lynns Mom's house to address the issue over there soon (if I were allowed out).  Now, if I had found the classic in the egg scrambler, that would be a completely different story.

THE Pickle Plucker

The benefit of having people around who like to talk a lot is that you hear some great conversations and I get to manipulate them how I see fit.

Having all of the support from everyone has been pretty cool.  The posting of comments has been very gracious, and one of my favorite parts is hearing about the internet challenges of our parents and aunts/uncles, as in, "what the hell is a blog and what does that mean?"

I'm pretty much ready to go get this treatment.  It may sound strange, but I don't lose sleep over that thinking.  Strange, maybe... Unfortunately, my sleep deprivation is usually focused on all the little things that don't matter, like:

"Do we really need the sprinklers on more than twice a week?" or,

"I hope the kids didn't eat the rest of the chips" or,

"What temperature is the best time to put on the AC?"

"Did my cousin really slam the Buckeyes again?  They do realize they are from Georgia, right?  I must not have done my job when I was there..."

 

Certainly, not things that should keep me up, but we all have stuff...  I think.  

If I can figure out how to post some polls on here, it could be an interesting.  We''ll stray away from political thoughts, as that can't be good for discussion, but what I can tell you, is that there isn't much use for 98% of all the news shows on TV, and I mean from 6:00 am through midnight.  You are better off discussing with your friends who might have a real opinion, if you can keep it civil.

I'll post my selections in a bit for those who care...  and don't forget the Reds tonight at 7:00 against the Cubs.