Fine day shaping up here if you're a boater, skier or PWC owner. What with the bright shinning sun and temperatures forecasted to be near 90 for the day. Another group of happy people will be the dock repair folks.
I imagine a ride on the old dock would be an exciting pursuit today. We could play a game of 'Here to There'. You put on life jackets then go to the dock. You start at one end of the dock with a full glass of water and try to walk to the other side without falling in or spilling any of the water. You're not allowed to catch yourself by holding on to any of the uprights. That would disqualify you. Of course disqualification would be better than being tossed into one of the boat wells. If we can get enough players we could charge a small fee, rake about 20% off the top for the dock repairs that will be needed then pay the rest out in prizes.
Thinking about that We've decided that it would be too dangerous and we're not sure if our insurance would cover it. That leaves us with the, 'close the blinds and turn up the sound', option.
Reading is a good outlet. It is the only way that one can stay at home and go to about any place in the world. You would think that television could do that too but with the commercials and all the other interruptions there are too many trips back and fourth between home and where ever. It wears a man out!
Enjoy your day!
About Me
Saturday, July 31, 2004
Friday, July 30, 2004
July 30
A little rain, a little fog and a forecast of temperatures going back into the 90's with a heat advisory for the weekend and beyond. I think people in Missouri are prone to be a bit more wrinkled than folks from other places because of the constant changing temperatures causes the body to continuously expand and contract.
One of the reasons I stay heavy is because FAT seems to fill some of those cracks. Near wrinkle free, but trying to see looking over my cheeks is an aggravation. Sitting is nice with the built in extra cushion but sometimes a narrow chair causes some to hang over. The hanging parts tug pretty hard on the rest of the rear and that isn't very good.
I can't play golf because of the need to bend so far forward to enable myself to see the ball past my chubby cheeks and over my belly. So far forward, that I need to use the club as a brace. When I jerk the brace out to start my swing I'm prone to fall on my face. That isn't good!
True story: We were in a restaurant and the hostess came to seat us. She asked how many and I, standing with Glenda, patted my stomach and told her, two and a half. She quickly asked if I needed a chair for that. I told her, no, I'll just hold it on my lap. As I remember we had a nice table and a good meal.
Once at Wal-Mart I ran into the store for something, grabbed it and headed for the checkout. I chose the line with only one elderly lady in it thinking it would go the fastest. Well the poor lady had trouble making the fare with her cash but after several minutes of digging around, opening several different compartment and almost totally unloading her purse she made it.
Waiting for her to reload her purse I was a bit agitated and was showing it. Anyway she left and I put my purchase on the counter as the check out person said, "sorry about the wait sir." I grabbed my belly with both hands and said, "I'm sorry about it too! I just wish people would just stop bringing it up!" She just stared at me for a moment in a semi-shocked way, then finally got it, chuckled then as fast as she could, sent me on my way.
Ah! Okay, I quit. I need to go do some exercises anyway. I do about 60 setups touching my toes each time. You know, I'll scoot my chair back from the key board, bend over touching my toes then sitting near all of the way back then I do it again. Sixty times is a lot of them if you don't know. I've found this to be the only way to do it without sweating, straining or being sore the next day. I'm sure it's good for tummy reduction because I've got to squash it against my lap pretty good to be able to touch my toes even tho I do raise my toes as much as I can to meet my finger tips.
"Feelings aren't positive or negative, it's what you do with those feelings that becomes good or bad."-- Deanna Troi , Star Trek: The Next Generation........I would say this quote would not apply when touching a bare wire in a hot electrical circuit.
One of the reasons I stay heavy is because FAT seems to fill some of those cracks. Near wrinkle free, but trying to see looking over my cheeks is an aggravation. Sitting is nice with the built in extra cushion but sometimes a narrow chair causes some to hang over. The hanging parts tug pretty hard on the rest of the rear and that isn't very good.
I can't play golf because of the need to bend so far forward to enable myself to see the ball past my chubby cheeks and over my belly. So far forward, that I need to use the club as a brace. When I jerk the brace out to start my swing I'm prone to fall on my face. That isn't good!
True story: We were in a restaurant and the hostess came to seat us. She asked how many and I, standing with Glenda, patted my stomach and told her, two and a half. She quickly asked if I needed a chair for that. I told her, no, I'll just hold it on my lap. As I remember we had a nice table and a good meal.
Once at Wal-Mart I ran into the store for something, grabbed it and headed for the checkout. I chose the line with only one elderly lady in it thinking it would go the fastest. Well the poor lady had trouble making the fare with her cash but after several minutes of digging around, opening several different compartment and almost totally unloading her purse she made it.
Waiting for her to reload her purse I was a bit agitated and was showing it. Anyway she left and I put my purchase on the counter as the check out person said, "sorry about the wait sir." I grabbed my belly with both hands and said, "I'm sorry about it too! I just wish people would just stop bringing it up!" She just stared at me for a moment in a semi-shocked way, then finally got it, chuckled then as fast as she could, sent me on my way.
Ah! Okay, I quit. I need to go do some exercises anyway. I do about 60 setups touching my toes each time. You know, I'll scoot my chair back from the key board, bend over touching my toes then sitting near all of the way back then I do it again. Sixty times is a lot of them if you don't know. I've found this to be the only way to do it without sweating, straining or being sore the next day. I'm sure it's good for tummy reduction because I've got to squash it against my lap pretty good to be able to touch my toes even tho I do raise my toes as much as I can to meet my finger tips.
"Feelings aren't positive or negative, it's what you do with those feelings that becomes good or bad."-- Deanna Troi , Star Trek: The Next Generation........I would say this quote would not apply when touching a bare wire in a hot electrical circuit.
Thursday, July 29, 2004
July 29
I got carried away this morning in taking care of other business and have already about typed myself out. This will be short but a thank you isn't necessary.
69 and cloudy with a chance of rain in the forecast for today and the next two. Weather wise we get a little bit of everything here in Missouri. Living here all my life, I am still surprised at some of what we get.
There was a happening this month but I can't remember what it might be. I am positive that I have said about something, "it will be a cold day in July when that happens." You see my problem? We've just had some cold days here in July but I just can't remember what the subject might have been. I've looked at everything for some abnormal happenings and only came up with two. I probably thought at one time I would never be 63, but I made it this month. It's not near as bad as I once thought it must be. Another thing might be the reaction to the bee sting because I never had a problem quite so severe ever before. One good and one bad, fifty fifty. I don't think I'll search my mind anymore, I wouldn't want to tip the scales in a depressing direction.
In 1997 there must have been a cold day in July too. That is the year I retired and I'd bet money that I said many years before, "it'll be a cold day when I retire at 55."
I wish I hadn't used the word money up there! Seven years without an income means no money and that thought is a depression in the making!
I've got to get on with something else in an attempt to overcome this terrible depressing knowledge!
"The only thing that stands between a man and what he wants from life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible."-- Richard DeVos
69 and cloudy with a chance of rain in the forecast for today and the next two. Weather wise we get a little bit of everything here in Missouri. Living here all my life, I am still surprised at some of what we get.
There was a happening this month but I can't remember what it might be. I am positive that I have said about something, "it will be a cold day in July when that happens." You see my problem? We've just had some cold days here in July but I just can't remember what the subject might have been. I've looked at everything for some abnormal happenings and only came up with two. I probably thought at one time I would never be 63, but I made it this month. It's not near as bad as I once thought it must be. Another thing might be the reaction to the bee sting because I never had a problem quite so severe ever before. One good and one bad, fifty fifty. I don't think I'll search my mind anymore, I wouldn't want to tip the scales in a depressing direction.
In 1997 there must have been a cold day in July too. That is the year I retired and I'd bet money that I said many years before, "it'll be a cold day when I retire at 55."
I wish I hadn't used the word money up there! Seven years without an income means no money and that thought is a depression in the making!
I've got to get on with something else in an attempt to overcome this terrible depressing knowledge!
"The only thing that stands between a man and what he wants from life is often merely the will to try it and the faith to believe that it is possible."-- Richard DeVos
Wednesday, July 28, 2004
July 28
Yesterday was a complete success! The daughter came through the little ordeal with flying colors and we got to take two of our grandchildren to lunch. One is nine and the other is fourteen but it was the first time we've had them in our car without one of their parents.
On the way to Columbia yesterday morning I noticed a nice looking, newer Ford Explorer sitting on the shoulder with, for sale and a phone number, written in large letters across the back and rear road side window. We passed there around 9:00 am. Around 4:20 pm as we drove through the same area I again noticed the vehicle but coming at it head on I thought I saw someone sitting in the front seat. Tho it was pretty warm the drivers side window was down only a crack. Someone sitting in the car for over seven hours with the window mostly shut sure didn't add up to a very happy thought in our minds. We bit our lips and decided to do what we thought would be the proper thing and turned around to check it out.
Sure enough there was a lady sitting in the slightly reclined drivers seat, head laid back and eyes closed. As I walked up to the window I noticed she was perspiring pretty good. As she raised her head to look at me, fearfully I asked if she was okay. She said, "well, yes and no." There I stood, not fit to handle any kind of emergency and mentally cursing myself for being too cheap to have a cell phone. I relaxed as I heard her story.
The car belonged to her daughter who had called the night before reporting the car was heating up. She had her daughter park it on the shoulder and then drove there and picked her up leaving the car for later. Later was yesterday. After teaching her bible school classes at the Concord Baptist Church, she and her husband stopped by for the car. They filled the thing with water then he left. She pulled out on the highway and the car immediately heated up again so she had pulled back off on the shoulder. She had walked across the road to a house and had called her husband on his cell phone to come back and help. He hadn't made it back yet because he was arranging for a tow truck. She had only been sitting there for about an hour.
I mentioned the window being mostly up and the heat in the car and she told me in this day and age you never know what might walk up to your window. She did thank me very much for stopping, saying also, that in this day and age very few people would have stopped. She said we had been the only ones.
Thinking back, I know why very few people and only the most stupid might stop. When we drove up and verified that a person was in the car I could have died right there! I think my heart was in the right place but when I saw her laying back, eyes closed and perspiring it almost stopped! What in the world was I thinking we might do had there been a real emergency? Only thing I can think we might have done would have been to drive like a maniac to the first phone and call 911. Being a couple of the most stupid we will probably stop the next time too.
"Wonder is the beginning of wisdom." But, too much wonder can sure make you way too smart for your own good.
So that was my story for the day. We hope all your stories for this day will all be wonderful!
On the way to Columbia yesterday morning I noticed a nice looking, newer Ford Explorer sitting on the shoulder with, for sale and a phone number, written in large letters across the back and rear road side window. We passed there around 9:00 am. Around 4:20 pm as we drove through the same area I again noticed the vehicle but coming at it head on I thought I saw someone sitting in the front seat. Tho it was pretty warm the drivers side window was down only a crack. Someone sitting in the car for over seven hours with the window mostly shut sure didn't add up to a very happy thought in our minds. We bit our lips and decided to do what we thought would be the proper thing and turned around to check it out.
