Enjoyment

We wake up to another new joyous occasion every morning. This morning it came through for us again. It all begins when we open our eyes and realize that the gift of getting has happened for us one more time. Too bad so much of our daily allocation use is looked at by a few other folks as a big waste. After you get the roof over your head, food in the pantry, a place to sleep and the ability to pay for it the next goal is usually to enjoy the time. In my opinion it's pretty hard to classify our enjoyment as a waste of time.

Dory's shoulder problem has been diagnosed as tendonitis. The recommended plan now is for three days of therapy per week for three weeks. If after that time things aren't better it is back to the doctor again. It got better during the last therapy so we expect the same results this time. Don't know why the problem came back. Her first therapy session of this round is this afternoon.

Any more than this I will not say today. Bye

"Teenager with nose ring, baggy clothing and spiked hair to friend: I don't really like dressing like this, but it keeps my parents from dragging me everywhere they go." ---Unknown

Still Thoughtless

Now I set me down to write, my fingers are ready and willing. But I guess I'll need to pay for my thoughtlessness through the severe and complicated struggles of finding something for them to type. Quit now comes readily to the top but I need the practice and hardly anyone likes a quitter. I say, except maybe the recipients of this note.

Dory left early to take her mother to a knee doctor in Columbia then she has an appointment scheduled later for herself to have her shoulder looked at. She will be home but it will be late I fear.

Here I am, forced to prepare my own meals again. There are some pinto beans in the refrigerator that I'll heat and maybe add a few fried potatoes. I'll slice an onion and a ripe tomato to put into the mix. Hi-Yo Silver, I'm getting hungry. I may not wait till noon. If I time things just right, little lucky Dory will be able to share in some of the delightful results of eating beans and onions without any Beano.....or not. I'd rather not be relegated to sleeping in a different room.

I'm thinking I've gone far enough now not to be classified as a quitter. Bye

"Poetry is an orphan of silence. The words never quite equal the experience behind them."~Charles Simic

Selfish?

It looks like it could rain, it feels like it could rain and with all the thunder and lightning you would think it would be raining but it ain't. Maybe we'll get a little before it's over but I'm not betting on that nor the rain either. And I tell you we could use some big time!

One plus I've noticed is there are no boats beating our dock to shambles yet. Whoa! That sounds just a tad selfish even to me. People come from all over just to play in our water. Swimming is a little easier here that say Bull Shoals lake. Enough septic tanks leak into the lake to make it somewhat salty and you know salty water is more buoyant or at least that has always been my understanding. More power to those people as we all collectively, at least figuratively, secretly piss on'um.

Good grief Charlie, I need to unplug this thing.

When in doubt, make a fool of yourself. There is a microscopically thin line between being brilliantly creative and acting like the most gigantic idiot on earth. So what the hell, leap.~ Cynthia Heimel

Talk

I heard one time that trying to accomplish a task without a plan will most often result in no control of the results. Actually I might have heard something like that or not, I don't remember. I think I just now made it up because of the way these notes usually turn out when I have nothing to say which is something I've got to struggle with every morning. It is always plainly evident by looking at the results, it was typed without a plan and just skimming thoughts.

Over the years I've talked directly to a lot of people who began talking on a subject from out of nowhere and ended it before it ever got to any kind of a destination. Lack of planning I'd say. That or because there are so many thoughts is a person's mind that one can interfere with another. I've talked to many folks over the years that gave me an opinion on a subject only to have changed it the next time we talked and they weren't all women either.

I think it is because when a subject comes up it is usually discussed by skimming through ones thoughts. Later, maybe even subconsciously, the thoughts go deeper enabling one to see it more clearly and possibly completely different. This can happen several times on any subject. It does seem the more you plan your thoughts, the better and more accurate the results.

What happened? I just awoke to the sounds of words seemingly coming from my rear end and my fingers are sore. I'd better go to the restroom and try to eliminate before anymore gets on this page.

There's a fine line between genius and insanity. I have erased this line.~Oscar Levant.

Not Work

Dory read my yesterdays note and thought she saw some one-sided chore assignments and decided not to paint anymore until she can come up with an equal tedious time consuming type job for me. Thank goodness she didn't blow a gasket about the cooking segment of the note and we did go ahead and eat pretty good. All the food available at the bingo game was once again bought out with the exception of a little weenie. She brought it and a bun home for my lunch today. Ah, I think it is for my lunch.

