Post 100

Thank you, thank you, every one. Well, I hit 100 posted blogs with this post, maybe when I hit 1000 I'll make another notice like this.

As you can see, the last post was written when I did not have internet, so it contains no links and was posted today (I had the Wikipedia pages cached... yes I am that big of a nerd). And it was written unfairly and in a huff, I had a great time this weekend and chose to focus on the negative for that post. Kind of a therapeutic release of frustration through writing. But I really did have a good time, power outage, snow, company, wine and all.

Well, it seems to still be that time of year. I got word today that my grandfather may be on his death bed. Despite having the circulatory system of a 40 year old, my 86 year old grandfather was diagnosed with leukemia and has been on chemo for the past four months. Everything was going great (if you know anything about chemo, then it was going well by those standards, as if you know the effects of chemo on the body you may question how such a thing could go great) until yesterday when something changed. Recently he has been slightly more sick than normal, and yesterday found that he could not get out of bed. This coupled with his recent development of slurred speech and several other tell-tale signs would suggest that he has had a stroke. He does seem to be recovering, but being old, possibly sick, on chemo and having maybe just had a stroke greatly hurts his chances. But he is still eating, is still cognizant and does still talk. My grandfather is a good man, he went through WWII and has never spoken of it. There he was on a "clean up crew" (yes it is in quotes, think about it) for the army as he had an extremely high IQ. He spent much of his life afterward working in the pentagon and loved it. He used to always grab us grand kids and tickle us and state that he thought he heard our fan belt slipping and that we should go into the auto shop and have it repaired. That was his joke, if anything was ever wrong, he would ask how the fan belt was doing and recommend we have it checked. Ha, he is also as bald as a cue ball and always blamed this on the helmets the army gave him (although the rest of his unit never lost their hair). By the age of 25 he had lost all of his hair, which is coincidentally where I get my folliclely challenged head from. I know that many who read this may not consider themselves believers in any religion, but if you are or are not, please pray for him and my family.

Thanks guys, happy 100.