I doubt there has been a bluegrass band that hasn't played this classic Salty Dog Blues at one time or another.
On the way home from rehab last Tuesday Carolyn nearly hit another deer.
am off from rehab for a couple weeks. The soreness in my knee is
keeping me from doing anywhere near my best. It is keeping me from using
the cane except on a few days when it isn't so bad. The knee is still
not straight but I am working on it.
Carolyn fell while at work Friday morning. I think she has a sprained clavicord with possible complications.
all of a sudden decided to make candy for the family for Christmas.
Chocolate, peanut butter, and a mix of the two. Delicious.
I am down to 223 lbs from a high of 278 lbs two years ago.
Need to buy tires for the Escape and do some more work on it. Leak from oil pan and tranny fluid needs changing.
My first Christmas which I can remember is one where I overturned the
Christmas tree. I was probably three or four years old and my uncles had
gone into the fields and brought back the top out of a red cedar tree.
It was as tall as our ceiling and I remember it was decorated with
glittery tinsel and shiny red and green cellophane garlands which were
common in those days. It also had colored lights on it that were fairly
good size and got hot enough to burn a little boy’s skin when he grabbed
hold of one. The bulbs were all the time burning out and my mom kept a
supply of replacements on hand. Flashing lights were unheard of in homes
unless the people were filthy rich. I recall that one day after a few
presents had appeared beneath the tree that I could not stay away from
it. I was warned many times about messing with the tree but most of the
admonishments bounced off my ears and I was soon deep under the branches
looking at the pretty paper on the packages. Sure enough I made a wrong
move and the entire tree with ornaments, decorations, lights, and
glittery tinsel tumbled over. I was unhurt but scared of consequences
such as being listed as naughty by Santa and not getting any presents on
Christmas or by getting a spanking. Naturally I began crying and my
mother came in and scolded me which made me cry worse and soon she was
hugging me and wiping away tears. Yep, I owned her. She made me sit in a
chair while she and my uncles returned the the tree to upright and
redid the decorations, including lots more shiny tinsel. I had sense
enough not to mess with the tree anymore and my family had sense enough
not to put any more wrapped packages under it until Santa Claus came.
Neither of us wanted to get the jolly old elf putting coal in our
stockings. I don’t recall any of the presents and toys I received that
year or most other of my young years however I am sure that being the
spoiled only child I got well more than my share.
My mom used to read me this story several
time before Christmas each year. It is very possible it was from the
same book which is used here because I seem to remember some of these
I have been fortunate enough to live in an
era when some great and wise men took control and led their people to a
higher way of life. The three I remember most are Mohandas Ghandi,
Martin Luther King, Jr., and Nelson Mandela. All three lead demonstrated
that civil disobedience is more powerful than any police state.
Although Mandela used some sabotage in his early struggle against
apartheid South Africa, all three men are known and revered as men of
peace. Sadly, people like this come only rarely. Yes, I am glad to have
breathed the same air that they breathed.
Sammy and Mason will have a brother whom is due to be born in February.
I well remember the day the music died. However, it has died and been resurrected many times since Buddy Holly’s
untimely death in 1959. Actually, the music never dies; it has an
underlying heartbeat which cannot be stilled until the last person who
can hear it and feel it is gone from this earth. Singers and musicians
only translate what the deep music is telling them and every living soul
has a different song to sing. What is your soul song?
It seems I am to be a great-grandpa again. I hope this one is a girl.
Damn, I dislike winter.
I hope my Lady Vols and Mark’s Uconn Huskies
restart their rivalry. Uconn is at the height of their success and are
the major test for any other women’s basketball team. The Lady Vols are
no match for the Huskies at present but things between the teams seem to
even out over time.
The boys are growing faster than I am prepared to cope with. Mason is
ten months old and has just two teeth yet he is taking his first
steps. Sammy has his first little-boy haircut and looks like a little
We have been renting our modem from the cable company but it went bad
Saturday. Carolyn tried several times to contact customer service but
was put on hold until she gave up. We finally sent JJ to Wal-Mart to get
a new one and it works much faster than did the old one.
Rainy, cold days in the hills. I hate the gloom of winter more than I dislike the cold.
Not doing much blogging lately; sore and stiff fingers are discouraging.
My rehab is winding down with only a few weeks to go … if that much. I
am reaching a point where I am not gaining. The knee is still ten
degrees from straight but it will be up to me to get the remainder done.
I hope Carolyn finds time to take the boys to see all the Christmas lights at Bristol Motor Speedway.
