November was mostly a quiet month with a couple of trips to Edmonton. One near the beginning and one at the end. It was a month where I decided to start doing something about my weight again. It had crept up since the two-year low in the end of August. By the end of the month it was just below that. Yeh! In addition to starvation, ketogenic, intermittent fasting I also started exercising again. I set the old Nordic Trak up in a heated shed and after a few weeks was up to a respectable amount of time and distance for an old guy.
On the way to Edmonton the first time we were just south of Marwayne when I got a phone call that a friend, Bill, was in the hospital in North Battleford with only a few days to live. Bill and I worked together for about fifteen years. We hired him as a millwright and eventually he became a supervisor reporting to me. Shortly after I retired he moved about an hour south of here. We saw each other a little bit after that and he came by and helped me for a day putting up rafters on our tiny house. Nevertheless we just barely stayed in touch. One of those things one regrets. Bill had turned 65 but was still working part time doing vibration analysis at the pulp mill where we both worked. I am so glad we had a chance to visit in his hospital room but truly regret we didn’t spend more time together after we stopped working together. He was always a pleasure to work with, a professional in all he did with a great sense of humour and a servant’s heart. He lasted five more days after I saw him the last time. Godspeed Bill. It was an honour to know you.
After visiting Bill we came out in the hospital parking lot and had to decide whether to drive back home to Meadow Lake, two hours north of us and start out with the five hour trip again tomorrow or just go for it. We went for it, arriving later than we would have liked. At least we were in Edmonton with all day Thursday and Friday to do banking and pension stuff and other errands.
Mid month we celebrated Ernie’s birthday. That was an object lesson in how to knock oneself out of ketosis for four days by a couple of bad choices and a bit of gluttony.
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Back in Edmonton again. This time to celebrate Amadea’s second birthday. We came a couple of days early and did more banking and I got my annual DL medical done for my commercial driver’s license. Everybody is too busy locally to do DL medicals so I have been getting them in Edmonton and before that in Regina. I only have the license because you need one to tow anything over 10,000 pounds in this province. Next summer may be time to consider a lighter rig or a weight reduction program for the one we have. Nameplate weight, unloaded is just under 10,000 pounds. I wonder how much the weight has crept up with all the little mods done over the years?
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Debbie and Ernie and kids, Nick and Rebekah and kids and we two old grandfolk all went to the Royal Alberta Museum together in three different cars to celebrate Amadea’s birthday. Later, of course, there was cake and ice cream. None for keto boy, here. During the day we also attended one of Ezekial’s basketball games.
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