Friday, May 11, 2018

Adventure 452: The Story of George, 48

May 11, 2018
Real time finds George in good health and in good spirits. He's much more content now that we're not browbeating him about his pills, and he was a perfect seven for seven last week. I guess he showed us that he didn't "need that kind of help". This is all good in this world of unintended consequences. We took him to the doctor for his post emergency check up. I know his last ambulance ride was a while ago, but the medical system works on its own time line. George passed his check up with flying colors. His blood sugars are under control, his urine culture is normal, and he's complaining less about his hip joint. He's feeling good. We hope things stay this way.

As for us, we spent a couple of days up at Priest Lake working to build a path for the trailers to enter the property on a circular path, which means no backing up. That's a nice feature. We also hunted for morels, but it was just a bit too soon for them to pop their noses out of the ground. We found just five. We plan to go up next Monday. This time, besides hunting for mushrooms, we'll work on rebuilding the classic two seated chair. It's a venerable piece that has suffered the ravages of time (Haven't we all?). I plan to rebuild it out of redwood with the help of my buddy, Dave Ulmen (I love watching him work!) Other than that, things are going well. We're keeping our fingers crossed that George continues a good run so we can make our way to Little Eden in mid June. 
 We cut two small trees to make room for the circular driveway.
 Life is good at the lake, even if we didn't find that many morels.
 Timber!
Thirty-two wheel barrows full of rocks, sand, and dirt (The white patch in the rear) helped even out the pathway of the circular driveway.
 We also put a second coat of stain on the newly replaced rail.

 Kaz, the physician's assistant, checking George's blood pressure.
Dr. Mueller, checking George's hip. George said he didn't realize that his hip was connected to everything down his leg. He must not have sung the hip bone, thigh bone song as a child.

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