Sure enough there was a lady sitting in the slightly reclined drivers seat, head laid back and eyes closed. As I walked up to the window I noticed she was perspiring pretty good. As she raised her head to look at me, fearfully I asked if she was okay. She said, "well, yes and no." There I stood, not fit to handle any kind of emergency and mentally cursing myself for being too cheap to have a cell phone. I relaxed as I heard her story.
The car belonged to her daughter who had called the night before reporting the car was heating up. She had her daughter park it on the shoulder and then drove there and picked her up leaving the car for later. Later was yesterday. After teaching her bible school classes at the Concord Baptist Church, she and her husband stopped by for the car. They filled the thing with water then he left. She pulled out on the highway and the car immediately heated up again so she had pulled back off on the shoulder. She had walked across the road to a house and had called her husband on his cell phone to come back and help. He hadn't made it back yet because he was arranging for a tow truck. She had only been sitting there for about an hour.
I mentioned the window being mostly up and the heat in the car and she told me in this day and age you never know what might walk up to your window. She did thank me very much for stopping, saying also, that in this day and age very few people would have stopped. She said we had been the only ones.
Thinking back, I know why very few people and only the most stupid might stop. When we drove up and verified that a person was in the car I could have died right there! I think my heart was in the right place but when I saw her laying back, eyes closed and perspiring it almost stopped! What in the world was I thinking we might do had there been a real emergency? Only thing I can think we might have done would have been to drive like a maniac to the first phone and call 911. Being a couple of the most stupid we will probably stop the next time too.
"Wonder is the beginning of wisdom." But, too much wonder can sure make you way too smart for your own good.
So that was my story for the day. We hope all your stories for this day will all be wonderful!
July 27
Yesterday was nice, still a little cool but enjoyable. Except we had to have new brakes put on the car at $255.00. Seems ridicules to have a car so you can go then spend oodles and gobs on it so you can stop.
Heading for Columbia first thing this morning. Youngest daughter is going under the knife around 9:30 and we thought we would be there in case a little support might be appreciated.
We're still into some very nice weather. This morning started at 59 degrees and isn't supposed to get out of the 70's. Missouri is sure full of surprises.
One surprise that I'm glad I've not had to contend with is while wading through the ditches, through the leaves and underbrush wielding the saw or the weed-eater, I haven't been surprised by an Osage Copper head. I did kill one on the road during a walk and another was sighted yesterday in the same area by a couple of kids on a four wheeler but they wisely turned and fled without trying for a kill. I'm going to be a lot more careful than I have been.
Well, we're out of here. A grand day is in available for you if you want. Make it so!
Subject: Tequila and salt:
You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
01. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.
02. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
03. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
04. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
05. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
06. You mean the world to someone.
07. You are special and unique.
08. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.
09. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take another look.
11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
REMEMBER: "When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt."
Heading for Columbia first thing this morning. Youngest daughter is going under the knife around 9:30 and we thought we would be there in case a little support might be appreciated.
We're still into some very nice weather. This morning started at 59 degrees and isn't supposed to get out of the 70's. Missouri is sure full of surprises.
One surprise that I'm glad I've not had to contend with is while wading through the ditches, through the leaves and underbrush wielding the saw or the weed-eater, I haven't been surprised by an Osage Copper head. I did kill one on the road during a walk and another was sighted yesterday in the same area by a couple of kids on a four wheeler but they wisely turned and fled without trying for a kill. I'm going to be a lot more careful than I have been.
Well, we're out of here. A grand day is in available for you if you want. Make it so!
Subject: Tequila and salt:
You may not realize it, but it's 100% true.
01. There are at least two people in this world that you would die for.
02. At least 15 people in this world love you in some way.
03. The only reason anyone would ever hate you is because they want to be just like you.
04. A smile from you can bring happiness to anyone, even if they don't like you.
05. Every night, SOMEONE thinks about you before they go to sleep.
06. You mean the world to someone.
07. You are special and unique.
08. Someone that you don't even know exists, loves you.
09. When you make the biggest mistake ever, something good comes from it.
10. When you think the world has turned its back on you, take another look.
11. Always remember the compliments you received. Forget about the rude remarks.
REMEMBER: "When life hands you lemons, ask for tequila and salt."
July 26
Yesterday was a very fine day for reading......Actually it was a very fine day to do anything you'd want just like everyday is or was. Our temperature didn't get out of the sixties and with a breeze it was pretty cool. I caught myself wanting to light one up.
I don't know any new news and it seems I can't pull up any old news so another no news day is running right out here at us.
Another humorless note wasting away everyone's time.
I don't know any new news and it seems I can't pull up any old news so another no news day is running right out here at us.
Another humorless note wasting away everyone's time.
Sunday, July 25, 2004
July 25
59 degrees, cloudy with a good breeze is the happening here and was about the same at 4:56 am except it was dark. Not too bad for a July day in Missouri. A day when long pants rather than shorts will be preferred. Of course Glenda will wear long sleeves too.
The yearly neighborhood meeting is down the street at 12:30 this afternoon. Other than that a day of rest and reading will pretty much be the course. Well, the NASCAR race will need to be strung in there somewhere. And then it could be that Glenda has a different agenda that would involve me. When I get right down to it, I must admit to myself that I don't have any idea what the day will hold. I'm not the captain of my ship. I'm not even the first mate, I'm a second mate.
My daily goal to type something in a way that it is interesting and or comical has not been attainable for a long time, maybe it never was. Whichever the case may be I'm not going to fight it anymore at this time...........
Bye
The yearly neighborhood meeting is down the street at 12:30 this afternoon. Other than that a day of rest and reading will pretty much be the course. Well, the NASCAR race will need to be strung in there somewhere. And then it could be that Glenda has a different agenda that would involve me. When I get right down to it, I must admit to myself that I don't have any idea what the day will hold. I'm not the captain of my ship. I'm not even the first mate, I'm a second mate.
My daily goal to type something in a way that it is interesting and or comical has not been attainable for a long time, maybe it never was. Whichever the case may be I'm not going to fight it anymore at this time...........
Bye
Saturday, July 24, 2004
July 24
I was told that sometime sixty three years ago today, I was pushed or drug out of a warm safe place into the real world. I don't remember if it made me happy or sad then nor can I say either way today. I understand that I could not have remained there in the nice warm cozy place forever so I'm accepting what has been. When you get so many numbers on your total it becomes pretty easy to add another and doesn't hurt any at all. My running tally isn't high enough for me to brag about yet, but it's high enough for me to wonder about once in awhile. I've know some awfully nice people that didn't make it this far. To mention a few, my grandpa, my dad and three brothers. This makes me a record breaker for the male side of the family. My nearest contender was my grandpa whom I think made it to fifty seven. Why me Lord?...................But I thank you just the same!
As near as I can tell in the darkness out the window it looks like rain. Of course it looked several times like rain yesterday but we got only a few drops in the early morning then nothing else the rest of the day. That did allow me to take down the other two trees and haul them off. It didn't seem too hot but I sure did get totally wet in a hurry. Another two clothes change two shower day. .......... Only lost one pound ............. but I didn't get a single tick!
I've been up for a little more than an hour and things don't seem to be getting any better. That wouldn't be a concern if the morning had started with it's usual high but it didn't. Instead of eagerly jumping out of bed I grudgingly rolled out. As to the why the lack of eagerness I'm still pondering.
Ponder not old fellow guy, pondering is only for the young or very strong good thinking aged. Weaklings can ponder themselves into an early grave.
"Days are formed by the hands of fate, but are left malleable to be reshaped by the hands of the living." ...James R.
As near as I can tell in the darkness out the window it looks like rain. Of course it looked several times like rain yesterday but we got only a few drops in the early morning then nothing else the rest of the day. That did allow me to take down the other two trees and haul them off. It didn't seem too hot but I sure did get totally wet in a hurry. Another two clothes change two shower day. .......... Only lost one pound ............. but I didn't get a single tick!
I've been up for a little more than an hour and things don't seem to be getting any better. That wouldn't be a concern if the morning had started with it's usual high but it didn't. Instead of eagerly jumping out of bed I grudgingly rolled out. As to the why the lack of eagerness I'm still pondering.
Ponder not old fellow guy, pondering is only for the young or very strong good thinking aged. Weaklings can ponder themselves into an early grave.
"Days are formed by the hands of fate, but are left malleable to be reshaped by the hands of the living." ...James R.
Friday, July 23, 2004
July 23
The humidity is so high here that some of it evidently formed into drops and fell, wetting the exposed areas just a tad. Maybe it will rain before the day is over. It is already 72 degrees but there is a pretty brisk breeze. I may let my sore body rest today anyway.
I'm thinking I tested too much of Glenda's bingo supper as she cooked yesterday afternoon because I didn't lose a pound during the day. I did a whole lot of sweating and thought I had worked my fanny off but I guess the weight only turned into muscle. Funny, I don't feel very strong this morning.
She made some of the best home-made potato salad I've had in a long time. Potato salad is not on our list of acceptable foods to eat but I hit on it pretty hard. I'm sorry to say that it didn't all get eaten at the bingo parlor last night so she brought some back home with her. I tested it already this morning to see if an overnight set had made it any better. It didn't seem to be any better but it sure wasn't any worse either. Now I've got to go without any breakfast!
Well, I got five small trees down and hauled away yesterday. Glenda has voiced her opinion on two more that might get put into my days schedule if it doesn't rain too much. The largest tree had to be cut into thirty seven different pieces so I could carry it up the hill. I carried thirty two pieces of it up the hill, the other five I drug to the dock and put into the water as fish beds. I couldn't tell you how many trips I made up that hill. I don't care, going up and down that hill got to be a terrific pain and the old legs about decided to quit me before I was ready.
Actually the last little hump on the hill consists of a load of gravel dumped there and is almost impossible to walk up and over, so I tied a rope to several of the tree tops and pulled them to the road where I loaded them and hauled them away.
Okay the jig is up. You've found me out! My mind is not into this morning's typing lesson. I just can't figure out how you could tell since it is practically the same old crap as any other day. Go figure!
Did you know......that today is National Vanilla Ice Cream Day? As incredible as it may seem vanilla is actually the most popular flavor of ice cream capturing 28% of supermarket sales (versus 8% for the next highest choice -- chocolate).
I'm thinking I tested too much of Glenda's bingo supper as she cooked yesterday afternoon because I didn't lose a pound during the day. I did a whole lot of sweating and thought I had worked my fanny off but I guess the weight only turned into muscle. Funny, I don't feel very strong this morning.
