Crepitus

 So I have crepitus in my cervical spine -- literally, I am a creaking old man. When I turn my head from side to side, you can hear a crackling sound. When Wifey gets close enough, she can actually hear it, too, as we experimented while having old person marital relations on the sofa the other day.

Those include her adjusting her back heating pad while using the massage gun on her hip, and me then taking the massage gun and zapping my neck. She looked at me, sighed, and said "We're quite a pair." 

But the good news is I got my reports, and nothing scary is growing in my head. Yay. And the cervical study is essentially the same as it was 1.5 years ago. As Captain Doctor Radiologist Kenny said -- "no changes" is the best we agers can hope for -- kind of like a tie.

So I can dial down my alarmism. Wifey saw HER arthritis doc yesterday -- he has a whole smorgasbord for her in store: epidural pain blocks, new meds, new PT. For me -- I'll just live with what Nature gave me -- truly it's tolerable -- maybe have my trainer Jonathan just give me more high back strengthening stuff. Ah, aging...

Meanwhile, Barry, Donna, Eric, Dana, and Wifey and I had a great Zoom last night -- alcohol fueled belly laughs -- well --for the fellas, at least. We shared tales of people we've known for decades but there were still tales to reveal -- it was exquisite. Then D1 called -- in SF visiting friends - and we caught up with her and her trip and shared tales of the grandkids. Little Man got a perfect Math test score, but a "Fix It Ticket" that he is TOO bubbly --- he has to wait his turn before he blurts out answers -- all of which he knows. Beat me with a stick! I saw that coming with him awhile ago. Barry made great sport of this -- since nutty D1 had him see a speech pathologist at 2 for not talking so much. "Maybe you can sue the speech pathologist for too aggressive treatment."

I had my first fire pit the other night, and we have slept AC free all week. Ahhhhh...I love this time of year. 

I'm heading to the final Canes home game later -- tailgate situation seems kind of dull today -- the opponent is NC State -- probably just a few subs and a few shots of Ketel Oranj -- the beverage I converted Scott to when he was here, and now I feel compelled to photo drinking it and sent it to him -- though he's at a friends' wedding in the DR this weekend with his bride.

Speaking of firepite -- last night I went out to clean out the ashes, and the entire metal pan fell apart from 2 years of rust. What???!!! Wifey had insisted I have a nicer one -- and the pan falls apart? I went to my favorite store, Walmart.com, and ordered a replacement pan -- hopefully here by the next 50 something night.

Other than that, Norman, Barry, and I have been enjoying our Bible Study, as I tell people to watch their reactions. It's really Jewish Learning Institute, and Rabbi Moshe, Yossi's son, is on fire as a professor. Last week we explored the difference between purpose and meaning, and forever Junior High humor level Barry, Norman, and myself immediately thought of Navan Johnson, Steve Martin's character in "The Jerk," who found HIS special purpose, which was his tallywacker. 

Turns out, the Torah has other ideas...

So I thank the Big Man for this glorious day, and all the wonder it shall bring. I plan to enjoy it -- creaky neck and all...