My heart is breaking

Kip has been sick off and on for a few weeks.

He hasn't been able to kick this as well as usual.

He is having exploratory surgery on his kidneys October 20th.

They told him there isn't much more they can do for him.

I drank myself into oblivion last night when I found this out. So, I have spent today being hungover and sad.

Then my realist called. "Lisa, his wife is gone. His family doesn't visit all that often, when they do they drive him crazy. He spends his time reading books. The highlight of his day is seeing people at the bar. He doesn't have much. It may just be his time." I was angry when he said this. Then I thought about what he was saying. I'm being selfish.

So, pray for my Kip. I have to work the night of his surgery at the bar. It'll be busy. It'll be 20 sets of eyes looking at me and not saying much.

I told one of his best friends, when we find out his prognosis, we're going to have a party. Just like we did for Miss Annette.

If he isn't here in January for our birthdays, I will have to leave the country.

I think I'll write him a letter and tell him how much I love him.

Sicker thank Kip

We were discussing the Chief retiring the other night.

One of the TBPD was in the bar talking to Kip (this is a very normal occurrence, to the point I'd rather have them in there than not now).

Kip was saying how since retiring that the Chief's health had gotten much better. He said "He is in worse health than I am!" I said "Mr. Stint, say it ain't so!" I thought the cop was going to die laughing. Kip then began listing Chief's health issues. I said "But you have all those stints" He said "But he has a pacemaker. I don't have a pacemaker!"

Oh how I love living around old people.

Mr. Stint

Kip had a minor surgery yesterday. Before he went in he said it would be "Weeks before I can drink again." When I spoke to him last night, he was at home doing fine and told me "I'll see you at the bar in a couple of days." :) Funny how pain meds change your mind.

Get well soon Kipper!

Tonight we were discussing clubbing seals...

Yes...

Kip was telling me how when he lived in Alaska from 1956-1958 that the seals would ruin the salmon runs. They would eat whichever end of the fish was sticking out of the net. So, they would shoot at them and club them *YIKES!*


Tonight, he also said "Lisa, that guy who bought you a beer, you know he is a millionaire right?" I said "Been there, tried that, it didn't really work well. Kip, I'm holding out for you." "There is a line, but I'm available next Tuesday."

PJs & PJ for our birthdays...

This is me and Kipper. On his 73rd birthday. Note that he is not wearing PJs. It's fine. I love him anyway. I'm wearing a black nightgown. You can't see the classy wool socks. It was COLD that night.

We all had a great time, drank more than we should have, but it turned out well.