We Are Lucky To Be Alive........

I'm Curious Of The Depth Others View The Human Body. In Actuality The Formation Of Our Bodies In My Opinion Is The Creation Of God.
I Sure Do Alot Of Thinking While I Mow Grass. I Can't Begin To Tell You How Many Times I Have Had Mowers Repaired. Most Of The Times It Is A Problem With The Carburetor. I Call It The Heart Of The Mower. The Mower, The Automobile Or Whatever You Want To Name That Is Man Made May Be Complexed, But Can Be Replaced Or Duplicated.
The Human Body Can Break Down Just Like The Mower Or Automobile Yet The Longevity Of Either Are Limited. Today, Providing You Take Care Of Your Body Can Live To Be 100 Years Old. Have You Heard Anybody Brag About Mowing Their Grass With A 100 Year Old Lawnmower? How About Driving An 1908 Automobile?
My Point Is We All Need To Take Care Of Our Bodies. We Have The Only Body God Has Created For Us.
God's Creation Was Not For Us To Live Forever However He Did Create Us To Forever Live! Take Care Of Your Body My Friend.

Take Care Of Those Shoes Son....

As I Was Loading My Truck The Man Who Was Assisting Me Remarked How Handy It Was To Have Cell Phones. I Told Him I Only Use Mine On The Weekends When The Minutes Were Free.. He Then Told Me How His Friends 13 Year Old Daughter Racked Up a 350.00 Bill For One Months Service.
I Told Him That Reminded Me Of A 45 Year Passing Remark My Father Made To Me. Little Did He Know That Comment Remained In My Memory Ever Since.
He Told Me If I Had To Buy My Own Shoes They Would Last Longer. He Was Right!
My Shoes Do Last Longer And As Long As Those Parents Continue To Pay Those Ridiculous Monthly Bill Amounts Their Daughter Runs Up, She Will Not Learn How To Conserve. First Off, She Should Be More Responsible. She Can Babysit Or Find Some Responsible Positive And Constructed Project That Can Help Pay For The Phone Bill.
Once She Pays The Entire Phone Bill Her Monthly Bill Will Drop Tremendously.
$350.00! You Have Any Idea How Many Shoes You Can Buy With That?

Mirror Minded

As I Sit Here Watching The Cub Game I Am Flooded With Childhood Memories Of Learning. Growing Up With Dyslexia Was Difficult Because Back Then They Didn't Have A Name For It. Experts Knew It Existed But Was Not Sure How To Treat It. For Those Who Know Of It Can Relate. Others Can Easily Google It To Educate Themselves Of A Very Common Affliction Of The Learning Process.
It Wasn't Until The Second Grade I Found Out I Was Not Stupid Afterall. An Alert Teacher Of Mine Was Grading Papers At Home Only To Discover That All My Arithmetic Answers Were Indeed Correct But Only Written Backwards. As She Held My Paper In Front Of The Mirror She Seen Firsthand All The Numbers Were Written Backwards.
Once My Teacher Became Aware Of This Disability She Mothered Me With All Her Mightiness. Yes I Called It A Disability Because That's Exactly What It Is. It Was The Fifth Grade When I Grasped The Concept Of Telling Time. A Simple Learning Process For Most Of Us Yet I Just Could Not Grasp Onto It.
Writing Backwards As Well As Reading Backwards Was Very Common For Me.
Today I Continue To Read The Newspaper From The Back To The Front. However Of Course I Ignore The Conclusion Of Articles That State Continued From Page One. When I Get To Page 1 I Will Read It Then Continue To The Conclusion.
Just This Week I Picked Up A Series Of Books That Were Written In English Yet Published In Japan. Most Are Aware That In Japan They Read From Right To Left.
This Was My First In Seeing This Book Series.
Ok Back To The Cub Game. After Arranging My Desk, Television And other Furniture Pieces, I Found It Difficult Watching TV At The Same Time I Am Most Active On The Computer. Since The Television Is Behind Me I Decided To Place A Mirror In Front Of My Desk And I Won't Have To Turn Around. However Viewing The Game Through The Mirror Makes Everything Backwards. When The Batter Hits The Ball He Runs To Third Instead Of First. All The Right Handed Batters Are Now Lefthanded And They Also Throw Left Handed.
I Have Learned By Being Left Handed I Must Deal With What Is Served Me. By Far, Many Humans Across The World Must Learn To Survive As A Being. Just As The Man I Knew Earlier In My Life. He Was Born With No Legs. He Learned From Birth How To Maneuvere And To Achieve The Most Simplest Goals. He Did Things That I Have Never Achieved. I Was Told He Replaced A Motor Of A Car. He Also Painted His House. I Am Scared Of Heights! I Pushed A Button Or Two And His Story Came To Surface In An Exclusive Interview With The Local Newspaper. The Community Rallied Together And Purchased Brand New Legs. I Can Remember Seeing Him Shortly After He Received Them. He Considered Me His Friend And Confided In Me That Day. He Told Me He Felt Like A Fish Out Of Water. I Kindly Reminded Him He Is Living His Life On Earth And Nobody Can Live It For Him. Besides, Alot Of People Get Satisfaction Through Their Giving. It Pleases Them When They Know They Are Doing Good. I Saw That Man Again A Few Weeks Later. There He Was, Crossing Main Street Without His Legs. I Scolded Him For Doing So. His Reply To Me Was You Of All People Know I'm Just As Capable As You Are In Crossing The Street. While This Being True It Was Not About Him Crossing The Street Afterall, It Was Him Crossing Against The Light.
That Day I Saw Beyond His Disability And The Feeling Was Priceless!
Being Mirror Minded Ain't So Bad Afterall.....Just Call Me Mac