When I came home from rehab on Friday, I heard a robin singing. There
are still a few robins around but this is the first time I’ve heard on
sing in winter. Makes me homesick for spring.
Ran out of medicine over the weekend and along with cold, damp
weather, it is making me sore and stiff. Hope I am improved before going
to rehab tomorrow. I am writing this post trying to loosen my finger
joints a bit.
My internet is very slow today. It must be molasses powered and the cold has it too thick to run through the wiring.
Will Comet Ison be eaten by the Sun? Stay tuned on Nov., 28 to see if it is a survivor or just junk food for old Sol.
Turned cool here since the weekend; hoping for a short winter but it isn’t even December yet.
I used to ask “Ginger or Mary Ann?” but now at my advanced age I also
include “Lovey” into the inquiry as to who was the best looking woman
on Gilligan’s Island TV show.
Mark has a great video on his blog. Abe Vigoda was a star on the Barney Miller TV show in the late 70′s along with other superb actors with comedic roles. Jack Soo was my favorite and Steve Landesberg was also great.
It is 125 days until official spring which is on March 20, 2014.
When I was a school boy, Veterans day was known as Armistice Day and
commemorated the ending of World War One. It has never been considered a
major holiday by most Americans and nearly all businesses are open on
that day. Exceptions are most financial institutions and government
agencies. I wish more Americans would remember that freedom isn’t free;
the price must be paid in blood, sweat, and tears.
Chris Christie as president of United States? I have a feeling the
guy has many ghosts in his closet. Do you reckon he is a tea partier in
disguise, a ringer? I’m thinking that is what it will take for a
Republican to be elected if the Democrats have a viable candidate. Of
course and so far, the Dems have talked up only Hillary and Joe. You
remember Joe don’t you? Mr. Biden is our vice-president, in case he has
slipped through the floorboards of your memory. Of course Obama Care
could kill any chances of any Democrat being elected. This is going to
be interesting and nasty election season until next November's mid-terms.
All is quiet on the home front. The boys are getting over colds and
both are rambunctious. Mason will be walking very soon and Sammy is
ready to talk if he will just go ahead and do it.
My favorite Halloween movies: E.T. the Extra Terrestrial and Nightmare Before Christmas. Yes, I know; Nightmare is a Christmas story but it mostly has Halloween characters.
Over the weekend I watched a couple of Jason Statham movies on
Netflix. Lots of blood and killings but for some reason I am drawn to
his characters; probably because he doesn’t talk much.
Have a good Friday and a great weekend, my friends!
Another of the boys I grew up with died this week. He was my cousin and next door neighbor and we played together for years. He was only a year older than me.
How come store-bought canned soup has to be so salty and what are
they trying to hide with all the sodium? In vegetable soup, all the
veggies taste like the peas; might as well buy pea soup which isn’t
quite as salty. Maggie is smart by canning her soup at home.
Yesterday at rehab, the therapist pushed my knee down until it was
only a very tiny distance from the mat. The good part is that it did not
spring back like it had been doing. The bad part is that it hurt like
hell. Of course, I’m in it for the glory so pain is of no consequence.
PBS channel on Roku is airing Jimi Hendrix: Hear My Train A Comin’
beginning today. Jimi changed the concept of Blues and Rock music from
the ordinary to the sublime. He is still being copied today. Check it
out on American Masters.
My therapist started me on the long journey
to walking again. Yesterday he took away my crutches and made me walk
with my cane from the gym area to where Carolyn was waiting, about
eighty feet (24m) I suppose. He wants me to use the crutches when
walking from parking lot to gym and back but use the cane everywhere
else except on uneven surfaces. It is very tough going and I tire easily
but it is the beginning to an ending, hopefully a good ending.
An old friend whom I had not seen in ten
years or longer stopped by the house a few weeks ago. Carolyn was
pumping gas and spotted him and next thing I know he was ringing my
doorbell. Hoss Fly (Larry Hoss) and I had a good and long reminiscing
chat. We were drinking buddies from back in the day and it was goo9d to
remember some good times and even some bad times. When you are drinking a
lot, even the bad times seemed like fun. I know Alice will remember
As I stated when the Affordable Care Act was
passed, it isn’t worth a hill of beans without the public option. As it
now stands, if you don’t have a job you still have to pay for insurance
or do without. If the public option hadn’t been sold out just to get
the law passed, it would have provided care for people without the means
to pay at, least for awhile. With the unemployment rate at 7.3 percent
(August numbers), there are many still without insurance. If it comes to
eat or buy insurance, which would you do?
Another month come and gone and I still can’t walk without crutches.
