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George,
My 93 year old mom just had a TAVR. Like an old car, parts start to wear out. Just a simple catheter procedure to replace the aortic valve. She was up and walking 4 hours after they were done. They also checked for any vein or artery blockages and found none.

While she was being prepped all the cardiac staff came in to speak with her. They told her she was categorized as a "super-ager". They said that genetics played a large role, but that diet, social interactions, and physical activity definitely contributes to longevity. She drives to the gym 4 days a week and can hold a 3 minute plank. You seem to be in that category also.

" A superager, also known as a super-ager, is a person who is at least eighty years of age and retains the memory skills and capacity of someone at least thirty years younger."

I've seen you running around Murphy in your videos. I wouldn't be stressing about all the possible visceral fats and need for fasting. You're in outstanding shape. Just live your life and eat clean. You'll stroke out if you keep stressing about it and starving yourself. If you're really worried just get a CT Calcium scan to see what level of plaque you have.
It's 2 girls I like Marlin that drive me to be thinner, smarter and richer. One of the girls I like is 67 and walks 11 miles after work on Fridays. The longest I walked so far is 5 miles. I guess I could do 10 if I had to. We'll see what happens in the future. Swal
 
I finally caught up with my yard work. Swal

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The first car i have actually driven still as a kid (maybe 11 years old), was a Fiat 126. Which was also built in Poland starting in 1973 on a license. View attachment 267260
Picture taken from Wikipedia. This vehicle basically motorized Poland and was one of the "gifts" you could say by a very forward thinking Edward Gierek, who was the leader of Poland from late 1960s to about early 1980, when he was outsted by new leadership. These are now considered a "cult car" in Poland and the prices for a good condition examples can be very high.
Reminds me of a Yogo.
 


Rough several days. Thursday afternoon, I got off early for Saturday server maintenance. I and the wife went to visit mom at the care home near Kansas City. We had a great visit, she was more alert than she'd been a couple of years. 8:15 Am Friday morning, my sister texts that mom is unresponsive and they are sending in a priest for Last Rites. We get up there about 12:30 and spent the rest of the day there. We had to come home to get some clothes and meds. I stayed yesterday morning long enough to get the servers done and then we headed back to KC. At about 6:30 last night we headed to a motel to come back this morning and barely got to the motel, when the call comes in that mom was no longer here. So we headed back. She waited until we were gone to pass.

We're back home as my sister had everything pre arranged. No funeral as she has dad's and soon mom's ashes that will be dealt with at a celebration of life next year.

Thinking I'm off the next couple of days...
My sympathies too. Lost my mom about fourteen months back. I was right there at the end, and she was in a very far away place. I said, "stay with me--J (sis) is on the way." And sis made it. We three had a last forty five minutes together and she knew...opened her eyes and smiled, but couldn't speak. and then closed them. And passed.

The thing that will always stick with me is that I was nearly sure she was gone...and I had a pulse-oximeter on her finger. Dad was a GA pilot, so we we had all used them for years. They measure pulse and blood oxygen concentration.

I had it on her finger and the pulse was erratic. No actual number, just a dashed line. And the other, the absorption level (of the organs) registered nothing at all either but a dashed line. And she was--not with me, but not quite gone either.

So I told her "hang on, J is coming." And she came back, opened her eyes and almost smiled at me. But the astounding thing is that the pulse oximeter went from not registering anything at all--not even dangerously low numbers--straight up instantly to 100% 100 out of 100. In all my years I MIGHT have peaked my own absorption at 96% for a brief moment, but usually was 95%. And could fall lower if I got light headed.

I have pics of this too on my cell, and perhaps even a bit of video.

Out of nowhere, and almost gone she managed to do that. I will never forget it.

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I've been a skeptic almost all of my life--my forum name on Disqus actually IS "skeptic"--but for various reasons I have come almost all the way around in the last few years to realizing there are forces at work, forces in play, that are on another level entirely.

I have also done a one-eighty with regard to signals from "out there." I believe (now but not when I was younger) in what many would call "signs." That event ^ was just one of them.

It's also suddenly very important that I get those pics and that video off this phone and onto a USB stick.
 
