Sunday, August 28, 2011

Goodnight Irene


This Photo Was Taken On Nantucket Island This Date of August 28th. Tropical Storm Irene Was Forecasted To Pass Through The Island Today. It Was Considered A Hurricane Until It Reached The East Coast Of The United States. New York Braced Itself For The Worse And Was Busy Preparing In Case It Happened. It Weakened And Everyone There Breathed A Sigh Of Relief.
As We Are In The Midst Of Hurricane Season I Am Sure There Will Be Others To Follow. I'm Thankful It Passed Through Without A Lot Of Destruction.
Goodnight Irene....

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

You May Not Remember Me, But...


That's How My Personal Message Began On Facebook To A Woman I Don't Recall Meeting. Actually In Full I Sent Her A Message On Facebook That Read I Doubt If You Remember Me But I Slept With You And Your Sister.
My Mother Sent Me A Message Earlier In The Day Letting Me Know Of Twin Girls That Were Born About The Same Time I Was. Apparently As Newborns, We All Shared The Hospital Nursery Together. Being The Jokester That I Am I Had To Send These Women This Message.
I May Or May Not Get A Response From Either Of These Sisters But It Was Fun Sending This Note To Them. An Opportunity I Just Could Not Pass Up.
I Would Not Be The Person That I Am Today Without Being A Little Onery. Those Who Know Me Best Wouldn't Expect Anything Less.
Your Smile For The Day.........

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Dad, He Is Always There


What Would I Ever Do Without My Father? I Imagine I Would Be Lost. Whenever Somebody Has A Problem The First Person They Call Is Dad.
I Had A Small Mishap At My Home On Thursday. Dad Brought Me Breakfast On Friday Morning Like He Does Every Friday. I Told Him Of My Problem And Shortly After Breakfast He Headed Over There To Inspect The Problem And Find The Solution. Of Course This Is Only One Example Of Many That He Has Been There For.
One Day Dad Will Be Gone And Then I Wonder What Others Would Do Without His Presence. I Hope It's Many Years From Now. However Each Day He Gets Older And He Can't Do The Things He Use To Do. I Appreciate Everything He Does For Me.

Saturday, August 20, 2011

The Difference A Year Can Make



Just One Year Ago Bobby Was Pulling In Fish From A Boat On Lake Vermilion. Him And His Friend Matt Went Catfishing A Lot Last Summer. This Photo Was Just One Example Of His Catch. I Can Still Remember The First Time I Took Bobby Fishing. He Started Out The Same Way I Did. The Basics Of Learning To Be Smarter Than The Fish. A Cane Pole And A Bobber. It Didn't Take Him Very Long Before He Graduated To His Own Pole.
Reminiscing Is Something I Do Often. However That's Not The Reason For The Writing Of This Blog. My Reason Is Detailed At The Conclusion.
In A Previous Blog I Told How I Planted A Rose Of Sharon In Memory Of Bobby On His Birthday. We Have Had A Very Dry Summer This Year. I Watered His Bush Every Other Day. Today It Bloomed For The Very First Time. I Was Totally Shocked Because I Was More Concerned In Getting It Use To It's New Home. Blooming This Year Was The Last Thing I Expected. I Don't Need A Bloom To Remind Me Of My Son. However, Life Goes On. Bobby Was Full Of Life. This Bloom Represents The Life Bobby Had. The End Result As Sad As It Is Can't Be Ignored.
As In Every Good Book Has It's Ending. No Different Than Bobby's Life. It Came To An End Like Mine Will Some Day. I Have No Idea When That Will Be. I Do Hope However Something I Said Or Done Will Leave An Impression On Someone's Life. I Hope To Leave Memories For Someone To Reminisce Someday. That Bloom Brought A Smile To My Face. It Was The Last Thing I Expected. That's My Point. You May Think When You Awake Each Day It Will Be Like Any Other. Life Is Full Of Surprises.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

They Were, I Am......


On August 17Th Of 1952 My Parents, Harvey & Shirley Were Married. Without These Two I Would Not Be In Existence. Today They Celebrate 59 Years Of Marriage.
Because Of This Union I Have Two Brothers And Two Sisters, One Deceased. Today I Congratulate You Both On This Milestone. I Hope You Have A Wonderful Day Of Celebration.

Monday, August 8, 2011

How's The Weather?


I Am At My Wits End. We Need Rain Here In The Midwest. We Got A Lot Of It In The Early Spring. My Complaint Is The Forecast. These Meteorologist Just Can't Seem To Get It Right.
I Know I Just Recently Blogged About Weather Predictions. I Have Not Conducted A Sale In Weeks. I Have Sat Out The Past Three Friday's. The First Friday Was Due To The Extreme Heat. The Most Recent Friday's Have Predicted Rain. No Rain. I Would Have No Complaint If It Rained. I Sit And Study The Weather Patterns, The Fronts, etc, Anything And Everything That Pertains To Friday.
It's Becoming A Struggle Trying To Stay Afloat Without Revenue. Gas Is Not Cheap These Days. I Have Reached The Point Where I Don't Know What To Do. Of Course It's Forecasted To Rain Again This Friday Too. Do I Believe The Forecast Or Do I Set Up In Spite Of His Prediction? It's A Royal Pain When It Rains On The Church Parking Lot. There Is So Much Involved In A Typical Sale Without Dealing With Rain. Once You Put Rain Into The Picture, Everything Changes.
I Find Myself Stressed Out The Moment They Put Rain In The Forecast. Today Is Only Monday For Crying Out Loud! A Lot Can Change Between Now And Friday.
In The Meantime I Pull My Hair Out Trying To Figure Out What To Do.
Why Does Life Have To Be This Complicated?

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

That's It!! I'm Mowing In The Dark Next Time


Once A Week I Mow Grass. The Grass I Mow Consist Of Three Different Properties. I Have No Problems With Two Of Them. The One I Dread The Most Is The Church. It Seems The Moment I Pull Into The Parking Lot Somebody Is Bound To Pull In Behind Me. Allow Me To Tell You I Am Some What A Well Known Figure Associated With This Church. I Can't Seem To Accomplish Getting The Mowing Done In Record Time. I Have People Interrupting My Mowing All The Time With Their Questions. It's Not That I'm Unwilling To Be Helpful, I Just Can't Seem To Get My Mowing Done.
The Only Solution Is To Mow After Dark. Nobody Would Expect That. Would They?