Trooper York: Everything went great!

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Everything went great!

It all went fine. I have to stay one more night so I can't post the whole story. This is from a phone. Details to follow.MN

48 comments:

The Dude said...: Good news indeed. Thanks for letting us know.

Now get some rest!; December 10, 2013 at 9:23 PM
windbag said...: Excellent.; December 10, 2013 at 9:24 PM
Methadras said...: nice.; December 10, 2013 at 9:32 PM
Palladian said...: Great news!; December 10, 2013 at 9:50 PM
MamaM said...: Hooray! That is good to hear!; December 10, 2013 at 10:04 PM
Chip S. said...: Does this mean pizza's back on the menu?; December 10, 2013 at 10:04 PM
Michael Haz said...: Wonderful news!; December 10, 2013 at 10:06 PM
MamaM said...: Does this mean pizza's back on the menu?

Or that he'll soon gather enough returning strength to wield his Christmas taser cane with stunning alacricity?; December 10, 2013 at 10:14 PM
Cody Jarrett said...: cool.; December 10, 2013 at 10:14 PM
blake said...: booyah!; December 10, 2013 at 10:31 PM
rcocean said...: Great! Glad to hear it. Wow, that was fast. Look forward to the details.

And I just polished off a Pizza - in your honor.; December 10, 2013 at 11:20 PM
TTBurnett said...: So, is it Trooper "Corleone" York?; December 10, 2013 at 11:44 PM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...: Great news. Asked for a favor that you be okay.; December 11, 2013 at 12:43 AM
MamaM said...: Were you bartering Evi, or looking for a sign?

Either way, the news of everything going great was a joy to find, with an outcome of life as good and one of fine being even better yet.

According to a seasonal story, someone in the barn listens to cows: The cattle are lowing, the Baby awakes; December 11, 2013 at 1:24 AM
KCFleming said...: Now that Troop's got rhythm, he needs to get music, daisies in green pastures, starlight, and sweet dreams.

Who could ask for anything more?; December 11, 2013 at 9:14 AM
Darcy said...: Yay! I checked before I went to bed last night at the very embarrassing (but consistent) time of 8:30 p.m. Was worried.

Glad all went well.; December 11, 2013 at 9:35 AM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...: Watch some Bowery Boys... Get well and get home.; December 11, 2013 at 11:14 AM
ricpic said...: So is the ticker beating within the normal range now?; December 11, 2013 at 12:15 PM
windbag said...: The cattle are lowing...

I always thought that meant that the cows signaled for the angel of the Lord to appear, because it says that the shepherds were watching their flocks by night, when Lo, the angel of the Lord, appeared. I just assumed they were on a first name basis with him.; December 11, 2013 at 1:00 PM
windbag said...: This season is full of good news, eh?; December 11, 2013 at 1:00 PM
Evi L. Bloggerlady said...: Mama M, hey we gave up the manger for the baby!; December 11, 2013 at 1:11 PM
MamaM said...: It's all about heart, Evi!

And Windbag, if that take has been around for a while, I never heard about it and I'm all about a fresh look! And if it's something you hatched up just for the occasion, well, I missed identifying your special parts a few threads back, and lo, and here it shows up in full glory, making me laugh!; December 11, 2013 at 3:56 PM
The Dude said...: I read RAA's comment on the pun thread and all of a sudden I have a hankerin' for some Hires with a scoop of ice cream in it.

And I am lactose intolerant!; December 11, 2013 at 4:39 PM
MamaM said...: I read RAA's comment on the pun thread...

'Tho it wasn't quite enough to make me squeal, "Rooofie", it too made me laugh.

7-up floats were a holiday treat in my early years, made festive with a squeeze of green food coloring.; December 11, 2013 at 5:25 PM
Lem the artificially intelligent said...: Good news.; December 11, 2013 at 7:11 PM
MamaM said...: Good News! Delivered with a fine windup starting at 1:18 all the way to a hot damn ending!; December 11, 2013 at 11:16 PM
MamaM said...: If this place was only about and dependant on Trooper York, I'd understand and accept gaps and silences. To my awareness, it's a spot where 20-30 people converge on a daily basis (sometimes repeatedly), looking for something to read, laugh at and/or wonder about, in addition to finding a place to insert their own wit, story, angst or insight.

