You do not need a parachute to skydive. You only need a parachute to skydive twice.
Could not sleep last night as I was worried about Sue and how she was doing in the hospital…would she know me this morning or not? For some reason I kept thinking about elementary school…perhaps because we are having lunch with Joel Prell, a guy I met in kindergarden in 1948 and we are still friends. I lost him for thirty years but with Sue and her love for life, we got reconnected and see each other every six months or so now!
I remember at the height of the Cold War, with the threat of a nuclear war looming, American we were being taught to “duck and cover” – as part of drill in case the bomb was dropped on the United States. This photo was taken in 1951 – and is very amusing/naive/scary to think that this exercise would somehow save lives if Russia dropped a nuclear bomb on their city. The sad truth is, a nuclear firebomb would rip through their classroom. Fun little films, with catchy songs and animated turtles were produced to show kids how to properly duck and cover during a surprise nuclear attack. This was life during the Atomic Age.
Around 5:00 AM I fell asleep until about 6:30 AM. Getting up I remembered I had not eaten since Tuesday so to the refrigerator I hurled myself tossing the necessary ingredients for a protein pig-out on the counter.
This means I did not have to eat all day long! I am now beow 215 pounds… On my way to the magic 195!
It’s 10:00 AM and I was on my way to the hospital when Sue called! She knew me and was back to normal…yeah! She was doing great when I showed up! Such good news.
After a visit I headed home to do some shopping. First BB&B then Ralph’s and finally a pickup at Staples. Approaching 6:15 PM, I decided hospital food was not in her future so Taco Surf here I come. Two veggie taco’s were the perfect pick.
On the way back tot he hospital with dinner, Sue called but it was Irene’s phone number…Irene decided to visit. Irene stayed until I showed up. Sue went through the dinner like a hot knife trough butter! Poof, dinner disappeared.
Around 9:30 PM it was time to go home and crash…doing nothing all day is difficult! I crashed after watching a documentary on Abbott and Costello!