Yes I Am Here....

Well The Big Move Has Come And Gone. Lots Of "First" Which Is A Welcome Change From All The "Last".
I Know I May Have Whined A Bit Over The Move Of A Lifetime. I Hope I Didn't Come Across As Boring. I Think In Actuality I Was Reaching Out. Why? I Have No Idea. I Left Home When I Was Seventeen To Join Uncle Sam's Canoe Club, Even Though I Had Never Seen A Canoe. That's An All Together Different Story For A Different Day.
My Reason For Mentioning This Is I Have Learned To Adjust To Different Homes Over The Years. However As The Old Saying Goes, There's No Place Like Home.
It Wasn't Until Today That I Explored A Part Of Our New Home. I Knew This House Had An Attic. Billie Had Made Herself Clear She Was Not Interested In What Was "Up There". She Left The House Earlier In The Day And I Was Just Finishing Up Watching The Noon News. I Pulled On The Chain That Allows Steps To Come Down. I Ventured With An Open Mind. I Was Amazed To See One Large Size Room The Length Of The House As With The Width With Slanted Walls. Plenty Of Storage Space She Lost With The Extra Spare Room At 713. Will We Use It? I Have No Idea. Time Will Tell.
Our Grandfather Clock Has Not Been The Same Since The Move. I Hope To Find Someone Who Makes House Calls.
This House Has Less Electrical Plug Ins. I Am Slowly Trying To Make This Home.
Our Neighbors To The South Enjoy Their Music As Well As Sharing It Too.
We Had Our Closest Neighbor Welcome Us To The Neighborhood. No She Brought No Pie.
She Did However Welcome Both Billie And I And Gave Us A Brief BIO Of Their Lives. We Likewise And Before You Know It You Mention The Right Name And The World Just Got Smaller. I Wish She Had Brought Me A Pie Though. She Assured Me The Neighborhood Is Good With The Exception Of The Music Players. I Was Told By A Friend That Knows Them Well That They Normally Don't Stay Long Wherever They Live. I Hope They Carry On Their Tradition.
Did I Mention I Mowed The Grass For The First Time? I Did That Yesterday Afternoon. After It Was All Finished Billie Scolded Me About Abusing The Fence With The Lawnmower. I Found My Self "Nudging" The Fence Instead Of Mowing Beside It. That's The Only Thing I Dislike About A Chainlink Fence. The Grass Is Time Consuming That Grows Beneath It. You Have To Mow On Both Sides And I Find Myself Going Through More Than The Usual Amount Of Weed Eater String.
Even Though This Past Week Has Been A Different One I Can Say I Certainly Feel Blessed To Have A Home. Tonight As I Write This I Am On My Home Computer Enjoying What I Like Most. Playing Euchre, Reading Forums, Exchanging EMails With Friends And Relatives, While Some Have No Homes At All. A Friend Of Mine Is Presently Without Power And Water. What We Take For Granted, Some Must Take One Day At A Time. My Heart Goes Out To This Family. I Have Been Trying To Keep Them In Candles And Lamp Oil. There Is Hope For Them Down The Road.
A Wise Man Once Told Me That No Matter How Bad Today Is For You, One Day You Will Be Looking Back At It. We All Somehow Manage To Cope With Our Tribulations.
I May Look At Things Differently Than Others. There Must Be A Reason Why I Am Witnessing The Poverty Of Others. I Cannot Pretend They Are Not There.
I Feel It's My Mission To Help Others. Why Else Would God Bring My Attention To This Affliction? Next Time You See Me Hand Me A Candle Or Lamp Oil. You Know Where It Will Go.
Back To The House. We Have Been Here For One Week Now. Each Day Is Getting Better.
Oh I Also Found That It Also Rains On Friday On The East Side Of Danville. Ok, That's Another Story Also. I Will Tell It In Time.
In The Meantime, I May Not Have Gotten That Pie I Had Wished For But Friendship Last Much Longer Than What A Pie Would Anyday.
Let It Be Known I Would Never Turn Down A Pie...Just Call Me Mac