However, today I am supposed to try holding onto a counter and hobbling a
bit with my cane. I don’t think I am ready but my best effort will be
forthcoming. My knee is still at minus twelve degrees from straight
which is discouraging.
Sammy met me outside after my rehab Tuesday. It tickled he and I both
when we saw each other. He’s my buddy. He and Mason will dress up in
costumes Friday evening and go trick-or-treating.
Haven’t fallen any more although I am having a recurrence of
shingles. Just one spot on my neck but it itches, is sore, and burns at
the same time. It also hurts deep down in my flesh. Always something, it
I’ll get a head start and remind y’all to set your clocks back an
hour this Saturday night. It’ll be dark early for the cold months.
Can’t wait until Thanksgiving. Hope we can have a good meal on that day.
Catching up a bit. Last Friday I managed to fall off the bottom step
of the porch and onto concrete walk, gravel, and Smiling Buddha. My head
hit Buddha and the rest of me hit on my left side and away from the new
knee. Buddha is fine and still smiling; I have a knot and small cut on
my forehead where my hairline used to be. I was on my way to rehab and
they took it easy on me after I told my story. The therapist made up for
it Tuesday; I had appointment with knee surgeon for a checkup and rehab
had me come into their clutches 30 minutes beforehand to make sure the
leg was as straight as possible. After the surgeon visit, I went back to
rehab for another hour and one-half of hard work. When I was allowed to
escape, I felt terrible; sore and weary. Prior to this, I always felt
better after exercises than I did before. I don’t go back until next
The boys have been over the past two Sundays and they are growing and
learning so fast. Sammy can talk some but would rather jabber in
Sammy-speak. Mason is starting to fight Sammy when he is bothering him;
going to be some fine rumbles pretty soon.
We had a freeze last night and tonight is supposed to be our first
hard freeze if last night wasn’t already one. I went to doctor for
checkup and could not wait to get back home to my warm house.
Living on these crutches is very bothersome; it wasn’t terribly bad
before surgery when i was resigned to using them for a long time but now
that I can foresee a future without them makes me want to throw them
down and walk like a man.
For anyone interested in rock n’ roll history, Amazon Prime has a documentary movie titled Sound City “Directed
by Dave Grohl (Nirvana, Foo Fighters), SOUND CITY tells the story of
rock n’ roll’s greatest recording studio, and the musical magic it
continues to inspire.”
I recommend it as a must see for all true rockers. I could not find it on Netflix but outtakes can be found on Youtube.
The first time I saw Alice was in December, 1973 when I went to work on
maintenance at the local Texas Instruments plant in Johnson City. I quit
a good job as construction electrician in Rome, Ga. to be a part of a
new plant which was involved in producing electronic and
electromechanical devices. Working close to home was the big draw for
me. I met Alice’s husband Fred about a month before she and I were
formally introduced. Come to find out that both Fred and Alice were from
Morehead, Kentucky which is only a few hours drive from Johnson City.
However, they transferred to J.C. from another T.I. plant in Austin,
Tx.; they were homesick for the hills too, I suppose. Alice and Fred
soon bought a house in J.C. and began raising their little girl,
Vanessa, in a new environment.
Unhappily, Fred died in 1980 and I thought Alice would move back to
Morehead where most of her close kin lived but she decided J.C. was her
future and the city and community are fortunate she stayed.
I have known Alice for forty years and she has been a blessing in mine
and my family’s lives. Happy Birthday, Alice. I hope we are friends for
forty more of them.
I have so many great memories of my grandson
Jeremy that it would be difficult to write them. I definitely remember
the first time I saw him when he was only a few days old. So small he
was and no one could keep their eyes from watching his every move. When
he was older, I remember him running and playing with new Christmas toys
outside Dot’s house, one weapon of which was a plastic ball bat which
he swung with authority. Later in school he played basketball, football,
and baseball. He was a very good baseball player and won his league’s
Golden Glove award once or twice. When he was playing third base, not
many grounders or hoppers got by him. Then came high school and his
interest in girls and other things which teen boys like replaced his
love for playing baseball. Now he is grown and in his early thirties and
doing his thing his way. He not only talks the talk but backs it up by
walking the walk. From all of us back in the hills which I know you love
as well as do I, granny and me wish you a very happy birthday and we
want you to know we will be forever proud of you.
Not much going on here in the hills. Leaves
are slowly losing green pigment and their true colors are showing.
Between the fifteenth and twenty-fifth should be the best time for color
at mid-elevations in the mountains. Damn, I wish I could walk!