She and Ruthie have plans to be gone before that time. They'll head to Eldon for a tiny bit of shopping and eating out before the scheduled bowling with the elders time of 1:00. They do invite me to go along but it is or at least it was, way too much socializing and not enough bowling for me. I imagine I can talk better than I can bowl but I'm pretty well stuck with the talking abilities that I have and doubt that it will ever get much better. My bowling on the other hand has a lot of room for improvement but that attempt at these bowling sessions is severally hampered by all the other nice folk's greater desire to tell stories and socialize. I think the real reason is that I would rather stay home and travel. You would be hard put to imagine all the wonderful places these library books take me as I sit in the old recliner and I don't need to buy tank after tank of three dollar gasoline either.

Looks like another old time phrase, "you can't ride a dead horse", has been shown to be incorrect with this ten year old JonBenet Ramsey thing. I watch Fox News, MSNBC, CNN and a few other news stations but it seems there is hardly time to crowd in any other type news. All of them are on that horse beating it to a ninth degree trying to get it to run.

Man who walk through airport door sideways is going to Bangkok..ukn

Work, work, work!

So far my daily influx of news has not inspired nary a subject for a note. I usually read the Jeff City paper, the Columbia paper and the Drudge Report. Once every so often I read the Lake Sun Leader and the Mountain Grove paper. The Mountain Gove paper doesn't hold a lot but there is always something of interest there. One thing I get every day reading the local papers is that only a sure fire idiot would ride in a vehicle without buckling his seat belt. There are several people listed each day that I would bet would buckle up if they were alive today and could do it over. I can't believe how many people don't use the belt!

Dory tells me I'm too messy and doesn't allow me to cook or paint.......Works for me! Actually I'm not messy per say but I zero in on the goal 100 per cent and fail to pay enough attention to my wake.

Today after Dory gets the dishes cleaned up from her cooked breakfast and finishes making a chicken salad for our sandwiches at lunch she plans to head back out to the garage and finish painting the two walk in doors and facings. Of course I'll go out with her and will probably stir her paint every so often. I'll throw the ball playing with Mikey and take him for a walk in between stirrings. If it gets hot enough I'll aim a fan so my breeze will hit her after in passes me. When I get hot enough to get thirsty I'll go down to the house for a bottle of water and while there I'll get Dory one too.

It is really going to be hot here today! I suspect I'll be worn out by noon or shortly after. Dory will clean her brushes then come in to fix our lunch. She and Ruthie are the food cookers for the bingo parlor today and she'll need to start on that so thankfully, we probably won't be going back out to slave any more after lunch.

After a nice filling lunch I'll relax in the old recliner and try to get my strength built back up. Just happens there is one more book beside my chair that needs read a good reading. That should get my mind off all the work pretty well.

"A man may be a fool and not know it, but not if he is married." ---H.L. Mencken

Just thought I'd start again.....

If, "Time is of the Essence", has anything to do with smell, our use of time this morning is about as smelly as it has been for quite awhile. I didn't use the word stink because we are retired and can use our time just about anyway we want to. Our lack of utilization of our time this morning so far smells to high heaven but it is such a sweet smell.

We go through everyday with the strong hope on top of our minds, that our funds won't get so low as to require us the need to find a paying job. Frugally, that's it! We try to live in a frugal mode which would be called by the folks from across the tracks where I was raised as a 'cheap ass'.

Let me tell you. Back when I was younger I had a shoe shine box and went around town shinning shoes. The banker who always let me polish his shoes was a rough man to please but I was able and gladly accepted the meager ten cents that he handed me. I believe he was probably a cheap ass frugal person but unlike us he had money.

When I'd take my little box to the tavern, it was a different story. One time, just through the door a nice gentleman had me shine his cowboy boots and gave me a quarter. I polished a few more in there then as I started out the door the first person had me shine his boots another time and gave me another quarter. What a nice bunch. I messed around the square for about an hour then hit the tavern again knowing there was at least one pair of boots to be shined one more time but........the nice guy was gone.

Glenda is calling so I'm gone too.

"Old times" never come back and I suppose it's just as well. What comes back is a new morning every day in the year, and that's better.-George E. Woodberry