Good Bye Doorknob....

After I Got Out Of The Shower Tonight I Realized This Would Be My Last Shower At 713.
The Very Same Bathtub I Grew Up With. Boy If Bathtubs Could Talk....
This Led Me To Realize Other Things At 713 That Are Originally From While I Was Growing Up.
We Often Talked About Putting On A New Porch. I Have Always Beleived A Porch Is What Gave The House It's Beauty. We Shopped Around For Porches For A Couple Different Years. We Never Got Around To It. Our New Place Has A Porch As Wide As The House. You Can Do So Much To A House With A Full Porch. I Also Beleive Lanscaping Is Another Added Inner Beauty Of A House. It Will Be Fun Creating Our Own Design Throughout The Property. Even Though The Previous Owners Did A Real Nice Job With The Shrubery. With A Little Bit Of Modification It Will Become What We Choose It To Be.
The Basement At 713 Hosted The Laundry For The Millers As Well As All The Foster Children Who Came And Went. I Really Don't Know How My Mother Was Able To Do It All Those Years. Billie Done The Basement Thing For A Few Years Too Until She Spoke Up And Said The Washer And Dryer Are Coming Upstairs. Up They Come And Laundry Day Became Much Easier From Then On.
Upstairs At 713 Is Totally Empty. Alot Of Growing Pains Were Realized In Those Two Rooms. I Can Remember One Christmas Eve Night I Was Watching Out The Window Hoping To Get A Glimse Of Santa. I Was Suppose To Be In Bed But It Was Christmas Eve! What Little Boy Could Sleep With All That Anticipation? Next Thing I Remember Was Tuck Announcing To Me There Is No Such Thing As Santa Clause. Even Though I Was Disappointed In This Tragic News I Felt A Releif That My Mother Was Actually Kissing My Father Instead Of Santa Clause. It Was Important Your Mother Was True.
Tonight I Will Lay My Head On The Pillow Once More But For The Last Time At 713. A Lifetime Of Memories Will Pass Through My Mind As I Recall Memorable Events Throughout My Time Spent Here.
So The Next Chapter Is About To Take Place. The Next Blog Will Be Written From The New Homestead. So Technically This Blog Will Be My Last Until Then.
As I Visit Each Room Tomorrow I Will Be Thankful God Has Granted Me The Gift Of Remembering.
I Hope To Be At Peace Throughout This Move. It Will Take Atleast Two Days Of Moving All Our Worldly Posession.
If There Is A Lesson Learned Here I Would Pass On To My Grandchildren That Things Don't Stay The Same Forever. Everything Is Subject To Change. All The Grandkids Came Over Today To Visit 713 For The Last Time. They Also Wished Me A Happy Pappy's Day.
Blakeman Our Oldest Has The Crimson King Maple Tree Planted In The Back Yard On The Day Of His Birth. That's A Lifetime Memory For Him. My Two Youngest Will Continue To Visit 713 Because Their Other Grandma Is The One Who Purchased Our Home.
Goodbye 713......

New Residence

I Still Haven't Packed My Things For The Big Move. Billie Asked Me Why I Haven't Packed. I Have No Idea. I Asked Her If She Thought I Wasn't Moving With Her?
I Will Most Likely Pack Tomorrow Night Since We Are Moving On Monday.
Downsizing Is What She Wanted And Now She Must Decide On What She Has Room For And What Must Go. Keep In Mind This Lady I Am Married To Had A Full Size Room Just For Storage. She Also Had A Walk In Closet. Get The Picture?
Me? I Can Survive On The Most Simplest Worldly Possessions.
What Will My New Neighbors Be Like. Will They Be As Friendly As The Baumgarts, Dills And Clapps? Will They Bring Us A Pie?
I Will Be Taking Two Days Off Just For The Move. Unfortunately We Chose To Move At The Most Demanding Period Of Time For My Summer Gig. Oh Well, I'm Sure It Will All Work Out And Life Is Grand...
How Long Will It Be before We Feel Like It's Home? How Can I Get Past The Idea Of Strangers Living In My Home?
Never Mind The Fact That This House Will Feel More Like A Short Vacation Away From Home. After The Vacation Is Over I Pray I Will Be Home. They Say Home Is Where The Heart Is. I Hope The Heart Will Be There By Then....

