What in the World is a Neti-Pot?

Greetings friends and neighbors everywhere. It's another Friday, which means that I'm home enjoying the first day of another three-day weekend. Nothing too, too exciting to talk about today, but I have a few things to bring you up-do-date on.

First of all, I'm still sick! It's now been three weeks and I still have whatever it is I have - sinus infection, bad cold, strep throat, swine flu? I don't know exactly what I have, but I wish it would go away. I called my doctor this morning and he phoned me in another antibiotic. Apparently the last one didn't work. This one is pink, the other one was white. Let's hope pink is the answer. Over the last few weeks I have amassed quite a collection of medications, both prescription and n[Photo]on-prescription. My favorite thing by far has been the Neti-Pot - the "Nasal Saline Wash System with Gravity Method, providing Natural Relief from Allergies & Sinus Symptoms."


What it actually is is a small plastic tea-pot looking thing that you use to pour a saline solution into your nose. You put the spout of the tea-pot into one nostril, lean forward, and pour in the solution, which runs through your sinuses and come out the other nostril. It sound pretty gross, but it's really not all that bad, and it works (to some extend). I'm considering grinding up one of my antibiotic pills, mixing it into the "99% pure, preservative-free sodium chloride and sodium bicarbonate solution" and then pouring this concoction into my nose. Isn't sodium chloride itself a preservative? Hmmm . . . Well, maybe I'll give things one more day.

Take a look at this picture below that was taken behind our office building at work. I knew there were alligators in the area, but nothing like this! It looks like the most dangerous thing about working in a nuclear plant isn't the radiation after all. And I thought that the "Gator Crossing" sign next to the sidewalk was a joke.

Tonight Vicki and I and nine of our guests will be attending the annual Second Mile Mission Center dinner and auction. This is Second Mile's biggest fund raiser, and they're expecting a crowd of 400. It will be nice to hang out with my old peeps from Second Mile. I kind of miss going down there on Thursdays.

Dead Trees & Baseball Games

Go Astros!

Yesterday was a sad day at our house, more specifically in our back yard. The giant elm tree that formerly resided there has now left the building. All that remains of the once mighty 80 foot tall tree is an inglorious stump. Stump is such an ugly word - don't you think - but a stump is all we have to remember our friend, who has now gone to the big mulch factory in the sky. For those of you who hadn't heard the news, our elm tree never came back from its winter vacation. When the leaves fell off last October we had no way of knowing that they wouldn't be coming back.

Yesterday morning at around 9:00 the crew from the Lanza Tree Service showed up. After a brief introduction to the tree they got right to work taking it down. I must admit to just a little trepidation at the thought of turning over the safety of not just my house but also our next door neighbor's house to four young guys who spoke about ten words of English between them. It was a little reassuring that an English-speaking Mr. Lanza himself showed up to kick things off, but he was gone by the time the real chain-sawing excitement got underway. As a gesture of my complete confidence in them, I placed a lawn chair in the center of the back yard and sat in it all day - the perfect spot from which to watch their every move. My positioning didn't seem to bother them much. I, on the other hand, did have a few moments of mild panic during the morning and afternoon. There's just something slightly discomforting about a guy with a chain saw at the top of a huge tree that sits seven feet from your back porch yelling down to his associates in a language you don't understand just before he starts sawing and having the entire group break into laughter. However, in spite of their laughter, the boys from Lanza did a great job, and their efforts kept me interested and entertaining for most of the nine hours I spent watching them.

For the naturalists among you, the highlight of the day came when a large raccoon decided to make a break for it as the chain saw approached his lair. As you will divine from one of the pictures below, a good portion of the tree was actually hollow, providing a nice residence for Mr. Raccoon. He scurried from the hollow in the tree, raced to the ground, and then sprinted along the fence line, circumventing the entire back yard before climbing up the fence and leaping into the neighborhood beyond. I have thought since what it would have been like had someone been walking down the the sidewalk at the precise instant the large raccoon vaulted over the fence into his unsuspecting path. A 9-1-1 call would probably have been in order.

Below I have included some pictures of the tree dismantling, starting from its full altitude at the beginning and ending with its attainment of stump status. Even the stump will disappear when the crew comes back on Tuesday with the stump grinder. Good-bye Mr. Elm. We'll miss the relief your shade provided to our summer electric bills.

