OT: amyloid markers as precursor to Alzheimer's

As I age, two things scare me. One is the big C, the other is the big A. I have days where I'm so damned forgetful, I'm sure the big A is just around the corner. The only plus I see is getting to the point I wake up with a strange lady in my bed every morning

Karl

Sure looks like it could be in the cards for me, what where we playing again?

As a kid it was my job to pull the paraquat soaked marijuana off the landing gear of the crop dusters, while they where running BTW. I also flagged, washed the windshields, and fueled them. When the fields where within maybe 10 miles I'd race the planes back and do the above chores. There where many times I'd have to jump in the canals to wash the pesticides and herbicides off and a couple of times where everything starts turning into chrome with driving functions fading fast trying to find water and contemplating if drowning might be a possibility.

There was a better link, but it was too long. Funny that they finally admitted that the mexicans would ship the pot into the US anyhow. Our gov't is more insidious than most are willing to acknowledge.

SW

There are far too many nastyass diseases out there.

You're a good man, Foreman.

Bueno, bwana.

Go for it!

Or perhaps let everyone shoot a round (or mag) through Mary's gun at Mary's target as a last goodbye in that venue...once? To grieve and move on is part of the normal healing process. It's best not to dwell because some people can never let go, and grief overtakes them until their dying day. Your call. Whatever you do, have fun!

-- Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air... -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

Until you realize that she's your age. >:->

Cheers! Rich

I had a shoot today with Todd 'n Laura. Brian couldn't make it. After shooting my .45 and my .357 for a while, I took out Mary's favorite: the Browning Buckmark .22 semiauto. It was her hands-down fave because it has essentially no recoil, no flash, and goes pop rather than BLAM. She could manage a .357 Mag with no prob but bull-barrel Bucky was her fave. It's the pistol she used when she maxxed the CCW qual test. Her instructor had never seen anyone max that test. I put up a fresh target and started to say that I'd be shooting this target for Mary since she couldn't be here ... but I lost it and couldn't talk. I could still shoot. I'm a vet. So I shot it for her without saying any more. Todd 'n Laura knew what was going on. I didn't shoot as well as Mary would have on a good day, but I did my best and that's all anyone can do.

Cool. Dad's old Colt Woodsman .22 had a vicious kick for a small bore.

I still get all weepy thinking about Dad now and then, but it lessens over time.

The kind who works with animals or the kind who joins his friends with short haircuts in exotic lands and shoots furriners?

Goodonya, mate.

-- If you can solve your problem, then what is the need of worrying? If you cannot solve it, then what is the use of worrying? -- Shantideva

The kind who thought, however misguidedly you might think, that military service was a patriotic duty. My example was my Dad who enlisted to serve in the South Pacific in WW II though academic deferment was available to him.

I'm sorry that my attempt failed to provide some humor to you, Don.

-- Accept the pain, cherish the joys, resolve the regrets; then can come the best of benedictions - 'If I had my life to live over, I'd do it all the same.' -- Joan McIntosh

Maybe since Mar enjoyed target shooting so much you should consider having a small version of a target carved on her gravestone Don. I did something like that personally for my mom's stone when she passed away at the turn of this century:

(IIRC Don we met online about then. You needed some lost wax casting wax and I sent you some of the excess from the thick sheet I'd bought to form the model for my mom's plaque.)

I've told SWMBO that when I go to my reward I'd like the back of my tombstone to have HA! engraved in it. (My last laugh y'see.)

Jeff

OK Larry. That's enough of that. It's too early in the morning to laugh so hard. ...lew...

jeff_wisnia wrote in news:ios3ku$bhq$1 @dont-email.me:

The British comedian Spike Milligan reported has "I told you I was sick" written on his tombstone.

Doug White

My apologies for being a bit touchy about that subject.

At least _someone_ got it.

-- Accept the pain, cherish the joys, resolve the regrets; then can come the best of benedictions - 'If I had my life to live over, I'd do it all the same.' -- Joan McIntosh

OK, I guess I'm the tightass here, dang me and hang me. Fun puns about vets, callow grins without respect for the graves of the brave.

Ever shoot any furriners? Adolescent furriners who'd never shaved? Female furriners with intent to kill you? Anybody you had to kill to avoid being killed?

Life can be confusing at times, certainly so during war and diffuse combat.

The pun was veterinarian vs veteran. The reference was to the mock recruiting poster, Don.

This disses the military, not the brave men in it, nor the gallant men who died for our country.

Luckily, no. I received my Order to Report for Induction while I was in the process of moving home from school in Phoenix. They told me to report to the San Diego draft board and I did. They already had all the men they needed so I avoided the draft by chance. At that time, all the draftees were going to Vietnam during the time the Congress had turned off the funding, allowing our soliders to die. While I wasn't for the war, I cursed the protestors who spat at returning soldiers. Their and Congress' actions were, and are, unpardonable.

I've heard the stories from WWII and Vietnam vets 1000 times and still can't fathom the extent of it.

-- Accept the pain, cherish the joys, resolve the regrets; then can come the best of benedictions - 'If I had my life to live over, I'd do it all the same.' -- Joan McIntosh

Sorry. As a Vet that served a hitch in the Korean mess I think I'm entitled to laugh at a "Vet" joke if it comes across that way. ...lew...