She made some of the best home-made potato salad I've had in a long time. Potato salad is not on our list of acceptable foods to eat but I hit on it pretty hard. I'm sorry to say that it didn't all get eaten at the bingo parlor last night so she brought some back home with her. I tested it already this morning to see if an overnight set had made it any better. It didn't seem to be any better but it sure wasn't any worse either. Now I've got to go without any breakfast!
Well, I got five small trees down and hauled away yesterday. Glenda has voiced her opinion on two more that might get put into my days schedule if it doesn't rain too much. The largest tree had to be cut into thirty seven different pieces so I could carry it up the hill. I carried thirty two pieces of it up the hill, the other five I drug to the dock and put into the water as fish beds. I couldn't tell you how many trips I made up that hill. I don't care, going up and down that hill got to be a terrific pain and the old legs about decided to quit me before I was ready.
Actually the last little hump on the hill consists of a load of gravel dumped there and is almost impossible to walk up and over, so I tied a rope to several of the tree tops and pulled them to the road where I loaded them and hauled them away.
Okay the jig is up. You've found me out! My mind is not into this morning's typing lesson. I just can't figure out how you could tell since it is practically the same old crap as any other day. Go figure!
Did you know......that today is National Vanilla Ice Cream Day? As incredible as it may seem vanilla is actually the most popular flavor of ice cream capturing 28% of supermarket sales (versus 8% for the next highest choice -- chocolate).
Thursday, July 22, 2004
July 22
What we did yesterday..................We....I took the weed-eater and cleaned the sides of the road for about a quarter of a mile which would, including both sides, be about one half of a mile working and walking. Then I returned using the blower on the same area which would mean another half mile of walk. All of this came after the walk that I took first thing of about two miles that Mikey and Glenda accompanied me on except they decided to quit after the first third of the short journey. Wet from sweat was an unavoidable thing except I enjoyed it all. I changed clothes and promptly wetted the second set. We traversed to the dock after a lunch and got into the lake for a cool down and some welcomed cool exercise. This is really a very nice life!
Sure it could be better, but for some of us old folks, to be all you can be, may require help from things like Viagra or some other kind of drug. This doesn't absolutely mean that you must 'pay to play' but most of the people I know like to give it their best, no matter what kind of game they're playing. Some might even cheat. With a lot of older folks there probably won't be too much of the, spur of the moment cheating, at least in the game of love. That might be good. Nature sure can be cruel as she doles out her blessings.
I came up short yesterday, maybe I should have some Viagra. No, I came up short in my quest to lose three pounds. I only got the body to release one. As much as I perspired one would have thought three would be a done deal but it wasn't. I guess the can of mixed nuts that Glenda brought home might have played a role, plus I had a few pork rinds too.
None of that for me today! I'm planning on taking three trees out of our little yard. I'll need to cut them up in order to carry them up the hill but I think I can handle that. Glenda hates to cut the tree that has the red flowers on it for six days a year but it also has nasty pods on it for over a month. It is bowed over so badly that I'm sure it is just a matter of time before the roots give way leaving a huge hole. I'll save the top of that tree by tying it to some concrete blocks and pushing it off the side of our dock thereby enlarging our Crappie bed.
Glenda is going to cook all day. It's She and Ruthie's turn to cook for and serve the meal at the bingo parlor tonight. I may get a sample if I play my cards right.
Love your neighbor as yourself, but don't take down the fence.------ Carl Sandburg
Sure it could be better, but for some of us old folks, to be all you can be, may require help from things like Viagra or some other kind of drug. This doesn't absolutely mean that you must 'pay to play' but most of the people I know like to give it their best, no matter what kind of game they're playing. Some might even cheat. With a lot of older folks there probably won't be too much of the, spur of the moment cheating, at least in the game of love. That might be good. Nature sure can be cruel as she doles out her blessings.
I came up short yesterday, maybe I should have some Viagra. No, I came up short in my quest to lose three pounds. I only got the body to release one. As much as I perspired one would have thought three would be a done deal but it wasn't. I guess the can of mixed nuts that Glenda brought home might have played a role, plus I had a few pork rinds too.
None of that for me today! I'm planning on taking three trees out of our little yard. I'll need to cut them up in order to carry them up the hill but I think I can handle that. Glenda hates to cut the tree that has the red flowers on it for six days a year but it also has nasty pods on it for over a month. It is bowed over so badly that I'm sure it is just a matter of time before the roots give way leaving a huge hole. I'll save the top of that tree by tying it to some concrete blocks and pushing it off the side of our dock thereby enlarging our Crappie bed.
Glenda is going to cook all day. It's She and Ruthie's turn to cook for and serve the meal at the bingo parlor tonight. I may get a sample if I play my cards right.
Love your neighbor as yourself, but don't take down the fence.------ Carl Sandburg
Wednesday, July 21, 2004
July 21
Well I restarted the disgusting habit of shaving again this morning. Glenda had been pushing me in that direction ever since the first unshaven day. I had it figured that if I could somewhat control what she complains about it would be an easier life. Give her something simple like a beard and roll along for awhile. As far as knowing if life rolled along any easier the task was a failure. Tho, the unshaven appearance was the top daily topic, things still seemed about the same. I figure that the not shaving time I saved to fart away in other manners probably totaled more than ten hours. Not bad huh? I was thinking of starting another beard tomorrow until Glenda gave me the, "you look so much younger clean shaven." Maybe I'll just drop the idea.
Finally got the prescripted bee sting kit, EpiPen, yesterday. Damn that was a high priced safety devise that I hope I'll never need to use. Our co-pay was $30. We're not sure but we think it would have been $90 without the insurance. On top of that it is recommended that if you get stung and use it, head to an emergency room anyway. I don't think I can afford any more stings!
Today they're talking of a heat warning or something like that for here. Whatever they call it, it is supposed to be hot and with the high humidity the heat index could be 110 degrees or more. I would say no sweat but that would probably not be correct so I'll just say that it will be no step for a stepper, tho we may stay out of the kitchen anyway.
F.Y.I. Last year at this time we received 1.6 inches of rain and several cars in the neighborhood got some hail damage.
Our garage suffered some too.
To even further your information, I've run out of typing patience just about four paragraphs after I ran out of things to type..
"I couldn't wait for success, so I went ahead without it." -- Jonathan Winters
Finally got the prescripted bee sting kit, EpiPen, yesterday. Damn that was a high priced safety devise that I hope I'll never need to use. Our co-pay was $30. We're not sure but we think it would have been $90 without the insurance. On top of that it is recommended that if you get stung and use it, head to an emergency room anyway. I don't think I can afford any more stings!
Today they're talking of a heat warning or something like that for here. Whatever they call it, it is supposed to be hot and with the high humidity the heat index could be 110 degrees or more. I would say no sweat but that would probably not be correct so I'll just say that it will be no step for a stepper, tho we may stay out of the kitchen anyway.
F.Y.I. Last year at this time we received 1.6 inches of rain and several cars in the neighborhood got some hail damage.
Our garage suffered some too.
To even further your information, I've run out of typing patience just about four paragraphs after I ran out of things to type..
"I couldn't wait for success, so I went ahead without it." -- Jonathan Winters
July 20
Another day another dollar ......... Now what is that supposed to mean? I've heard it all my life but still don't know the meaning. If it refers to earnings it won't apply to us for sure for sure. If it applies to expenditures it won't apply to us for sure fore sure. Electricity or even the computer hook up alone requires more than that. Even if we only ate free fish caught from our dock there is some cost in the cooking oils and lost lures. Live another day and what do you get, another day older and deeper in debt.
Glenda did go to the Dutch Country Store yesterday to restock some of our staples with their bent can bargains and out dated products but she had to buy gas at $1.769 so I'd say any possible savings was probably negated at the gas pump. Gas costs too much now to mow the lawn every time it needs it. As luck would have it the hot days without rain are doing a pretty good job of extending the time between mows but I have been letting it get pretty high anyway.
The guy at Branson, Paul Harris, told us that he came from a large family of thirteen children. Six sets of twins, said he thought that he was crossed eyed until he was near twelve years old. Funny but that is the only one I can remember out of all the stories he told. He was pretty good and told us they didn't have a script but I bought his tape and that proved to somewhat untrue. The script might not be followed word for word but they were the same old stories.
Glenda got up this morning around 1:00 am and read till around 3:30 before coming back to bed. That means she is still in bed which might make this day one of those two meal days unless I cook my own breakfast. I can't do that! Problems start when you start stripping duties from someone. Next thing you know they become bored and begin loosing their jest for life. Then comes the getting fat and sleeping all the time. Life becomes only a pain to be dreaded each day. No! I'll not cook my own breakfast! I'll make the sacrifice for Glenda's continued joy for living. A man has got to be wary of doing the wrong thing all of the time!
Believe it or not but we did take the tritoon out for an hour or so yesterday afternoon. We stopped at a neighbors across the inlet and took them with us. I can't hear doodle squat while I'm on a boat so I just haft to hope they enjoyed the trip and will forgive any wrong answers or wrong subject statements that I might have made. I enjoyed it anyway.
"Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein."-- H. Jackson Brown, Author of "Life's Little Instruction Book"
Glenda did go to the Dutch Country Store yesterday to restock some of our staples with their bent can bargains and out dated products but she had to buy gas at $1.769 so I'd say any possible savings was probably negated at the gas pump. Gas costs too much now to mow the lawn every time it needs it. As luck would have it the hot days without rain are doing a pretty good job of extending the time between mows but I have been letting it get pretty high anyway.
The guy at Branson, Paul Harris, told us that he came from a large family of thirteen children. Six sets of twins, said he thought that he was crossed eyed until he was near twelve years old. Funny but that is the only one I can remember out of all the stories he told. He was pretty good and told us they didn't have a script but I bought his tape and that proved to somewhat untrue. The script might not be followed word for word but they were the same old stories.
Glenda got up this morning around 1:00 am and read till around 3:30 before coming back to bed. That means she is still in bed which might make this day one of those two meal days unless I cook my own breakfast. I can't do that! Problems start when you start stripping duties from someone. Next thing you know they become bored and begin loosing their jest for life. Then comes the getting fat and sleeping all the time. Life becomes only a pain to be dreaded each day. No! I'll not cook my own breakfast! I'll make the sacrifice for Glenda's continued joy for living. A man has got to be wary of doing the wrong thing all of the time!
Believe it or not but we did take the tritoon out for an hour or so yesterday afternoon. We stopped at a neighbors across the inlet and took them with us. I can't hear doodle squat while I'm on a boat so I just haft to hope they enjoyed the trip and will forgive any wrong answers or wrong subject statements that I might have made. I enjoyed it anyway.