Here's what the tree looked like before the cutting started.

A friend to raccoons, squirrels, ducks and all shade-loving people.

Here's what it looked like just before the raccoon decided to evacuate.

This is considered a condominium for a raccoon.

Attainment of "Stump Status"

After surviving the drama of Mr. Elm's demise, we decided that an outing to watch the Astros would put us all in a better frame of mind. "All" in this case included not just Vicki and I, but also Kayla, who was in town for a job interview. From the sound of things the interview went well, but I'll let her talk about the details, which I anticipate will show up in her blog at some point in the not too distant future. Going to the game made me feel that the world had again assumed its correct positioning in the universe, because I had gotten the tickets free from a vendor at work. As I'm fairly certain most of you will recall from one of my blogs last summer, after a streak of almost 30 years, we actually bought tickets to a game while I was unemployed. It was painful, and I vowed never to do it again. Anyway, the Astros beat the Pirates 4-3 in a game that lasted only two hours and four minutes. There were fireworks after the game, and a good time was had by all. The only downside to the evening was that we didn't get one of the commemorative Astros 45-year fleece blankets that were given away to the first 10,000 fans. We'll get there earlier for the 50-year blankets.

My Blog is on Life Support

It's happening. My blog is dying. It's fallen and it can't get up. Like a delicate flower that withers if it's not tended to every day, a blog will do the same if it's not posted to on a regular basis. Today's post is a desperate effort on my part to sustain what little life remains in the waning existence of It's All Good in the Freede Hood.

First, let me give you a personal update on myself. Those of you who know me know that I don't get sick very often. However, when I do get sick I try to make it count. On Monday of this week I was driving home from work when I noticed that my right eye was watering. I attributed this to the astronomical pollen count, and figured that although I am not typically affected by seasonal allergies maybe when the pollen count reaches nine million it will make even my eyes water. On my drive into work on Tuesday morning, both eyes were watering. Before the end of the day on Tuesday my wet eyes had been joined by a headache and sore throat. By Thursday night I was as sick as I can ever remember being. On Friday morning I took the almost unprecedented step (for me) of actually going to the doctor. After looking at my throat, holding his stethoscope to my back and making me cough and then looking in my ears, Dr. Ford announced that because of the recent Health Care Reform legislation I would have to be euthanized. Although I believed him, it turns out that he was only kidding around. Once the chuckling ended he told me that I had pink-eye in both eyes, a sinus infection, and a possible case of strep throat. Other than that I was apparently the picture of health. He wrote me four prescriptions and wished me well. So, since yesterday morning I have been putting eye drops in my germ-infested eyes, spraying some type of steroid spray up my nose, and taking two other pills. I think I'm starting to feel better.

I got some quotes on removing the very large dead tree in out back yard. They ranged from $1,300 up to $2,400. I think I'll probably take the one for $1,600 for the guy who was recommended by my neighbor as "good, cheap and insured." I'll need to check to verify his insurance first to make sure that if the tree falls on my neighbor's house that I don't have to build him a new one.

This past weekend we went on our annual Easter Weekend camping trip at Pedernales State Park. We were joined, as is our custom, by the Curry and Goforth families, who have accompanied us on this trip for that last ten years or so. The weather was great, there was plenty of water in the river, and a great time was had by all. Check Kayla and Lance's Blog if you want to see pictures of the event. When we started doing this there were 14 of us - 6 parents and 8 kids. Over the years we have picked up five daughter/sons-in-law and three more kids, so our group has expanded to 22. We're up to four campsites.

Work is going well. I really like the peeps in my group. This past week was my first meeting with our CEO and it went well. The guy I replaced (he retired) left at the end of last week, so this was my first week of really being in charge. I think I'm discovering that my boss is a tad bit needy. I'm thrilled that she seems to have a great deal of confidence in me and my opinions, but not as thrilled that she seems to call or email me whenever a thought pops into her mind. I'm sure I'll get used to her style.

Yesterday I finished up on our federal income tax return for 2009. I'm happy to report that we only owe an additional $494 to the U.S. government this year. Yippee!