update

my life has turned in to a blur of dr. appts. and medical tests. seems when you reach "a certain age" you need to have all sorts of extra tests done before surgery.

sigh.

my manager has been an angel about the whole thing.

i am very much looking forward to getting this surgery done and getting on the road to recovery. i figure the first 2 weeks will be the worse and then it will be slow progress from there. my surgery is scheduled in 9 days. the countdown begins.

i need to get something decent to wear in the hospital. that drives w crazy. he says "don't they give you something to wear while you're in there? why would you need to buy something to wear." heh, men.

so other than that our work with the homeless continues. w has been going with me each week, as well as my daughter and her husband. we've been taking our wahl clippers (w bought an extra set also) to provide haircuts to those that want them.

as i finished my first "buzz" cut, the next guy in line announces that he's a barber. he was a prison barber for 7 years. "you don't mess anyone's hair up in prision." that was recommendation enough for me and after he had his buzz, we turned the clippers over to him. he has given about 2 dozen haircuts since. God bless him. proof again that those with the least, are capable of sharing the most.

we continue to need clothing. i'm working on trying to get people to clean out their closets and bring the items to me. around every corner is yet another need.

one starfish at a time.