"Don't say you don't have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Helen Keller, Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Leonardo da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein."-- H. Jackson Brown, Author of "Life's Little Instruction Book"
Monday, July 19, 2004
July 19
A tad cloudy this morning but at 68 degrees we're not complaining. I haven't heard the forecast and it doesn't concern me all that much. At my age a surprise is as welcome as can be no matter where it comes from. Well I'd rule out a few things like potting in my drawers and such. Major surprises like that could make for a crappy day. I've seen adult diapers so I guess that is a possibility. Yuk! Old does have it's downsides but I don't sit around wishing to be young again. I earned the me that I am and I'm not all that unhappy about it! Thinking back, that was a terrible crooked and sometimes rough road from there to here. With all of it's hilly ups and downs, I'm too set in my ways to ever want to travel that long road again.
Southern folks probably have it right. RETARD - Verb. To stop working. Usage: "My granpaw retard at age 65." Some aspects of life can certainly dent ones mentality. Yep, I put on long pants this morning with the intentions of playing woodsman for a little while by doing a few more of the woodsman tricks as in cutting a few trees and stacking them in the pile. You never can tell what might strike your fancy when you're retard. I'm lovin it! I think I'll wear a cap, or what is that about bees in your bonnet? Maybe I won't wear anything on my head after all. No bees please!
Yesterday the contractors wife got her last load of furnishings and brought us the house key. After she left we went over and looked at the place. What is wrong can be righted with the exception of a missing $800 pressure washer. I guess the contractor need that on a job somewhere. She did tell us that a guy down the street had a couple of the neighbor's ladders, a post hole digger and a shovel that her husband had taken there to use. The neighbor was supposed to bring back but hasn't yet.
Tomi seems might neigh normal this morning and did use his litter box during the night. It doesn't take much to make old folks happy and that sure slapped a huge smile across my face this morning. I know it might be hard to imagine smiling happily as one cleans out a litter box but it can happen. He has had his morning petting time and now he's trying to catch up on his sleep laying on the window ledge. A Lark comes to mind, as in happy as.
The greater part of our happiness depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances.----Martha Washington
Southern folks probably have it right. RETARD - Verb. To stop working. Usage: "My granpaw retard at age 65." Some aspects of life can certainly dent ones mentality. Yep, I put on long pants this morning with the intentions of playing woodsman for a little while by doing a few more of the woodsman tricks as in cutting a few trees and stacking them in the pile. You never can tell what might strike your fancy when you're retard. I'm lovin it! I think I'll wear a cap, or what is that about bees in your bonnet? Maybe I won't wear anything on my head after all. No bees please!
Yesterday the contractors wife got her last load of furnishings and brought us the house key. After she left we went over and looked at the place. What is wrong can be righted with the exception of a missing $800 pressure washer. I guess the contractor need that on a job somewhere. She did tell us that a guy down the street had a couple of the neighbor's ladders, a post hole digger and a shovel that her husband had taken there to use. The neighbor was supposed to bring back but hasn't yet.
Tomi seems might neigh normal this morning and did use his litter box during the night. It doesn't take much to make old folks happy and that sure slapped a huge smile across my face this morning. I know it might be hard to imagine smiling happily as one cleans out a litter box but it can happen. He has had his morning petting time and now he's trying to catch up on his sleep laying on the window ledge. A Lark comes to mind, as in happy as.
The greater part of our happiness depends on our dispositions and not on our circumstances.----Martha Washington
Sunday, July 18, 2004
July 18
I don't believe that I have mentioned the near accident on the way home from Branson but as it happened I turned my signal to change lanes and as I looked back I had plenty of room to move over into the passing lane. The guy driving a nasty looking black Volvo that I pulled in front of seemed to have disagreed and gave a long honk of his horn. I didn't salute him or anything but did give him a wave over my shoulder as I drove on. Well, he must have been having a bad day because he dogged us and at a terrible inopportune time, as I was still in the passing lane he without signaling, pulled over into our lane forcing me to leave the road. This was just at the end of the Grand Glaze Bridge were I was quickly running out of shoulder so I goosed it and passed him and the car in front of him then pulled back onto the road way. Thinking back I believe I might have been able to get slowed enough after I was on the shoulder to let him go on but I really didn't want to be too close to him if I could prevent it. Anyway it worked out just fine and I didn't scare anyone in our car very badly. I don't know about the poor innocent folks in other car that I passed on the left. Life is just a dream isn't it?
The lady next door is supposed to be gone today. We've never seen her husband back but we could have missed him so I guess he is still free somewhere. She had a couple guys help her move some stuff out of the house yesterday. She told Russell she would be back for the rest today.
Tomi hasn't used his box for two days now. A trip to the vet for him begins this way. We feed him a particular kind of feed that is supposed to prevent the kidney stones or urinary track stones or what ever the heck it is that cats are prone to have but it might have lost it's effectiveness. He is still drinking water so it all may come to pass anyway.
I wasn't sleeping so I got up at 3:20 to 67 degree weather this morning. I just love it! It does make for a pretty long day but I've enough to keep busy so it will go quick enough. Might get a little draggy around mid-afternoon but I won't be on anyone's payroll so who cares.
How do you know if honesty is the best policy unless you've tried some of the others?
The lady next door is supposed to be gone today. We've never seen her husband back but we could have missed him so I guess he is still free somewhere. She had a couple guys help her move some stuff out of the house yesterday. She told Russell she would be back for the rest today.
Tomi hasn't used his box for two days now. A trip to the vet for him begins this way. We feed him a particular kind of feed that is supposed to prevent the kidney stones or urinary track stones or what ever the heck it is that cats are prone to have but it might have lost it's effectiveness. He is still drinking water so it all may come to pass anyway.
I wasn't sleeping so I got up at 3:20 to 67 degree weather this morning. I just love it! It does make for a pretty long day but I've enough to keep busy so it will go quick enough. Might get a little draggy around mid-afternoon but I won't be on anyone's payroll so who cares.
How do you know if honesty is the best policy unless you've tried some of the others?
Saturday, July 17, 2004
July 17
Well I did get a few more trees cut yesterday but I stayed away from the bees. I just can't believe that when my time comes the Lord will send it in the form of a bee. Lost two pounds too!
Glenda's Mom and Ruth met Glenda at the bowling alley yesterday then came home with her to spend the night. Lena beat Glenda in bowling two out of the three games. Lena is no spring chicken but she sure can bowl! She and Ruth will probably head back to Jeff City sometime this afternoon.
We had some rain first thing yesterday, accompanied by some big time thunder and lighting. Got almost an inch and a half in about and hour and a half then it cleared up and we enjoyed a fairly cool sunshiny day.
A Morgan County Deputy came to the house next door again yesterday. The contractors wife let him in to search the house for the contractor. I guess he wasn't there. She told Russell that the 1:00 am activity the other night was her sister picking up the baby. Funny when Glenda asked her about family during her depressing suicide speech the other day she never mentioned a sister at all, only mentioned a very, according to her, manipulative mother living in Saint Louis who tried to take her children from her at one time.
We thought they moved in a couple truck loads of household goods including two beds about four weeks ago but she keeps saying she will be out of there by this weekend. Here it is the weekend and not a thing but the baby has been moved out as far as we can tell. They might have moved some during the night but I'd think we would have noticed. She says she has got a place in Osage Beach to move to.
Before the contractor disappeared he did finish a new deck that he was building down the road for a guy. It doesn't look all that great but the guy is happy with it and paid the wife what little the contractor was owed.
I know this is probably boring to you but out here in the sticks we have got to get our excitement in anyway we can. I supposed I could go into the mowing, trimming the ivy, weed-eating and leaf blowing jobs but as exciting it is for me to be able to do those jobs I'm inclined to believe it wouldn't work to be that interesting for you.
It's true that I'm not forced to send anything and nothing probably would be more interesting but I enjoy this! It is one of the finest forms of communication in my opinion. No one to interrupt you in the middle of a sentence with a irrelevant question or begin telling you one of their past deeds before you get to finish yours.
I do have this friend that has never heard any ending to any of my tales. I mean he never has! After a few words from me he comes on with his stories, all of which I've heard nineteen times before, tho he does sometimes make a few subtle changes or mistakes it still wears me out. He is still a very nice guy. The bad part about it is he doesn't have computer but I'm working on that.
The best part finally got here! THE END!
Glenda's Mom and Ruth met Glenda at the bowling alley yesterday then came home with her to spend the night. Lena beat Glenda in bowling two out of the three games. Lena is no spring chicken but she sure can bowl! She and Ruth will probably head back to Jeff City sometime this afternoon.
We had some rain first thing yesterday, accompanied by some big time thunder and lighting. Got almost an inch and a half in about and hour and a half then it cleared up and we enjoyed a fairly cool sunshiny day.
A Morgan County Deputy came to the house next door again yesterday. The contractors wife let him in to search the house for the contractor. I guess he wasn't there. She told Russell that the 1:00 am activity the other night was her sister picking up the baby. Funny when Glenda asked her about family during her depressing suicide speech the other day she never mentioned a sister at all, only mentioned a very, according to her, manipulative mother living in Saint Louis who tried to take her children from her at one time.
We thought they moved in a couple truck loads of household goods including two beds about four weeks ago but she keeps saying she will be out of there by this weekend. Here it is the weekend and not a thing but the baby has been moved out as far as we can tell. They might have moved some during the night but I'd think we would have noticed. She says she has got a place in Osage Beach to move to.
Before the contractor disappeared he did finish a new deck that he was building down the road for a guy. It doesn't look all that great but the guy is happy with it and paid the wife what little the contractor was owed.
I know this is probably boring to you but out here in the sticks we have got to get our excitement in anyway we can. I supposed I could go into the mowing, trimming the ivy, weed-eating and leaf blowing jobs but as exciting it is for me to be able to do those jobs I'm inclined to believe it wouldn't work to be that interesting for you.
It's true that I'm not forced to send anything and nothing probably would be more interesting but I enjoy this! It is one of the finest forms of communication in my opinion. No one to interrupt you in the middle of a sentence with a irrelevant question or begin telling you one of their past deeds before you get to finish yours.
I do have this friend that has never heard any ending to any of my tales. I mean he never has! After a few words from me he comes on with his stories, all of which I've heard nineteen times before, tho he does sometimes make a few subtle changes or mistakes it still wears me out. He is still a very nice guy. The bad part about it is he doesn't have computer but I'm working on that.
The best part finally got here! THE END!
Friday, July 16, 2004
July 16
Larry and saw went up the hill.
to cut a few little trees.
Knowing not it would soon be thwarted,
by a nest of bees.
Hark, the herald angels sing and I believe I heard them! After getting stung one time on the top of my head, and seeing a whole passel of bee's flying around a place in the ground near where the tree I cut had been standing, I calmly pushed the off switch and left the area. Put the saw back into it's box and drove home. There I put the saw up and went into the house. My palms and fingers was so itchy I could hardly stand it! My feet itched too. Because of a reaction to a sting on my hand over two years ago where my whole arm swelled up and stayed that way for three days, I told Glenda we might need to make a visit to the emergency room in Osage Beach.