The Finality Of It All....

A Sold Sign Was Placed In The Yard This Afternoon. I Imagine The Neighbors Are More Shocked Than What We Are. It Has Been Quite A Few Years Since Anyone Has Moved Off The Block. Change Is In The Making For Not Just Us But The Neighborhood As Well.
I Can Say Our Neighbors Here At 713 Have Been Good. We All Pretty Much Stay In Our Own Space But Are Just A Stone Throw Away From Getting Help If Needed. A Friendly Wave To One Another Is Enough Security When We Leave Our Homes For The Evening Or For A Few Days Getaway.
Living Next Door To A Plumber Is Security As Well. I Can Say I Am Proud Of This Neighborhood. Our Concern For Flossie When The Church She Attended Was Bombed One Sunday Morning Sending Shock Waves Throughout The Community. We Were There And She Knew It.
Most Recently When I Befriended Terry From Across The Street. It All Started On A Forum On The Internet. I Believe It Was The Old Commercial News Forum. I Tried To Keep A Low Profile When It Came To The Internet. Terry Had mentioned He Knew Where I Lived. I Considered My Territory Sacred When It Came To Privacy Of The Homestead.
I Asked The Most Obvious Question On How He Could Know My Location. It's Kind Of Hard Not To Figure It Out When Your Name Is Spelled Out On The Big Horse Drawn Buggy In The Front Yard. For Those Who Choose To Be More Formal, A 'Buckboard'.
Terry And I Have Been Friends Ever Since. We Bowl Together And Enjoy One Another. Terry Expressed To Me From His Heart When He Called Me One Night And Confessed He Was Having A Difficult Time Dealing With Me Moving Away. From That Moment On I Knew I Had A Friend For Life.
After I Got Home Last Night From The Sale I Confessed To Billie What I Miss Most Upon My Arrival Every Sale Night. My Old Faithful Friend Mr Bear Could Hear The Squeaking Of My Trailer I Pulled Behind Me. It Has A Distinct Sound That Mr Bear Would Hear Once A Week. On A Hot Summer Night Mr Bear Would Greet Me With His All Familiar Bark Telling Everyone At The Miller Household I Had Returned After A Very Long Day On Logan. I Won't Be Bringing The Trailer Here At 713 Anymore But I Will Always Remember The Greeting I Received From My Loving Canine Friend.
I Have Been So Overwhelmed With Memories Of The Past 50 Years. Nearly Every Thought I Have Can Be Tied To 713. My Upbringing, My Brothers And My Sisters. Mom's Green Volkswagen Beetle And Our Beloved Pet Romeo.
Franklin School, The Baumgarts, Mr Roth And Mrs Jacobs. Mrs Towell, The Ruggles, And Sally/ Bill Mosier. Trust 348 And Where They REALLY Wanted To Build The Village Mall.
I Would Have To Say That The Mid 60's Was Farmost The Most Memorable, And Each Memory Is Almost Always Linked To 713.
Yes, A Grown Man Will Probably Cry A Thousand Tears This Coming Week. Let Each Tear Represent A Memory That Will Last A Lifetime.
God Bless 713.........

While I Was Mowing Grass........