Do every day Americans really pay any
attention to what is going on in our elected government unless it
directly affects them in some astute way?
The Senate is holding hearings on Social
Security disability fraud. Some law firms are alleged to be nothing more
than disability factories who buy doctors and federal judges whom will
approve every case sent to them. Some doctors even come to lawyer’s
offices and do a ten-minute evaluation on people whom claim to be
physically or mentally unable to work. One firm in W. Va. is under fire
at present in the hearing along with the local Social Security claims
office which seems to be corrupt. I imagine the investigation is
nationwide and that the fallout will be big. S.S. fraud is costing the
taxpayers hundreds of millions each year.
Is Bernie Sanders the only decent Senator In Washington, D.C.?
Some birthdays this month and I hope I don’t
forget the particular days. Jeremy, Alice, and JJ are celebrating; hope
I haven’t forgotten anyone.
Not much happening on the home front. The boys are growing faster
than I dreamed they could. Seems like my grand kids were babies forever.
Well, they will always be our babies.
I have missed several birthdays and anniversaries in the past ten
days. The 19th was the anniversary of of my late friend’s birth; Happy
Birthday, Fred. That same day was Fred’s and Alice’s wedding anniversary
and it was also their daughter’s—Vanessa— birthday. Happy Birthday,
Vanessa. Happy Birthday to my Bride who was born on the twentieth.
Tree leaves, like the season itself, are slowly changing color. Tulip poplars in my yard are turning bright yellow and brown.
The knee is coming along slowly and the angle to being straight is
minus twelve degrees. The therapists are now going to work the knee
until I reach my maximum pain threshold. That should get the leg close
to zero degrees within a few weeks. I hope to be walking a bit with a
cane by Christmas. They have me doing more exercise at home; it is time
consuming and sometimes exhausting but I need much more leg strength and
overall endurance. I have been off narcotic pain pills for a week; I
didn’t use one before rehab yesterday. I may try to drive the Escape in
about another week.
After rehab yesterday, we ordered take-out cheeseburgers from The Cottage.
It was about 5:30 pm and I was able to see and talk with some of my
pals from the days when I was a very frequent visitor to the drinking
and dining delights of the place. It did my heart good to see these guys
and shake their hands. It was only a minute before the old days were
brought up and lost memories came back for me. Sony, Wayne, Mike, and
Phil: I was happy to see y’all once more. Bill would have been there but
like myself, he is recovering from knee replacement surgery. I cannot
understand why they have aged so much but I am still the same as i was
in 1985. I was a regular at The Cottage from 1974 until the mid
I am now going to check the TV and see if my Tennessee Vols will be shown. The team they play today is no match for them but I still gotta watch if they are on.
Our first real autumn day this year in the hills; cool temps with
high overcast. About time to put the flannel sheets on the beds; for
some reason Carolyn doesn’t like them but they are much warmer on chilly
nights. I dislike cold weather about as much as I dislike tea-partiers.
I need to adjust the seat a little higher on the exercise bike; the
new knee is trying to go knock-kneed and that is a big no-no. I hope to
get a pic of me riding the machine, hair blowing in the wind as I
virtually cruise the back roads of my memories. I probably need to wear a
crash helmet for such voyages.
Sammy or Mason has lost my cap; I’ve had to leave home twice without it. The suspects are admitting nothing.
Both boys attended the fair back in August. Sammy wanted to loiter in
the animal section and Mason didn’t care as long as there was something
going on around him.
Tomorrow is back to the therapist and then to have blood work done.
The first time I saw ‘Mary” was one day while returning to my room at
rehab. She was in a wheelchair in front of the nurse’s station with her
arms raised in the air and moving them much like a 60′s flower child at
a “Dead” concert. She looked to be in her thirties and had long and
straight brown hair. Her eyes were closed as if she were lost in some
far-away place. Carolyn and I got by her and went on to my room, neither
of us paying the young lady too much attention.
A few days later while I was waiting for lunch to be served, I was
shaving with my electric Norelco when I heard someone entering the room;
it was Mary. I was shaving my left cheek and she wheeled her chair up
beside me and began making circular motions in the air with her left
hand. I stopped shaving and she said “check the other side; I just
shaved it for you”. I was taken aback when she continued “I’m a witch,
you know?”. Carolyn was there and we all talked a bit about witches and
witching in general. I almost forgot about the shave when she again
asked me to check my cheek to see if it was shaved. I rubbed my fingers
over my skin and the whiskers were still there but not wanting to
disappoint her I put on my best “amazed” look and told her they were
gone and i thanked her.