The hands including between the fingers was itching unmercifully along with my feet and toes. My complete body turned wet with perspiration. Glenda gave me two Benadryl capsules so I sat down to wait for them to work their magic. Instead my lips began to swell, I developed a rash on the insides of both arms up to my arm pits and also a rash across my stomach. My eyes became blood red and my whole head and neck began to throb and itch. My breathing got raspy, my hands swelled and indigestion set in. I was a mess and in wet clothes!
We went to the emergency room after stopping at the fire station to see if they had a bee kit or whatever it's called. He said they were not allowed to make injections but he would call an ambulance. When we told him that we would just go on over to the emergency room at Osage Beach he asked if we had a cell phone. He told us of a possible shock reaction that could swell and constrict my breathing passages. We might need to call for help before we got there. That along with the raspy breathing and the shortness of breath fairly well scared both Glenda and I. She warned me as we drove off that I WAS NOT TO GO INTO ANY KIND OF SHOCK!
At the emergency room they started an IV and ran several medicines through it. I think one was a liquid Benadryl but I'm not sure. After laying there for almost two hours where my blood pressure dropped as low as 102/53 the swelling of my lips seemed to lessen and most of the itching stopped. They let us go with a prescription for Prednisone which we had filled and came home.
They did say that reactions to another sting would come a lot faster and I took it to be that they would be worse too. They wouldn't give me a prescription for a bee sting kit anyway. I have to see my own doctor which is on the list for August 18. They also praised Glenda for giving me the two Benadryl capsules.
Things began to get better yesterday evening and this morning there are no signs of the trauma at all.
The most terrible results of the trauma will soon be evident when we receive it in the mail in the form of a bill.......
I'm wanting to slip back up there and pour gasoline down the hole but the rain and Glenda are preventing me getting my revenge. Heck, they may be saving my life.
After cutting the tree and getting stung I realized one of the truest forms of "cut and run" but I held it to a slow pace not wanting to get the stuff flowing thru my system any faster that it was. I can hardly believe that a tiny bee that couldn't shoot me but with a very tiny amount of stuff could cause so much reaction.
Unfortunately I gained three pounds that I'll credit all the medicine they poured into me along with the days inactivity.
Because of the rain I guess it's back to the old Tread Mill.
"All's well that ends well" And here is the end. Say, it did provide a subject for this typing. What a deal!
to cut a few little trees.
Knowing not it would soon be thwarted,
by a nest of bees.
Hark, the herald angels sing and I believe I heard them! After getting stung one time on the top of my head, and seeing a whole passel of bee's flying around a place in the ground near where the tree I cut had been standing, I calmly pushed the off switch and left the area. Put the saw back into it's box and drove home. There I put the saw up and went into the house. My palms and fingers was so itchy I could hardly stand it! My feet itched too. Because of a reaction to a sting on my hand over two years ago where my whole arm swelled up and stayed that way for three days, I told Glenda we might need to make a visit to the emergency room in Osage Beach.
The hands including between the fingers was itching unmercifully along with my feet and toes. My complete body turned wet with perspiration. Glenda gave me two Benadryl capsules so I sat down to wait for them to work their magic. Instead my lips began to swell, I developed a rash on the insides of both arms up to my arm pits and also a rash across my stomach. My eyes became blood red and my whole head and neck began to throb and itch. My breathing got raspy, my hands swelled and indigestion set in. I was a mess and in wet clothes!
We went to the emergency room after stopping at the fire station to see if they had a bee kit or whatever it's called. He said they were not allowed to make injections but he would call an ambulance. When we told him that we would just go on over to the emergency room at Osage Beach he asked if we had a cell phone. He told us of a possible shock reaction that could swell and constrict my breathing passages. We might need to call for help before we got there. That along with the raspy breathing and the shortness of breath fairly well scared both Glenda and I. She warned me as we drove off that I WAS NOT TO GO INTO ANY KIND OF SHOCK!
At the emergency room they started an IV and ran several medicines through it. I think one was a liquid Benadryl but I'm not sure. After laying there for almost two hours where my blood pressure dropped as low as 102/53 the swelling of my lips seemed to lessen and most of the itching stopped. They let us go with a prescription for Prednisone which we had filled and came home.
They did say that reactions to another sting would come a lot faster and I took it to be that they would be worse too. They wouldn't give me a prescription for a bee sting kit anyway. I have to see my own doctor which is on the list for August 18. They also praised Glenda for giving me the two Benadryl capsules.
Things began to get better yesterday evening and this morning there are no signs of the trauma at all.
The most terrible results of the trauma will soon be evident when we receive it in the mail in the form of a bill.......
I'm wanting to slip back up there and pour gasoline down the hole but the rain and Glenda are preventing me getting my revenge. Heck, they may be saving my life.
After cutting the tree and getting stung I realized one of the truest forms of "cut and run" but I held it to a slow pace not wanting to get the stuff flowing thru my system any faster that it was. I can hardly believe that a tiny bee that couldn't shoot me but with a very tiny amount of stuff could cause so much reaction.
Unfortunately I gained three pounds that I'll credit all the medicine they poured into me along with the days inactivity.
Because of the rain I guess it's back to the old Tread Mill.
"All's well that ends well" And here is the end. Say, it did provide a subject for this typing. What a deal!
Thursday, July 15, 2004
July 15
Another day like no other, similar maybe, but all days are unique in their own way. It's up to each of us to mold it into a happy fashion. I'm happy cutting trees so I'm thinking I'll go back to that today. Dragging them up the hill to the pile isn't much on making happy but after you quit for the day the cleared out area puts a smile on your face. Work like that makes you appreciate a lot more things you have. Like the recliner and a simple little bottle of water.
Who says we live so far out that excitement can't reach us? Yesterday when we got back from Wal-Mart where I traded our new found F20 weed-eater and $11 for a FX26 double stringed one, we saw two sheriff's deputies cars next door. They were here to arrest a supposedly contractor who has been staying there with his family. He was supposed to be working on the house getting it ready to sell but I don't think he has done much. He has done absolutely nothing to the outside but create a huge pile of junk. He is wanted on two warrants but they wouldn't tell us what they were. Anyway he wasn't there again. Around 1:00 am this morning there was some activity at the house. After watching for a little bit, we surmised the guy came for his clothes. If it was him he wasn't there long enough to call a deputy.
The wife is a case! According to her this is her third marriage and it was supposed to be the one. The deputies were here Monday for the guy but he wasn't here then either. The story from her was that after a squabble a day or two earlier he had told her that he was tried of all her crap, told her he was going to Texas then left. She said he had called her Tuesday to tell her the car was parked at Lowe's with the key on the tire if she wanted to go pick it up which she did. We talked to her yesterday and she told us that her children would be better off without her. She had no idea how she was going to be able to support them and in the conversation she mentioned suicide several times. I got a little concerned but Glenda has me convinced now that she is only playing a poor pity me role. I believe she knew where her husband was all the time and I bet she knows where he is now too. We're told she said that she will be out of the house next door by the week-end.
Good is what I say!
Larry and saw went up the hill,
cutting to make the woods brighter.
Then they'll quit for the day,
happily a pound or two lighter.....Burma Shave
Who says we live so far out that excitement can't reach us? Yesterday when we got back from Wal-Mart where I traded our new found F20 weed-eater and $11 for a FX26 double stringed one, we saw two sheriff's deputies cars next door. They were here to arrest a supposedly contractor who has been staying there with his family. He was supposed to be working on the house getting it ready to sell but I don't think he has done much. He has done absolutely nothing to the outside but create a huge pile of junk. He is wanted on two warrants but they wouldn't tell us what they were. Anyway he wasn't there again. Around 1:00 am this morning there was some activity at the house. After watching for a little bit, we surmised the guy came for his clothes. If it was him he wasn't there long enough to call a deputy.
The wife is a case! According to her this is her third marriage and it was supposed to be the one. The deputies were here Monday for the guy but he wasn't here then either. The story from her was that after a squabble a day or two earlier he had told her that he was tried of all her crap, told her he was going to Texas then left. She said he had called her Tuesday to tell her the car was parked at Lowe's with the key on the tire if she wanted to go pick it up which she did. We talked to her yesterday and she told us that her children would be better off without her. She had no idea how she was going to be able to support them and in the conversation she mentioned suicide several times. I got a little concerned but Glenda has me convinced now that she is only playing a poor pity me role. I believe she knew where her husband was all the time and I bet she knows where he is now too. We're told she said that she will be out of the house next door by the week-end.
Good is what I say!
Larry and saw went up the hill,
cutting to make the woods brighter.
Then they'll quit for the day,
happily a pound or two lighter.....Burma Shave
Wednesday, July 14, 2004
July 14
We had a great time at Branson with the Truesdells! Went to three shows, two of them were very good while one was only mediocre. That one was aboard the showboat Branson Belle. Of course it did have a few highlights, namely the ventriloquist, Todd Oliver and his dogs Irving and Lucy. The guy had a really good act! This was a dinner cruise that didn't take off till the show started and returned to the dock before the show ended so we didn't see anything of the lake except what we could see from the dock. The food was edible but nothing to brag about. I doubt that would be a place we would return to.
The other two shows were sooo good I'd recommend them to anyone. Mickey Gilley's show and the Paul Harris country music and comedy show. They were both right next to the Lodge of the Ozarks where we stayed so we walked to them. Paul Harris was good enough that I spent $10 for his CD. Mickey is or will be 68 years old but he is quite a performer and still a very good singer.
On the way home we stopped at the Sam's Club in Springfield. As we left there and pulled out onto Sunshine Street there was a weed-eater box laying in the middle of the street with people driving around it. Someone said it was probably just an empty box but I stopped and jumped out to get it anyway. To our surprise it contained a brand new, Feather Light, weed-eater. I stuck it in the car and drove off. It had a price tag from Wal-Mart attached, $68.76. I may need to return that baby!
I'm thinking today may be a day of rest and relaxation. Just too old for those real days and very short nights. If a smile can be one's umbrella the lack of needed sleep has left me a mite exposed. I need more than five or six hours sleep per night!
Just remember, when you're over the hill, you pick up speed. ----- Charles M. Schultz
The other two shows were sooo good I'd recommend them to anyone. Mickey Gilley's show and the Paul Harris country music and comedy show. They were both right next to the Lodge of the Ozarks where we stayed so we walked to them. Paul Harris was good enough that I spent $10 for his CD. Mickey is or will be 68 years old but he is quite a performer and still a very good singer.
On the way home we stopped at the Sam's Club in Springfield. As we left there and pulled out onto Sunshine Street there was a weed-eater box laying in the middle of the street with people driving around it. Someone said it was probably just an empty box but I stopped and jumped out to get it anyway. To our surprise it contained a brand new, Feather Light, weed-eater. I stuck it in the car and drove off. It had a price tag from Wal-Mart attached, $68.76. I may need to return that baby!