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Another one comes to mind: If you've read "Flags of Our Fathers" (James Bradley), you might remember US Marine sergeant Mike Strank. He was one of the six who raised the second flag on Iwo Jima's Mount Surabachi (the larger flag of the two) which was made famous in the Ira Rosenthal photograph--that photo being the inspiration for the Marine Memorial in D.C.

A few days after the flag raising, Strank was sitting in a shell crater with a couple fellow Marines. And there was a dead Marine, too, with the three.

Strank (the way the other two told it later) looked at his dead fellow and said "That's going to be an interesting experience...". And only a few seconds later a mortar round landed in the same crater...and Strank was dead too.

I have been near death twice, the second time being in January when I fell asleep at the wheel of the RAM and woke up to find myself sliding along the cable barrier, truck destroyed but without even an airbag going off.

The other time--I woke up--slowly and over the course of several brief, but increasingly clear moments--interludes--of consciousness. In between the time I "drifted off to die" and came back again, there was nothing at all. Nothing good, bad, or indifferent. I do remember later feeling a sense of the passage of time, looking back on it, and it corresponded with the time I was told I was "not here." But as to any sense of "IT?" No, nothing at all. Just came back slowly from a very small tunnel which got larger each time I woke up again.

I can't be the only one, even though this is a small forum.
 
@Patrick: When you say "she waited until you were gone," I believe you completely. After a vigil for mom's oldest sister lasting (tag-team exchanges) several days and our own six hours that morning, we two decided to go up the hill to the house for a quick lunch. Maybe three minutes away.

Walked in, the phone was ringing and mom learned she had just passed. As you say, there are some people who want family--or maybe just others who are not family--when they leave. And then there are others who want to do it--go out--alone. On their own.

What I've often wondered is: Do those who leave us surrounded by family and friends choose it as a sort of lesson--or even a gift to we who remain--somehow? That would certainly be true for both my sister and me, as we were right there at the passing of both of our parents. We were also fortunate too to be able have both pass in the home they raised us in. Not that easy to do in the modern era.
 
My uncled died in his house. I just happened to go to Kaneohe Bay to go look for sea urchins (found out that they were all wiped out by some virus) and on the way back, I passed by their house and paid a visit. I patted him on the hand, talked a little bit to him and said see you later. My cousin told me later that he went about 30 minutes later, so I was the last (besides him) to see him.

I believe that too, that there is nothing after you die. Your energy gets reabsorbed back into the cosmos, body back into the ground. But, all the same, if you believe whatever your religion gives you, all for it. Gives people hope and comfort and something to strive for. If it's good, then better for us. If you're a devil, evil worshipper, then bad for us.
 
Well, maybe you do believe in things after all...but haven't realized it yet. You do, after all, believe "your energy gets reabsorbed." So, like me, you do believe, if nothing else, in the conservation of energy. Whatever it is, or who we are, or imagine ourselves to be...the energy/our energy...does not disappear. Cannot.
 
Good morning. It's 72 and mostly clear.

I purchased a "parts lot" on Fleabay yesterday, where the seller offered a couple of photos of a bunch of coupler parts, but only specified two by part number. If he sends everything in the photo, it was a good deal. If he only sends the items he specified, it will cost about 3x full retail.
We'll see. I do need at least one of the items he specified, but $30 + for a pair of couplers that retails for $10 will be--expensive.
 
howdi fam

Well i present you my weekend in pictures:

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did some 3d printing, for work in the garden.

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organized my Mt.Albert Scale Lumber that iam selling in my Shop.

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rebuilt the tomato house. and there you see the yellow printed things ;)

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planted the following:

- salad
- cabbage
- cucumber
- zucchini
- pumpkin
- beets
- leek ? (never heard that word before)
- curly kale

and we ended the work on sunday with a small fire and some:

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summer is great, because of the temperatures and the time spent outside. but now iam ready to go back in my trainroom and work on some diorama projects...

wish you all a great start for the week.

cheers
Marco
 


Nah, I'm just pullin' yer chain(s) cause they were hangin' out there.

That said, I'm still not clear on what the yellow circles are. Yellow...fender washers? The last four don't yet have the top layer in place--not yet printed--and I would GUESS it's an identifier type logo or name...but if they are anything but fender washers it's not clear to me yet.
 
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