Time flies when you're having fun....and even when you're not.  

I'm doing physical therapy for my lower back issues.  Not much they can do when stenosis, arthritis, degenerative discs are present, but we will give it the old college try.

The first day was all about stretches, exercises to do at home.  That wasn't getting it, so on the second appointment, with a real "hot spot" on my left lower back, I just asked him if he would press on that spot.  I could feel it was swollen and inflammed.

Man--he got right on it.  Deep tissue massage, using his elbow!  It hurt like heck and I kept forgetting to breathe through the pain.  I got up the next morning and could feel the swollen part was "down" and the deep pain was gone.

So...that's how the last two sessions have gone.  I get on the recumbent bike and pedal for 400 steps--the amount of steps it would take me to get up to the corner, a few stretches, then I show him where the pain is and he gets right on it.

I think PT might help--temporarily anyway.
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Now for some gossip--I try so hard not to gossip, but sometimes it's just too good to not pass on--at least to my blog buddies anyway.

Dar---you remember Dar right?  Hadn't come to visit in weeks, came over and told me that while she was doing her Dad's bedding, she decided to turn the mattress top to bottom and under the mattress--just like a 16 year old boy, her Dad had hidden pornographic magazines!  Her Dad is 96 years old.

She left them there.

"Did you look at them?" I asked.

"Noooooooo!" she answered.

Then she went on with her dusting and for the heck of it, while she was dusting his TV remote, she turned it on.  Up came the last  channel he had watched.  People having sex.

"That's what you get for that expensive 500 channel cable package you have," I laughed.  "Maybe you need to set up some parental controls."
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That evening, Dar and her Dad walked in.

"Can we stay here for awhile?"

"Sure.  What's going on?"

"I have a gas leak.  I've called the gas company and they are on their way.  It was making Daddy and I sick and we both have headaches."

20 minutes later the gas company shows up--wouldn't want to hurry.  It's only a gas leak, which could go off and blow up every trailer on that line!

She went out to talk to them, her Dad stayed in with me.  Knowing his predilection for porn, I felt a little creepy.  He just sat and petted Maggie the cat.
YIKES!  Maybe he has a cat fetish?

Dar was back in about 20 minutes.  Not a gas leak.  The underground sewer line is plugged and it decided to pick her house to back-up.

Come to find out, the "cap" that connects house to sewer line had popped off some how, so for the last couple of weeks, every time they flushed, or any water going down the drain has drained out UNDER HER HOUSE--onto the cement slab below and out onto her lawn!
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Men dressed in Hazmat suits came out to inspect.
Other men came out to flush out the under ground sewer lines.
We don't have city water or sewer.  Our "drains" go into lines underground which eventually drain out into a retention pond that is pumped out and carried away in tanker trucks every month.

Thankfully the park is liable for any expense to get this mess cleaned up.

One of the park maintenance guys stopped by yesterday, just to see if everything was working.  He asked her to turn on the water faucets and see if it drained away correctly.

It did not!

So, men came in with hoses, attached to powerful jet-like water and put them down the little sewer pipes that are in the lawns between each house.  In the line between her house and the one to the east of her, they found two large cloth rags.  They have spoken to the people who live in that house, but we have no report if they have been fined or just reprimanded.

Still--she had raw sewage on the cement slab under her house and her lawn.  The park maintenance guys are going to have to clean that up and then spread lime under her house and on the lawn to kill any bad buggies.

Can you imagine what viruses and diseases could result from this mess?  It's like we are living in a 3rd world country.

This park is very nice.  Only manufactured coded homes are in here--no old style mobile homes.  Everything is maintained well, with lovely gardens and the like.

But--who knows what old gas lines, water and sewer lines lie just below the surface.
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Hey--I'm working on an interesting genealogy and I'd better get back to it.

Life is good--at least on the surface.  LOL