Maybe waiting in silence for Trooper York to rise up from his bed, move aside the curtain and step out in health without missing a beat to the rhythm of his own implanted drummer is the respectful thing to do. If so, I can wait. There's no rush or pressing need. In the meantime, I'm wondering if there are other tidbits that can be brought to the table as he recovers and offered to visiting birds looking for seed; as that too would seem respectful, perhaps even honoring.

All that to say, I miss the big guy and hope he's recovering in hope with increasing strength.; December 12, 2013 at 5:17 PM
Michael Haz said...: Mama - He's been over at Lam's mixing it up a bit. He sound's like his same old self.

So any hope for a change is dashed.; December 12, 2013 at 5:41 PM
MamaM said...: So any hope for a change is dashed.

While that moves to the outer fringes of good news, I'll consider it so! Thanks for the sighting, I haven't read Lem's yet today.; December 12, 2013 at 5:46 PM
The Dude said...: The big goober wrote this over at Lem's place:

Trooper York said...

I agree with this most welcome change.

They should add one additional rule and have the catcher wear a dress.

December 12, 2013 at 2:29 PM

I think he only has strength enough to write about baseball.

And Lord knows I have been chastised into silence WRT Troop's condition. He can peep up when he feels like peeping.

In other news I have been pruning the overgrown shrubbery around the place here - today, two tiny mulberry trees kicked my @$$ - I cut them off at ground level with a hand saw. Old school, baby, old school. Now I need a nap.

A forsythia has been blooming and I want it gone - but it is the most convoluted shrub I have ever tried to remove. It might make more sense to tie a chain around the base, dig around the roots and drag it out with my pickup. Meh - I never liked those bushes and now that I have been whipped in the eye with a stray branch I like them even less.

There is a flowering cherry tree that the neighbor lady wants me to take down, at least that one is something I can apply a chainsaw to.

Which reminds me of a preacher back when I was a kid. He was always talking about baptizing. Every sermon ended up back on the subject of baptizing.

So, after months of this we suggested that he speak about Matthew 3:7 -10.

"And now also the axe is laid unto the root of the trees..."

He then asked, rhetorically, why would we lay the axe to the root of the tree? To cut it down so we could use the log to dam up the stream to make a pool WHICH WE COULD THEN USE TO DO SOME BAPTIZIN'!

I'm tellin' you, that man could shuck the corn clean down to the cob.; December 12, 2013 at 5:48 PM
Cody Jarrett said...: Chastised, Sixty?

Who did that?

I remember gently mocking you a little...

Besides, you don't really seem like the guy to give a shit about a little chastation.

I'd comment a little but I've been a little busy on a project that's taken a lot of the humor out me. Plus I've just been generally bitchy lately. I hate this time of year.

I'd almost start posting at Limp Lem's Litter Box just to see who I could provoke--but that hardly seems like a profitable use of my time and ability. Plus it harshes whatever zen I might have left.; December 12, 2013 at 6:04 PM
The Dude said...: Rest easy, my brother, I get the seasonal angst thing. I deal with it by hunting down and sawing up trees - oh yeah, the endorphins produced by hard physical labor tend to make me a relaxed ol' boy.

I'll put up some Christmas lights in a couple of weeks, that's always a nice thing, but since I have no one to shop for, there really isn't any pressure associated with the cargo cult aspect of the holiday.

That's actually kind of nice. Okay, I am just bragging now.; December 12, 2013 at 6:11 PM
Cody Jarrett said...: Yeah. Not having to shop for anyone is a fairly liberating experience.

I mean--there's my mother still, but she's actually really good about not caring about holidays and being quite content with the shit I do the rest of the year. Like a couple of weeks ago, I surprised her with a new 30 something inch HDTV to replace her old analog 27". At the same time I had the guy show up and install a new HD dish. She's tooling along happy as a clam watching the NHL in Hi Def.

On a related topic, I notice that the sissy bitch formerly known as Vanilla Ice(pick) is posting up a storm at The Litterbox. Guess that's a total forfeit to me.

Yay.; December 12, 2013 at 6:17 PM
Cody Jarrett said...: It's about ten degrees here.

I had to put on gloves to do chores tonight.

The rest of me got a little chilly, but my hands were nice and warm.

But seriously--it never fails to make me wonder how it is that I can be perfectly comfortable in ten-twenty degree weather in a sweatshirt while my hands are freezing into solid blocks of ice. It's like they're not attached to the rest of me or something.; December 12, 2013 at 6:21 PM
Cody Jarrett said...: apparently there's something out now called 4K which is like HD on steroids (according to my friend who's into this stuff)?

