Weight mile marker is 462

It seems the drugs from my hear doctor are working...down to 467 lbs.

We got back to the club this morning. Swam a few and walked a few. Weighed myself...down to 480!

Okay, now I really know that I am getting too old. I just put "The Bishop's Wife" into the DVD player and it seems the minute I did that I hear the roaring hum of a lawn mower. I should be hearing a snow blower!

Scott and Nichole had a girl! Okay where are the pictures?

Taking everything into account I guess still being alive isn't all that bad. Who'd have thought A-Fibrillation of the heart? New Diet and a week in the hospital and I'm down from 536 lbs. to 495 lbs. Looks like I am positive for Sleep Apnea. So waiting for the call to get a CPAP machine. Back aches like a mother from the sleep study. Wires, wires and more wires coming out of my head. Doc Woodard says the meds are why I feel so drained. Now we need to see what is wrong with Ginna's pain. CT & Ultra sound ruled out Appendix. So here we go.

Revenge, they say it is a double-edged sword. Be that as it may be, I find that reboot can be a double-edged sword. Word has it on the net that Bryan Singer (X-Men, Superman Returns) is planning and has the green light for a Battlestar Galactica reboot. It's already been rebooted you say? Well, I guess that never stops Hollywood. Word also has it that before Lord High Ronald D. Moore rebooted the original Galactica that Singer was going to do a direct sequel to the 1978 series (which is what I personally wanted back then and before and ever since). Additional candy here (and this is where the revenge comes in) is that Singer's reboot will ignore the Moore universe. Sweet!!! No there is no word other than Glen Larson is producing with Singer of where this screen version is headed. No guarantee that they will return to the original well. Which at this point Hollywood has basically fucked up so much shit that it's really hard to give a damn any more. Still these new fans who came skulking up in the middle of the night and stole my sand and toys from my sandbox are now getting a kick in their teeth just like they kicked my teeth. Tit for tat.

We made a trip to Rossford, checked out an Office Depot that was going out of business. Found Ginna a nice new steel case for her laptop.

Then we tried the Sonic's we saw on the trip to Arthur Treacher's. What an experience! Burgers to die for, nice fries...great service with genuine carhops! We have a drive-in once again!!!

Very nice Sunday. We played Warcraft, made a pair of Death Knights and that yen that Ginna has had for Arthur Treacher's Fish & Chips over came us as the rainy day was slowing don. Freemont, Ohio has opened a store and we had the 46 minute trip. Nice scenery as we drove, rain clouds coming and going. Small town atmosphere all around us.



Not the same as it was in the day way back when the classics sign was the herald.

Well, that momentous occasion has finally arrived hasn't it? One side of your ancestors would have said you have seen the passing of 252 moons. Think about it that way. It's like the opposite of checking your weight in British terms, which is stones and comes out to like 1 stone = 14 pounds. Such a long journey since the doctor and nurses lifted you from your Mom. That room, that place, the smell, the sounds...so distance and yet so close as if I could open a door and walk inside there again at your Mom's side. Calling my Mom about you. Telling your brother about you and the look on his face that he was a big brother. The gaming group being surprised. Your first summer at Oak Openings Park, then your first Christmas. Soon you would join in on Trick or Treat. Sad times when we could not afford a cake apiece for you and Scott, so we made you share. The good times and the bad times. The first time you were put in a safety swing set and the giggles you made. All the messes you made, all the head aches. You on a police motorcycle on Route 66. I washed you, cleaned you, clothed you, fed you, carried you in my arms and on my back. Walked beside you down so many paths and journeys. Your sudden rush attack on my legs when I came home from the gas store. Your home made cards on all occasions that you probably thought went unappreciated. I remember them, I was like too many people, too busy to pay you proper attention. Still, I remember them. I cherish them. Maybe I didn't say the things that were important to say at all the right times or often enough. You were there in my life as my child and to me, I guess that was good enough. Sometimes it seems to me that the important things are the simple things, like just having someone to walk through life with you and beside you. For all the good or bad, we have done that and we still take short walks from time to time. But sadly, that is what growing up is really about. You could have inherited a million dollars and it would be the same. Growing up means walking your own path and deciding who shares the paths with you. You are 21, now the big yahoo age. Legal limit and all that jazz. Somewhere in my mind, my heart and soul you turned 21 a while ago. So enjoy the new found borders of your American citizenship. My eyes can no longer be there to look ahead of the path you walk. My heart can be there, but rarely it seems my feet. Still I ask you, stop every once in a blue moon and remember the walks we shared.

Love,

Dad~