Well, the "Independent Examiner" the state had me see wrote something in his report (which concluded that I was permanently disabled and nothing more could be done) that any further efforts would only be "palliative." Somehow I missed that the first tiem through the paperwork a couple of months ago, probably because I was so upset by his assertion that there was likely a substantial history of previous injury to my ankle/foot and I had not provided any proof that this was not
As I sit, going over drafts of research proposal introduction chapters, I am pondering my next guitar build.
Here is a reminder of the mandolin from two years ago:
Then the bass refinish, rebuild, and new neck build from last Summer:
I am thinking of
Ahhh, Fathers Day.
Heard from all the kids except one so far and he tends to call late. Scored some good loot also!
Survived sister-in-law and her husband visiting for a few hours (they are OK) but barely as they brought along angry grandpa. 92 years old or something like that. Retired big mucky muck in the Marines. Thinks everything these days is awful. He did like the meal.
Made tri tip with Snider's seasoning and roast Larrys with my
Iron Man CDA is tomorrow AM. The area is swarming with humans.
I think I shall celebrate by going to the movies.
Trying to see the new Terminator movie this evening. Maybe dinner at Outback beforehand.
Beef. Real food.
Left home at 8 AM, returned at 10:33 PM today.
Ever go help one of your kids and her family load up to move by going to their house to watch the kids while the paid loaders and the couple get things loaded? Ever told to expect it to take about 2 hours. Ever had it take over 12 hours? No place to sit, hot house, bad ankle screaming at me the whole time.