Most Of Us In The Midwest Have Been Mowing Grass On A Weekly Basis. As A Matter Of Fact I Always Mow Weekly. I Mow At Three Different Locations Here In Danville. I Could Have Made Mowing Easier By Getting A Riding Mower. I Decided Against It Because I need The Exercise. I Have Lost 14 Pounds Since April 1st And I Hope To Lose Another 30.
As I Mowed The Back Yard This Afternoon I Thought Of The Many Times I Have Mowed This Yard Over The Years. I Mowed This Grass Since I Was A Teenager Living At Home With My Parents. Soon The Grass At 713 Will Be Mowed By Someone Other Than A Miller Family Member.
Of course I Done Alot Of Reminiscing As I Mowed Today For The Very Last Time. As I Mowed The Small Mound Of Earth That Covered Mr Bear I Remembered Fondly Of The Tomato Snatching Caper He Partook During The Summer Months. After Watching Billie Pick The Biggest And Juiciest Tomato His Time Came After Billie Would Return To The House. I Cannot Remember How Many Times I Have Drove Up As Mr Bear Would Be Carrying A Ripe Tomato To His Favorite Shady Spot Under The Elm Tree. I Would Sort Of Scold Him For Doing It But Half Laugh About It Because I Had Never Seen A Dog Eat Tomatoes. Mr Bear Was One Of Those Kind Of Dogs You Never Forget. He Is Buried Under That Shady Elm Tree.
Brandy Came To Me In A Dream Last Night. I Have No Idea As To Why. I Shared This Brief Dream With Billie This Afternoon. Nothing Special About The Dream Other Than What I Remembered About Her While We Shared Our Lives Together. Maybe Those Memories Are Flooding My Mind As The Days Grow Closer To Leaving 713.
After Brandy Died Billie Purchased A Beautiful Little Outfit To Be Buried In. It Was A Tearful Goodbye That Day.
Buffy Was A Pekingese That Belonged To Billie. Billie And Buffy Had A Special Relationship. Buffy Had Broken Her Neck Jumping Out Of Bed.
I Became Flooded By Emotions As I Recalled All The Loving Pets That Shared Their Lives With Us While We Lived Here At 713.
When I Shut The Mower Down I Looked Around The Yard And Said "Thank You". Thank You For All The Great Memories That Will Last My Lifetime. They Are My Memories And Mine Alone. Some Day Those Memories Will Be A Part Of One Of My Stories To A Friend Or Grandchild Or Anybody Who Cares To Listen To An Old Man Talk About The Bygone Days At 713.

Truth Or..........Not

Tonight I Introduce To You A Brainstorm Idea That May....Or May Not Increase My Interest In Blogging. As Most Of You Are Aware I Don't Blog As Often As Some Do. Why? I Have No Idea Why. Yes I Am A Busy Person In The Summer Months. However I Find Time To Play Euchre Or Surf The Net. Ok, I Will Try To Discipline Myself Into Blogging More But I Will Need Your Cooperation. Here's My Idea....
I Will Tell A Story. Now My Story Could Be True Or It Could Be A Bunch Of Baloney. I Welcome You Write In The Comment Area Whether You Believe My Story Is TRUE Or NOT.
I Will Reveal The Correct Answer One Week From The Day The Story Was Created.
My Reason For Doing This Is Because I Enjoy Telling Stories. I Also Need A Reason To Participate More Often In Blogging. I Have Had People Ask Me When I'm Going To Create Another Blog? I Say....I Don't know.
I Have A Feeling This May Go Over Real Well But The Other Times I Had A Feeling...It Was Just Gas:)
Ok, First Story Begins Tonight. You Can Read My Story Then Reply With Your Answer Right Then Or Decide To Read It A Hundred Times And Give Me Your Answer The Day The Answer Will Be Revealed. Today's Story Answer Will Be Revealed 1 Week From Today.
Then Again I May Decide To Write Another Story This Coming Wednesday. The Answer For That Story Will Be Revealed One Week From Wednesday.


Clowns
I Am Terrified Of Clowns. My Fear Of Clowns Is Called Coulrophobia. Go Ahead And Do A Google Search For Verification If You Like. I Have Hesitated In Telling Others Because I Always Thought It To Be Silly. I Shared This Fear Of Mine Recently To A Friend And Was Informed He Too Has Coulrophobia.
Have Any Of You See Me At A Circus? The Paint Or Makeup Can Disfigure Your Human Features And Confuse You With The True Identity Of That Person. As A Child I Can Remember Trembling In Fear If I Was Near A Clown. Today As An Adult I Have Been Known To Sweat Profusably If A Clown Gets Anywhere Close To Me.
There Are So Many Different Types Of Phobia's And I Happen To Have More Than One Phobia. I'll Be More Than Happy To Share Them With You In One Of My Future Story's.
A Clown Can Easily Take Advantage Of His Image. I Have Known Them To Rob Banks Then Remove The Clown Makeup And Suit And It Would Be Very Difficult To Apprehend Him Due To His Quick Changing Ability. Don't Forget About John Wayne Gacy Being A Clown Too.
Do I Or Do I Not Have Coulrophobia?

One Week And Your Answer Will Be Due.
What Will My Next Story Be?