What's 4K?; December 12, 2013 at 6:23 PM
The Dude said...: 4K resolution is a generic term for display devices or content having horizontal resolution on the order of 4,000 pixels.

Good luck finding 4K content.; December 12, 2013 at 6:37 PM
blake said...: Also: Good luck on SEEING it.

Even 1080 quality isn't necessarily going to jump out at you.; December 12, 2013 at 6:51 PM
Cody Jarrett said...: Blake, you're right about that.; December 12, 2013 at 6:59 PM
Cody Jarrett said...: His cable installer told him there'd be content in a year. So he's got a chubby now.; December 12, 2013 at 7:01 PM
MamaM said...: Ah, SixtyG, that was a story full of zeal, right down to the Baptist root. Our storage barn is surrounded by forsythia bushes and they are a bugger to clean up and remove. I am forever pruning them into something that is nowhere close to submission. We had a difficult time digging out some of the runners last year. Even if you pull the bush out with a chain, there'll probably be a cheerful shoot showing up next spring.

The best I can do these days is send my 92 year old mom little balls of light, nothing like a 30 inch high def TV, but something that says I care without stepping into the morass; an art calendar, a puzzle she can put in the game room and an amaryllis bulb make up my usual offerings, unintentionally serving as symbols of the passing time, deep mystery and unsolved pieces that remain as part of our relationship. Last year, word of mouth had it that the bulb she'd received from me didn't bloom, so this year I ordered up this beauty which comes with the promise of 2-3 stems and 4-6 flowers per stem. Oh Ho, No blooms! You don't say? Well then, let's see how this works! Even though this won't be enough, doing so makes me happy and feels like abundance in the midst of adversity and that's the best I can do. Back when we were delivering newspapers house to house, our younger son received a $50 Christmas tip from one older gentlemen who lived in an ordinary and unassuming looking house, someone he'd barely had contact with, other than a paper on the porch each day. The splendor of such unexpected generosity amazed him back then and that form of giving for service providers and people who've touched my life in ordinary ways has been the direction I've turned in recent years, away from the extended family entanglements and expectations that once made up the season. It's put some quiet fun back into the season.; December 12, 2013 at 7:58 PM
Trooper York said...: Sorry I was too tired to poop so I only sent out a few comments.

I will do better.; December 12, 2013 at 8:08 PM
ricpic said...: Forsythias are the worst. I inherited eight in a row leading up to the back entrance of my house. Constant struggle to keep them trimmed. This went on for years. Finally cut them down, in stages, and my ninety year old neighbor told me I'd never be done with them unless I dosed them with poison. I'm having a memory block, can't remember the name of the poison, but two direct dosings, right into the stalks, finally did it. Victory!; December 12, 2013 at 8:20 PM
ricpic said...: Hey Troop, I'm too lazy to look up all your posts in order to find out the result. Anyway, only one thing counts. Is the ticker ticking normal after the ablation, whatever that is?; December 12, 2013 at 8:25 PM
The Dude said...: Was it Roundup, by any chance, ricpic? I hadn't thought of that. I use that stuff along my fences to minimize the shagginess around the edges of the property. I don't mind the weeds growing, but the son of the neighbor works hard keeping her place tidy so I try to keep up.

Nice looking flower, MamaM - I hope it is appreciated.; December 12, 2013 at 8:38 PM
ricpic said...: Eight more days to the pit of the year, doodah doodah,
Eight more days to the pit of the year, then we's climbin' back.
Hang in gals 'n guys, hang in guys 'n gals,
Eight more days of dark descent, then we's climbin' back.

Which is probably the origin of Christmas. Not to put a damper on the religion thing but the ancients must have noticed that the daylight was just a tiny tad longer around five or six days after the solstice. Which called, if anything did, for a celebration.; December 12, 2013 at 8:43 PM
ricpic said...: Roundup! Bingo!; December 12, 2013 at 8:44 PM
Cody Jarrett said...: You can buy some nasty glyphosate in 2-3 gallon jugs from Tractor Supply. It's the active ingredient.

There are a couple of other generic brands of it too. Some are higher dosed than others.; December 12, 2013 at 9:40 PM
MamaM said...: Nice looking flower... I hope it is appreciated.

If a flower manages to emerge and be thought lovely, something else will be amiss. It's a moving target.

I'm counting down the doodah days. Eight is doodahdoable.; December 13, 2013 at 12:30 AM

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