I'm thinking today may be a day of rest and relaxation. Just too old for those real days and very short nights. If a smile can be one's umbrella the lack of needed sleep has left me a mite exposed. I need more than five or six hours sleep per night!
Just remember, when you're over the hill, you pick up speed. ----- Charles M. Schultz
Sunday, July 11, 2004
July 11
Great days seem to always happen to us and we're thankful! Yesterday was another one. We did a lot of work around the house, most of it being outside, Glenda melted pretty quickly. She gave it up around one in the afternoon, came in, fixed us a bite of lunch, then to the shower she proceeded. I'm telling you the little bit of heat and the whole lot of humidity slips up on you and causes a worry about the getting old or more mature effects that your body has developed.
Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase, the fellow took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause of a lesser amount,
And he answered, "Because of the Senior Discount."
I went to McDonald's for a burger and fries,
And there, once again, got quite a surprise.
The clerk poured some coffee, which he handed to me,
And said, "For you Seniors, the coffee is free."
Understand, I'm not old, I'm merely mature,
But some things are changing, temporarily, I'm sure.
The newspaper print gets smaller each day,
And people speak softer - I can't hear what they say.
My teeth are my own (I have the receipt),
And my glasses identify people I meet.
Oh, I've slowed down a bit, not a lot, I am sure.
You see, I'm not old... I'm only mature!
The gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun,
You should see all the damage that chlorine has done!
Washing my hair has turned it all white,
But don't call it gray - saying "blond" is just right.
My friends all get older... much faster than me!
They seem much more wrinkled, from what I can see.
I've got "character lines", not wrinkles, for sure,
But don't call me old - just call me mature.
The steps in the houses they're building today
Are so high that they take your breath all away.
And the streets are much steeper than ten years ago.
That should explain why my walking is slow.
But I'm keeping up on what's hip and what's new,
And I think I can still dance a mean boogaloo.
I'm still in the running, in this I'm secure,
I'm not getting old - I'm only mature!
~ Author Unknown ~
A neighboring couple has invited us to a couple of days in Branson, Missouri that we're going to take advantage of today. They have some kind of deal down there where an overnight stay costs near nothing. We're heading out around 8:30 and don't plan on being back until Tuesday sometime.
Our neighbor Russell, has consented to keep Mikey and check on Tomi every day, so we're covered. Money for a few shows might be a problem but Glenda says she has that taken care of too. Her that, might create a problem later in the week when we need a few groceries but what the heck, who knows if who or anyone will still be around next week. I guess we'll just take our chances.
A break for you........................Till we type again...............
When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food, and the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies with yourself. ---Tecumseh, Shawnee Chief
Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.
From my purchase, the fellow took off ten percent.
I asked for the cause of a lesser amount,
And he answered, "Because of the Senior Discount."
I went to McDonald's for a burger and fries,
And there, once again, got quite a surprise.
The clerk poured some coffee, which he handed to me,
And said, "For you Seniors, the coffee is free."
Understand, I'm not old, I'm merely mature,
But some things are changing, temporarily, I'm sure.
The newspaper print gets smaller each day,
And people speak softer - I can't hear what they say.
My teeth are my own (I have the receipt),
And my glasses identify people I meet.
Oh, I've slowed down a bit, not a lot, I am sure.
You see, I'm not old... I'm only mature!
The gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun,
You should see all the damage that chlorine has done!
Washing my hair has turned it all white,
But don't call it gray - saying "blond" is just right.
My friends all get older... much faster than me!
They seem much more wrinkled, from what I can see.
I've got "character lines", not wrinkles, for sure,
But don't call me old - just call me mature.
The steps in the houses they're building today
Are so high that they take your breath all away.
And the streets are much steeper than ten years ago.
That should explain why my walking is slow.
But I'm keeping up on what's hip and what's new,
And I think I can still dance a mean boogaloo.
I'm still in the running, in this I'm secure,
I'm not getting old - I'm only mature!
~ Author Unknown ~
A neighboring couple has invited us to a couple of days in Branson, Missouri that we're going to take advantage of today. They have some kind of deal down there where an overnight stay costs near nothing. We're heading out around 8:30 and don't plan on being back until Tuesday sometime.
Our neighbor Russell, has consented to keep Mikey and check on Tomi every day, so we're covered. Money for a few shows might be a problem but Glenda says she has that taken care of too. Her that, might create a problem later in the week when we need a few groceries but what the heck, who knows if who or anyone will still be around next week. I guess we'll just take our chances.
A break for you........................Till we type again...............
When you arise in the morning, give thanks for the morning light, for your life and strength. Give thanks for your food, and the joy of living. If you see no reason for giving thanks, the fault lies with yourself. ---Tecumseh, Shawnee Chief
Saturday, July 10, 2004
July 10
I'm afraid there is going to be a big robbery today! At least with the humidity so high and the temperature reaching into the lower nineties could result in many people feeling mugged by the end of the day. Muggy weather steals your strength and takes some of your desire for outdoor activities too. I'm as sure as always that we'll be able to wade through it just fine. Yep, wade through it. When the atmosphere gets that thick you wade through it.
The painter had a good day yesterday. The forecasted rain missed us someway, so they got a lot done. He's down to about a half day left but said he wouldn't be back till Monday. He's done pretty good so far and we have no complaints.
I didn't realize it but all those ticks I keep getting could help me become successful if Dennis knows what he's talking about. The secret to success is to start from scratch and keep on scratching. ----Dennis Green
I really do try being a kind and thoughtful person. It not being a normal trait of me, I'm forced to work hard at it. Now it turns out even when I'm not, I am. I'm pretty thoughtless this morning consequently making this message a very short one which deems me kind and Thoughtful.......Huh? Lets run that by one more time........
The painter had a good day yesterday. The forecasted rain missed us someway, so they got a lot done. He's down to about a half day left but said he wouldn't be back till Monday. He's done pretty good so far and we have no complaints.
I didn't realize it but all those ticks I keep getting could help me become successful if Dennis knows what he's talking about. The secret to success is to start from scratch and keep on scratching. ----Dennis Green
I really do try being a kind and thoughtful person. It not being a normal trait of me, I'm forced to work hard at it. Now it turns out even when I'm not, I am. I'm pretty thoughtless this morning consequently making this message a very short one which deems me kind and Thoughtful.......Huh? Lets run that by one more time........
July 9
Another day with rain in the forecast along with lots of heat and humidity. Yesterday we didn't get a lick of rain but it did look very possible a couple times. The painters painted all day and could be finished in one more good day of painting. The clouds make it questionable if today will be the day or not.
Yesterday was a good one for me. I lost three pounds playing in the woods. It was so hot and humid, I got to where I had to set down for a few minutes between dragging those young cut trees up the hill. I know I've been calling them sprouts but after dragging a bunch of the twenty to twenty five feet tall saplings up that hill to the pile I'm now saying they are trees! Some I had to cut into two pieces to be able to drag them out. Coming home sopping wet made it a two shower, two clothes change and nine tick day. I'm ready to have another go at it after bit. Just lovin it!
Now if someone had asked me to clear the area I would probably do it reluctantly as I bitched and moaned about it. If offered pay to do it I'm pretty sure I would have declined the whole job. Heck if I wanted a paying job I'd sure find one a lot easier than doing this. Thankfully, I still don't want a job. I'm only doing what I want to do, and only when I want to. What a neat way to live!
Living on the lake is so wonderful. We've had the Tritoon out only one time this year but will probably take it out a couple more times before the year is out. The old bass boat hasn't even been started yet. The boats probably aren't worth much but along with insurance and the dock we have a pretty good investment just sitting there going to waste. We need to sell out and move. Anyone interested or know someone that might be?
Moving on down here brings us to the end of another nothing session. The part that is purposely incorporated into every message to enable readers something to look forward to.
Yesterday was a good one for me. I lost three pounds playing in the woods. It was so hot and humid, I got to where I had to set down for a few minutes between dragging those young cut trees up the hill. I know I've been calling them sprouts but after dragging a bunch of the twenty to twenty five feet tall saplings up that hill to the pile I'm now saying they are trees! Some I had to cut into two pieces to be able to drag them out. Coming home sopping wet made it a two shower, two clothes change and nine tick day. I'm ready to have another go at it after bit. Just lovin it!
Now if someone had asked me to clear the area I would probably do it reluctantly as I bitched and moaned about it. If offered pay to do it I'm pretty sure I would have declined the whole job. Heck if I wanted a paying job I'd sure find one a lot easier than doing this. Thankfully, I still don't want a job. I'm only doing what I want to do, and only when I want to. What a neat way to live!
Living on the lake is so wonderful. We've had the Tritoon out only one time this year but will probably take it out a couple more times before the year is out. The old bass boat hasn't even been started yet. The boats probably aren't worth much but along with insurance and the dock we have a pretty good investment just sitting there going to waste. We need to sell out and move. Anyone interested or know someone that might be?
Moving on down here brings us to the end of another nothing session. The part that is purposely incorporated into every message to enable readers something to look forward to.
Thursday, July 08, 2004
July 8
According to the little calendar I keep it was very humid and 78 degrees at 5:30 am last year. This year humidity has got to be greater but the temp at 5:30 was only 70. Rain is in the forecast but it doesn't look rainy at this time.
The painters were here yesterday. They have the house finished and only have the 200 feet of railings, the deck and dock surfaces to do. I'll bet they'll be here today in spite of the forecast. This guy is a different breed being a lifetime resident of the area. He is going to be forty right shortly but the big thing is he works. If the weather doesn't look very good he will call and discuss with you if he will be here to paint or not. He provided all the materials and paint for the job yet he didn't ask for any money up front. After Most of the house was finished he did ask for a modest draw on the debt. I would recommend him to anyone that needs something painted or a deck treated. He does good work! Ken Dinwiddie 573-392-1927.
Took my chain saw and cutter to the woods yesterday. I sprayed some Off on my shoes, socks and pant legs. Believe it or not I have not found one tick lost among any of the many skin folds of my body. I guess my rear end doesn't weigh anything because I worked it off yet failed to lose any weight. If things work out I'll give it another try today.
Next is a portion of an email we received. It has been around several times but the message is still excellent!
"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older, that doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."------------87 year old Rose.
Old and worn, I can still roam these hills and climb the steps. I'm doing it slower now but that gives me a chance to see things that I used to rush past. I walk smarter now too. If I want something that is upstairs or in the garage I put it on a list in my head then when the list gets several things on it I make one trip do it all. There is always the chance I'll catch Glenda making a trip and she can bring me my want. Getting old, one can never know how many trips he has left so I try not to use any more than necessary.
