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Why the subtitle "Band-aids and Screwdrivers"

2009-02-27T18:16:00Z

Why did I choose the subtitle "Band-aids and Screwdrivers?" Geoff, our son-in-law, was helping Larry put away his tools after a hard day working on their 118-year old home, and he asked him what he wanted to keep. Larry looked around and said, “Leave just the band-aids and screwdrivers." Geoff announced, "There’s a great subtitle for Sue’s Life with Larry memoir. "

The band-aids have to do with Larry’s many wounds. His grandchildren affectionately call him, Grandpa Owie. Larry will often say, "I do have a name". Not only has he had a bicycle and motorcycle accident, but he has broken five ribs and punctured a lung while skiing. His body, like an old car engine, has gone through a complete overhaul. It includes hernia, nose, back, neck, shoulder,and knee installations. He occasionally sets off the metal detector at O'Hare. However, you wouldn’t know it from looking at him. He still rides in the Hilly Hundred Bicycle Ride in Indiana, tears down a black diamond hill in Montana,and instructs at the Wilmot Ski School in Wisconsin.

The screw-driver reference has to do with his occupations as a builder/contractor and high-school Industrial Art’s teacher. His current passion is to use his talents to serve the needy in organizations like Habitat for Humanity, Bright Hope, Love Thy Neighbor, and Faith in Action.

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Be sure to read the last Feb. entry.

Life with Larry: iPOD

2009-02-16T02:41:00Z

(Larry is my husband of 40 years. This is one of many episodes.)

Picture this, unshaved Larry dressed in his usual ragged attire of holey blue jeans and multi-stained flannel shirt. He is feverishly pulling weeds in our front yard flower garden while tunes float from his iPod and his cell phone is securely fastened to his belt for instant retrieval. Less than a year ago, Larry would not be caught dead with either one of these devices. He mocked the cellular world by taking a dead phone and banging it on the table shouting “Can you hear me? Can you hear me now?” But Larry wanted to buy a travel trailer for our many trips to see two of our grown children in Montana, and I would not approve of the purchase unless I got my main desire—a cell phone. The devices are now precious commodities to him. I was given the golden cell phone rule, “Thou shalt not talk on the cell phone while driving.” If I committed such a crime, my punishment would be confinement to the backyard shed for a week with nothing more than bread and water for sustenance.

How life has changed over the year! Now that I am also retired from teaching, I have more time to clean the house and to do the wash properly. Did I say properly? Honestly, I checked his pockets, but missed his precious iPod in his back pocket. To my dismay, it was doing a backstroke on the bottom of the washing machine. It has been secretly drying out in the kitchen drawer for a week now. Do I tell him or continue to lead him to believe the iPod is missing in the cluttered menagerie of the house? I called Best Buy and Circuit City for life support and advice on how to renew sanitized iPod’s. Their bleak statement was to run while the running was good, or I might be confined to the attic with no food at all.

I reminded myself that it was just a gift from our precious daughter Julie and her husband Geoff so they didn’t have to listen to Enya, Elvis and Hank Williams while he remodeled their 118-year old home in the city. They only downloaded 750 songs for him.

Have I heard somewhere that being retired is like returning to those carefree days of yesteryear? What carefree days? Who has them with the economy on the brink of disaster, and bread at $4.00 a loaf? Now that’s a thought; I might not get bread while serving time in the shed. To the astonishment of us all, the iPod did dry out and works today.

Welcome

2009-02-14T20:38:47Z

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