In response to the announcement that the US would provide Patriot missile systems to Ukraine, the Rucking Fussians threatened that such systems and the personnel servicing them would be “legitimate” targets. In response Air Force General Pat Ryder made this on-target comment:
“I find it ironic and very telling that officials from a country that brutally attacked its neighbor — in an illegal and unprovoked invasion, through a campaign that is deliberately targeting and killing innocent civilians and destroying civilian infrastructure — that they would choose to use words like ‘provocative’ to describe defensive systems that are meant to save lives and protect civilians.”
I would call Puck Futin evil, but I think that’s an insult to evil people. His demise can’t come soon enough.
So far, I have been mainly “faithful” to the pancreatitis diet. In the last two weeks, I have had almost no cheese (I had mozzarella on one egg-white omelet), only two egg yolks and no fried foods at all. I have been consisting primarily on cold cereal (no longer with whole milk) and hot oatmeal, with one protein shake a day. My “vices” are a couple of pieces of dark chocolate and baked Ruffles.
Since my CT scans were clear I took it upon myself to place a heating pad on my abdomen every night for about 10 minutes. Whether it’s the placebo effect or not I can’t say, but I can say that the discomfort in the upper left quadrant of my abdomen has diminished significantly.
I am still trying to get my GI practice to conduct an endoscopic procedure of my pancreas and liver called an ERCP. Given the time of year, it’s almost like trying to take out a rhinoceros’s appendix through its anus with a paperclip. (Thanks, Ztemoc.)
While it is far from certain, the possibility exists that my wonderful wife and I will be living in a house that has parking for five cars. Yes, our offer on the “Goose Bumps” house was accepted. Now, all we have to do is to sell our house in the next 6+ weeks, during a dead real estate market at the worst time of year.
While I doubt that I will ever own three cars of my own–my wonderful wife is certainly entitled to buy at least one companion for her Corvette–I am now trying to think about something other than an XLR or Solstice GXP as a companion to my Mustang GT. I would want to buy a convertible, it is Arizona, and something with a better power-to-weight ratio than the Buick Cascada I owned for three months.
I don’t want to buy a German car, but Mercedes-Benz and BMW have the lion’s share of the market in which I am interested. However, one possibility exists that isn’t German:
This is an Infiniti Q60 convertible. I don’t know if this output is solely the domain of this car in IPL spec (IPL stands for Infiniti Performance Line), but the 3.7 liter V6 is rated at 343 HP/273 LB-FT of torque.
I have seen a few of these around here and, much like the Mustang GT I wound up buying, the Q60 looks better in person than in photos, for some reason. However, these cars are quite scarce. A quick look on AutoTrader this morning found ONE in the entire country with fewer than 30,000 miles and no reported accidents. Increasing the maximum mileage to 45,000 did add two more available cars.
I know I am putting the cart before the horse. The probability that we wind up with the “Goose Bumps” house is far less than 100%. Once again, however, if you don’t have dreams you have nightmares.
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Good luck on the house transactions, my friend. At least in Arizona, the house buying season is longer than here in the northern climates. We’ve had upwards of 10 inches of snow and accumulations every day since Monday evening. Still snowing as I look out my window now. I am glad I am not house hunting or looking for buyers now. >grin<
Many thanks, JS. We will need more than our share of good luck, I’m afraid, but I think we’re overdue.
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Dang. I thought my (diabetic) diet sucked, but yours sounds worse by a magnitude of 5. Seems trying to stay alive is a lot less fun anymore.
Hopefully the real estate market is strong enough to be able to support your sale. And just think, you will get to experience the “joy” of moving again. My next move WILL be my last. Even though I’ve been trying to divest my self of various items, I still have more than any one old man should have. To move everything would be a Herculean undertaking.
Have you considered a vintage convertible? Scratch 2 itches with one vehicle. Perhaps something like this
Yes, my current diet sucks, but some hope exists that it will only be temporary.
I am not dreading this move because it will be local, about 9 miles driving distance, and our potential new home is just fabulous.
As a doctor I can say the rhinoceros procedure you mentioned is only done on rare occasions…
Doc, you made my year with this comment. I’m still laughing…
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