If you think education is expensive – try ignorance.----Derek Bok
The painters were here yesterday. They have the house finished and only have the 200 feet of railings, the deck and dock surfaces to do. I'll bet they'll be here today in spite of the forecast. This guy is a different breed being a lifetime resident of the area. He is going to be forty right shortly but the big thing is he works. If the weather doesn't look very good he will call and discuss with you if he will be here to paint or not. He provided all the materials and paint for the job yet he didn't ask for any money up front. After Most of the house was finished he did ask for a modest draw on the debt. I would recommend him to anyone that needs something painted or a deck treated. He does good work! Ken Dinwiddie 573-392-1927.
Took my chain saw and cutter to the woods yesterday. I sprayed some Off on my shoes, socks and pant legs. Believe it or not I have not found one tick lost among any of the many skin folds of my body. I guess my rear end doesn't weigh anything because I worked it off yet failed to lose any weight. If things work out I'll give it another try today.
Next is a portion of an email we received. It has been around several times but the message is still excellent!
"We do not stop playing because we are old; we grow old because we stop playing. There are only four secrets to staying young, being happy, and achieving success. You have to laugh and find humor every day. You've got to have a dream. When you lose your dreams, you die. We have so many people walking around who are dead and don't even know it! There is a huge difference between growing older and growing up. If you are nineteen years old and lie in bed for one full year and don't do one productive thing, you will turn twenty years old. If I am eighty-seven years old and stay in bed for a year and never do anything I will turn eighty-eight. Anybody can grow older, that doesn't take any talent or ability. The idea is to grow up by always finding opportunity in change. Have no regrets. The elderly usually don't have regrets for what we did, but rather for things we did not do. The only people who fear death are those with regrets."------------87 year old Rose.
Old and worn, I can still roam these hills and climb the steps. I'm doing it slower now but that gives me a chance to see things that I used to rush past. I walk smarter now too. If I want something that is upstairs or in the garage I put it on a list in my head then when the list gets several things on it I make one trip do it all. There is always the chance I'll catch Glenda making a trip and she can bring me my want. Getting old, one can never know how many trips he has left so I try not to use any more than necessary.
If you think education is expensive – try ignorance.----Derek Bok
Wednesday, July 07, 2004
July 7
Yesterday turned out to be a fine day weather wise but Book reading was still the most popular activity. The painters called, said he had decided not to come because of the terrible looking morning and the lousy weather forecast. It turned out he missed a good day to paint. He is already here with his helper ready to go this morning.
I'm still suffering with the mental constipation effect and because of that, thought I would treat you by not being very wordy for once. Just a notice that we are wishing for you a grand day!
I'm still suffering with the mental constipation effect and because of that, thought I would treat you by not being very wordy for once. Just a notice that we are wishing for you a grand day!
July 6
Here we go down that long road again.......Or is that wrong road? Or song road? Anyway, as we begin down the road of this day the weather is playing the same old song. Cloudy with the threat and forecast of rain. For the last three days I've dumped 1/2 inch from our gauge each day. It wouldn't surprise me if we dump the same today. Hey! If I hump my back and shoulders when I dump it, could that be a Humpty Dumpty? We have the gauge pretty close to the house. Does that mean we live near a dump? I wonder if I just type this stuff so folks will have a simple reason to dump on me, thereby avoiding criticism of my real and most sensitive faults? Give folks something easy and maybe they won't dig around.
We're subscribed to receive a daily weather report from a TV station in Las Vegas. He almost always gives us a smile!
I hope you had a happy and safe Independence Day weekend. A lot of streets around town are still littered with fireworks remnants. It shouldn't be much of a problem by Tuesday afternoon, because all of the asphalt will melt. Look for tons of sun, with a high of 106. Some neighborhoods will top 110. The morning low will be near 80 (for about 5 minutes). A light southerly breeze (5-15 mph) in the afternoon.
We've been sleeping in till around 6:00 for about the last week. Somehow my desire to 'gitup' has wondered off and I can't find it. A couple of the days I can contribute to reading till 1:00 a.m. but good solid reasons for all the other days still remains covert. I can't speak for Glenda but I've noticed that her 5:00 a.m. habit has been dormant too.
One of my morning things is typing this junk but the, weird-ass mind, as Glenda calls it, that resides in the huge body that I've prepared for it to ride around in, has maliciously drawn attention to my awareness part, that the typings are boring, uninteresting and without taste. This has greatly lessened the desire for this daily deed and may have had an impact on the 'gitup' factor.
The left side of my brain must be having problems replacing the daily cell loss. It might be the right side, anyway which ever side is the creative one. I suppose the easiest answer would be the complete brain is having the production problem and the portion that had the 'gitup' is suffering the most of all.
It might be such a simple thing as the lessened intake of protein. We have backslid somewhat on our, near free carb, eating habit and have been sticking all kinds of things in our mouths. That hasn't caused any weight gain yet but has injected a false but near full time hunger thought that may be complicating the regular thought process. We've started the correction with fried pork steak for the last two evening meals but so far we are still short of the cure and may require many more. Everyday would work for me. It has it's clue's that it will work. No matter where I am, when Glenda calls me to fried pork steak, my 'gitup' gets into place very quickly. Unfortunately, after the meal it goes back into hiding.
"Where there is life there is hope" and along with some prayer we may be able to track down that evasive 'gitup' and the missing desire and put them back in their place to stay for awhile!
A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices.
We're subscribed to receive a daily weather report from a TV station in Las Vegas. He almost always gives us a smile!
I hope you had a happy and safe Independence Day weekend. A lot of streets around town are still littered with fireworks remnants. It shouldn't be much of a problem by Tuesday afternoon, because all of the asphalt will melt. Look for tons of sun, with a high of 106. Some neighborhoods will top 110. The morning low will be near 80 (for about 5 minutes). A light southerly breeze (5-15 mph) in the afternoon.
We've been sleeping in till around 6:00 for about the last week. Somehow my desire to 'gitup' has wondered off and I can't find it. A couple of the days I can contribute to reading till 1:00 a.m. but good solid reasons for all the other days still remains covert. I can't speak for Glenda but I've noticed that her 5:00 a.m. habit has been dormant too.
One of my morning things is typing this junk but the, weird-ass mind, as Glenda calls it, that resides in the huge body that I've prepared for it to ride around in, has maliciously drawn attention to my awareness part, that the typings are boring, uninteresting and without taste. This has greatly lessened the desire for this daily deed and may have had an impact on the 'gitup' factor.
The left side of my brain must be having problems replacing the daily cell loss. It might be the right side, anyway which ever side is the creative one. I suppose the easiest answer would be the complete brain is having the production problem and the portion that had the 'gitup' is suffering the most of all.
It might be such a simple thing as the lessened intake of protein. We have backslid somewhat on our, near free carb, eating habit and have been sticking all kinds of things in our mouths. That hasn't caused any weight gain yet but has injected a false but near full time hunger thought that may be complicating the regular thought process. We've started the correction with fried pork steak for the last two evening meals but so far we are still short of the cure and may require many more. Everyday would work for me. It has it's clue's that it will work. No matter where I am, when Glenda calls me to fried pork steak, my 'gitup' gets into place very quickly. Unfortunately, after the meal it goes back into hiding.
"Where there is life there is hope" and along with some prayer we may be able to track down that evasive 'gitup' and the missing desire and put them back in their place to stay for awhile!
A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices.
Monday, July 05, 2004
July 5
Oh, what a beautiful morning, oh, what a beautiful day. Here, that would only apply to full-timers that are without a house full of company. The storms struck first thing this morning, and as we hear about it, uprooting quite a few trees, downing many limbs, flickering the electricity and in at least four places downing electrical lines. A house full of company might be a house full for several hours. On the other hand it could encourage an early departure for some. They would miss the sunshine that is supposed to appear for several hours before the next storm line that is expected sometime this afternoon.
This weekend hasn't been too bad with a lot fewer boats than everyone expected. Unless the sixty mile per hour winds, reported in some areas, come through and take our dock, I believe it will survive another holiday just fine. I believe I could have checked the dock out yesterday without a safety rope so you can see the water hasn't been all that bad.
Thought problems this morning caused me to go to the blog and re-read some of the earlier sent messages in search of a glimmer of inspiration. I failed but I did notice there had evidently been many a message sent inspirationally insufficient. So what the heck, here is another.
As I set down here each morning my biggest hope is that I might cause a smile here or there but this morning I'm wordily stuck. The only thing I can think of is to throw a picture in and hope for a laugh or at least give you a chance to purge your system of some of the food you might have over-et during the holiday.
The picture was supposed to go here but I don't know how to do it.
This weekend hasn't been too bad with a lot fewer boats than everyone expected. Unless the sixty mile per hour winds, reported in some areas, come through and take our dock, I believe it will survive another holiday just fine. I believe I could have checked the dock out yesterday without a safety rope so you can see the water hasn't been all that bad.
Thought problems this morning caused me to go to the blog and re-read some of the earlier sent messages in search of a glimmer of inspiration. I failed but I did notice there had evidently been many a message sent inspirationally insufficient. So what the heck, here is another.
As I set down here each morning my biggest hope is that I might cause a smile here or there but this morning I'm wordily stuck. The only thing I can think of is to throw a picture in and hope for a laugh or at least give you a chance to purge your system of some of the food you might have over-et during the holiday.
The picture was supposed to go here but I don't know how to do it.
Sunday, July 04, 2004
July 4
HAPPY FOURTH!
Wow, I guess about every person we know took the day off. We are subscribed to a few places and those along with emails from friends usually total a few more than twenty messages a day.........This morning's harvest was only two. I don't know, maybe it was something I said. Everyone knows how prone I am to saying wrong things!
During the course of my working days, I talked to a lot of people and came to the conclusion that most, like me, may tell you what they believe. The belief stated was probably what they truly thought they felt at the time. The next conversation with them and if the same subject should come up, you might be able to detect a slight or sometimes huge difference in their stated belief. Because of my own very changeable views on about anything I've always been able to discount the differences as being a lie and recognize it for what it was.
A simple example along the same line, is when in the heat of a moment you eagerly accept an invitation or even suggest an outing or whatever for in the future. At the time, strongly believing that was what you wanted. Then, you realize just prior to the agreed upon happening that you don't want to go or do and wonder why in the hell you ever agreed upon such a stupid idea in the first place.
Sure, there are those who don't want to be bothered with the thinking process, so they pick a mate or someone else to do their thinking for them. They'll then follow their chosen blindly, truth or untruth be damned . Tho, they have no idea why it is so other than their chosen spoke it, they'll furiously argue it to be the only way. Unfortunately, having given up thinking, they are unable to give a reason for the belief leaving them able to only repeat what their chosen has said or written. I suppose allowing others to do your thinking does simplify life somewhat. Glenda being my chosen qualifies me to say all this.
I'm thinking there may be a few that could possibly misconstrue the above and because of that take offense. With that worry in mind I'll not send it to those whom I think may. If receive this and feel my ignorance is too thick to allow me to realize that leaving you on the receiving list was a huge error, accept my apologies, try to forgive me and please re-read the second paragraph especially noting the words in Italic.
For I'm an ever changing fellow in an ever changing world and I type stuff mostly to keep my brain primed in case something should come up that requires me to use it quick. I'm sure you will say that, if I really have one, I use it very little in these typings.
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change. ~ Richard Bach
Wow, I guess about every person we know took the day off. We are subscribed to a few places and those along with emails from friends usually total a few more than twenty messages a day.........This morning's harvest was only two. I don't know, maybe it was something I said. Everyone knows how prone I am to saying wrong things!
During the course of my working days, I talked to a lot of people and came to the conclusion that most, like me, may tell you what they believe. The belief stated was probably what they truly thought they felt at the time. The next conversation with them and if the same subject should come up, you might be able to detect a slight or sometimes huge difference in their stated belief. Because of my own very changeable views on about anything I've always been able to discount the differences as being a lie and recognize it for what it was.
A simple example along the same line, is when in the heat of a moment you eagerly accept an invitation or even suggest an outing or whatever for in the future. At the time, strongly believing that was what you wanted. Then, you realize just prior to the agreed upon happening that you don't want to go or do and wonder why in the hell you ever agreed upon such a stupid idea in the first place.
Sure, there are those who don't want to be bothered with the thinking process, so they pick a mate or someone else to do their thinking for them. They'll then follow their chosen blindly, truth or untruth be damned . Tho, they have no idea why it is so other than their chosen spoke it, they'll furiously argue it to be the only way. Unfortunately, having given up thinking, they are unable to give a reason for the belief leaving them able to only repeat what their chosen has said or written. I suppose allowing others to do your thinking does simplify life somewhat. Glenda being my chosen qualifies me to say all this.
I'm thinking there may be a few that could possibly misconstrue the above and because of that take offense. With that worry in mind I'll not send it to those whom I think may. If receive this and feel my ignorance is too thick to allow me to realize that leaving you on the receiving list was a huge error, accept my apologies, try to forgive me and please re-read the second paragraph especially noting the words in Italic.
For I'm an ever changing fellow in an ever changing world and I type stuff mostly to keep my brain primed in case something should come up that requires me to use it quick. I'm sure you will say that, if I really have one, I use it very little in these typings.
The simplest questions are the most profound. Where were you born? Where is your home? Where are you going? What are you doing? Think about these once in a while and watch your answers change. ~ Richard Bach
Saturday, July 03, 2004
July 3
I, without regard to sex, creed or race, committed another down and outright murder this morning. Tore the little bastard from my body and crushed it, then flushed it down the stool without the slightest pang of guilt or remorse.
It is hard to believe that a tick could still be hanging around since Wednesday but I've not been anywhere else to get one. I guess it's possible Mikey brought it to me. He takes some kind of pill and while he goes into a lot more of the possible tick sites than we do he seldom gets a tick.
I thought about taking some of his medicine but after reading the directions I'm not sure we could afford enough for my weight. His pills, for a dog weighing up to 25 pounds cost around $38 for six tablets. We give him one a month. Goodness, I would need to spend $50 or a $100 a month just for myself. I'm not sure what the cost would be because for larger heavier dogs the price goes way up.
Some people might think retired folks would be happy to get ticks, the looking and scratching giving them something to do but 'tis not so! We have sooo much to do and it doesn't look like the pile is getting any smaller either. We've always got a lot crap to do and we've done a lot of crap! We do so much that after awhile, what we've done gets to be so much we're forced to call a truck in to pump some it out and haul it away.
In order to lengthen the time between loads we try to find other frugal ways to dispose of some of the crap generated around here. I daily, try to skim a little off the top and move it on out.
What we get out of our system by sending, you can easily and at no direct cost, flush it away. A truck will never be required. Simply click delete and WALLA! you're cleaned up.
Thanks for being there!
It is hard to believe that a tick could still be hanging around since Wednesday but I've not been anywhere else to get one. I guess it's possible Mikey brought it to me. He takes some kind of pill and while he goes into a lot more of the possible tick sites than we do he seldom gets a tick.
I thought about taking some of his medicine but after reading the directions I'm not sure we could afford enough for my weight. His pills, for a dog weighing up to 25 pounds cost around $38 for six tablets. We give him one a month. Goodness, I would need to spend $50 or a $100 a month just for myself. I'm not sure what the cost would be because for larger heavier dogs the price goes way up.
Some people might think retired folks would be happy to get ticks, the looking and scratching giving them something to do but 'tis not so! We have sooo much to do and it doesn't look like the pile is getting any smaller either. We've always got a lot crap to do and we've done a lot of crap! We do so much that after awhile, what we've done gets to be so much we're forced to call a truck in to pump some it out and haul it away.
In order to lengthen the time between loads we try to find other frugal ways to dispose of some of the crap generated around here. I daily, try to skim a little off the top and move it on out.
What we get out of our system by sending, you can easily and at no direct cost, flush it away. A truck will never be required. Simply click delete and WALLA! you're cleaned up.
Thanks for being there!
Friday, July 02, 2004
July 2
We have a day started, that looks like it is capable of producing some rain at any moment. That could deter our painters from taking on the trim today. They've finished the body of the house and Glenda is fairly pleased with the end result so far. Being a ringed nose follower, I'm led right along with that. I haven't always been that easy but a couple of hard jerks of the chain over the course of time, soon has you amenably following along.
Got another tick off my foot this morning. I guess that would make Wednesday a five tick day instead of a four. It's too bad I can't think of anything positive about ticks at this time other than soon after finding one you can call it dead. Being as I weight myself almost everyday I'm able to vouch for the fact they don't seem to eat very much. I'm not sure but I tend to believe that the resulted swelling around the area is caused by your body holding on to some of your nourishing intake, that it then uses to manufacture tick bite fighters. These lumps, with the tiny little bite in the center are not weightless and can help cause the bottom line to mount up. I did get a haircut yesterday which I feel did help offset some of the difference in my current case.
Last year, according to my records, July 2nd was on a Wednesday. That doesn't seem right but it is a lot more closer to fact than what only my memory could produce. It was a day that started out at 70 with a 93% humidity. I can hardly believe the written word but it says we spent quite awhile that day swimming or lolling around in the lake. Lolling around the house sounds okay but swimming here is doubtful for this day.
Glenda invested some money in the game of bingo last night but the investment didn't pay off. I don't know where she is getting her money but now she has her sights set for bowling today. I'm doubtful that we can afford for both of us to participate so I'll most likely stay home. I did go along with her last week and although I bowled terribly I won two of the three pots. They were awfully tiny pots for all the crap involved. They didn't come close to covering even half the bowling costs.
Shucks we've got this home on the lake with a nice view and it's fairly comfortable. The investment divided by the days we're here would be the tally of our daily cost for the pleasure. So far the daily cost is terrible! The only way I see out of it is sell or spend as many days here as I can. Glenda is dragging her foot on the sell part so in the interest of lowering our costs, I'm forced to stay home as often as possible. What people have got to do to make it in this day and age!
"Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out if they've got a second. Give your dreams all you've got, the second wind is where the more intense happiness lies."
Got another tick off my foot this morning. I guess that would make Wednesday a five tick day instead of a four. It's too bad I can't think of anything positive about ticks at this time other than soon after finding one you can call it dead. Being as I weight myself almost everyday I'm able to vouch for the fact they don't seem to eat very much. I'm not sure but I tend to believe that the resulted swelling around the area is caused by your body holding on to some of your nourishing intake, that it then uses to manufacture tick bite fighters. These lumps, with the tiny little bite in the center are not weightless and can help cause the bottom line to mount up. I did get a haircut yesterday which I feel did help offset some of the difference in my current case.
Last year, according to my records, July 2nd was on a Wednesday. That doesn't seem right but it is a lot more closer to fact than what only my memory could produce. It was a day that started out at 70 with a 93% humidity. I can hardly believe the written word but it says we spent quite awhile that day swimming or lolling around in the lake. Lolling around the house sounds okay but swimming here is doubtful for this day.
Glenda invested some money in the game of bingo last night but the investment didn't pay off. I don't know where she is getting her money but now she has her sights set for bowling today. I'm doubtful that we can afford for both of us to participate so I'll most likely stay home. I did go along with her last week and although I bowled terribly I won two of the three pots. They were awfully tiny pots for all the crap involved. They didn't come close to covering even half the bowling costs.
Shucks we've got this home on the lake with a nice view and it's fairly comfortable. The investment divided by the days we're here would be the tally of our daily cost for the pleasure. So far the daily cost is terrible! The only way I see out of it is sell or spend as many days here as I can. Glenda is dragging her foot on the sell part so in the interest of lowering our costs, I'm forced to stay home as often as possible. What people have got to do to make it in this day and age!
"Most people never run far enough on their first wind to find out if they've got a second. Give your dreams all you've got, the second wind is where the more intense happiness lies."
Thursday, July 01, 2004
July 1
Yesterday was a four tick, two change of clothes and an extra shower day. I just love it! Unfortunately it didn't quite work out all the aches from some of the sore muscles of the days past. I'm not sure but I think it might have added a few.
Today, unless I misunderstood, is a go to Jeff City visit mom day. A semi-tick free place where any labor required will be of the barely a sweat kind. It would be sweat-less but the humidity is so high that even the effort required to scratch an old tick bite will break a sweat.
The painters may be unable to paint today because of the rain. It isn't raining right now but it looks like it could cut loose any moment. The smart people on TV says it will and they say it will stay around for a few days too. It would help our poor dock immensely if it would continue right on through the weekend. If that sound too selfish of me I'll take the wish back. It is better that I alone be unhappy rather than the two thousand, selfish, thoughtless and don't give a damn boaters that will be running past our dock all weekend testing my patience and the dock's durability.
Here I've caught the cursor down here at the bottom of the page again and my mind is pretty well bottomed out too, it looks like a good place and feels like a good time to stop. So be it!
"One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams." -E. V. Lucas
Today, unless I misunderstood, is a go to Jeff City visit mom day. A semi-tick free place where any labor required will be of the barely a sweat kind. It would be sweat-less but the humidity is so high that even the effort required to scratch an old tick bite will break a sweat.
The painters may be unable to paint today because of the rain. It isn't raining right now but it looks like it could cut loose any moment. The smart people on TV says it will and they say it will stay around for a few days too. It would help our poor dock immensely if it would continue right on through the weekend. If that sound too selfish of me I'll take the wish back. It is better that I alone be unhappy rather than the two thousand, selfish, thoughtless and don't give a damn boaters that will be running past our dock all weekend testing my patience and the dock's durability.
Here I've caught the cursor down here at the bottom of the page again and my mind is pretty well bottomed out too, it looks like a good place and feels like a good time to stop. So be it!
"One of the most adventurous things left us is to go to bed. For no one can lay a hand on our dreams." -E. V. Lucas
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