Next time and the last time I saw Mary was in the rehab gym. Carolyn
and I had just wheeled into the room when Mary again came up beside me.
She looked at me and said “I would marry you sometime”. Again I was
surprised at the brief statement but sputtered that I was flattered by
her words and that she would be a fine woman for any man. It was one
time when my spouse had nothing to say for a few minutes. Before Mary
could say anything else, her nurse found her and wheeled her away. We
found out a few days afterward that her daughter had taken her home
later that same day.
Not much of a story but Mary is someone that Carolyn and I will
always remember. I hope she heals and that she will always keep doing
good deeds and saying the right words; the world needs many good
Tomorrow is surgeon checkup and Friday is appointment with my regular
doctor. Knee is still very sore and the leg will not straighten more
tan what it was two weeks after surgery. I am disappointed and losing my
belief that I will ever walk again.
Obama and Congress: Use the money earmarked for killing people in
Syria to help help America's poor and middle-class. We need affordable
healthcare, decent education possibilities, and jobs that pay enough for
us not to need food stamps and government aid. Choose peace -- choose
A hard weekend of work on
straightening knee. I have to go to out-patient therapy each day this
week; those guys work with the patient and not with a clock. At Quillen,
each therapist was allotted only forty-five minutes with each patient.
When that time was up, the therapist went to a different person and left
us to get back to our room as best we could. In reality, each patient
receives only about two hours of therapy each day and if it is not
targeted therapy, much of that time is wasted.
am saying a heartfelt thank you to all of you who have stayed the
course with me during this time. Jeremy, Alice, Jola, Maggie, Sandy, Mark,
Robin, Kalpana, and to any others whom my weakened memory has neglected; I love
all of you.
Special appreciation to my dear Bride who was with
me nearly everyday of my stay in Quillen and who sacrificed her own
health to make mine better. Thank you Carolyn; I love you very much.
Friday I go to outpatient surgery for a “manipulation” on my knee.
Seems like the knee is locked up from scar tissue around the implants.
As I understand it, I will be sedated (asleep) for thirty-seconds.
During that time, the surgeon will bend the leg inward far as possible
and then he will lay it down, place his hands across the the knee cap,
and forcibly crush the joint until the the scar tissue is busted up.
Hopefully that will allow me to begin straightening the knee. I will be
in outpatient therapy for awhile. I really don’t understand why I was
hospitalized in a rehab ho-$-pital for a month without this being
diagnosed and over and done with. Six weeks since surgery and I am
physically and mentally worse off than when all I had to care about was a
I will write more as soon as I have some good news for a change. I do want to tell about my rehab encounters with a witch.
After a month in rehab, the food I asked for when I got home was peanut butter and jelly sandwich. So fine!
Sammy and Mason came by not long after I arrived home. I had to use
the toilet and when Sammy first saw me he grinned so big. pointed at me,
and ran off to tell his mama. I trust it was because he was glad to see
me and not because I was on the pot. Either one, I was the happiest man
in the world. Mason has forgotten me but I hope to see him more and
make up for lost time.
The knee is coming along so-so; very sore up to my crotch. The
therapists are working me harder at home than they did in rehab. I am
closely watching for infection.
I have a few days to work by myself before a therapist comes back on
Monday. Tuesday I deal with the steps once more when going to surgeon for
Taking rat poison for a blood clot in my knee; it seems to be
dissolving safely but I will have to be on the med for at least three
more months. A nurse just now left me after doing a blood test and
taking my vital signs. All were ok.
I know all this is boring but it is my way of coping and trying to
make sense of things. I still see no future without crutches but I do
see a better future even with them.
I may be late answering your comments but be assured I eagerly read and appreciate all of them.
Have a good weekend, dear ones.
We’ve had buckets and buckets of rain this year. Lawns are almost as
green now as they were in early spring; hardly any brown to be seen.
We want to go back to Chattanooga for a few days but with all that is
happening it is doubtful we will make it. I darn sure want to be
walking when we go. I also want to visit some of the places I where
worked construction, especially a few in West Virginia. I worked on four
different power houses there and it has been thirty-six years since I
was last the state. Things may have changed a bit over the years
Last Sunday I committed the sin of sins.
Last Sunday I forgot that it was my bride’s and my wedding anniversary.
It was the first time in forty-nine years that I have forgotten it. The
only thing that saved me from stormy feminine wrath is that Carolyn also
forgot it. She always forgets it. However, I could tell that she was
disappointed that I did forget. I too am ill at ease about it. It is
bad enough to forget but I just do not feel that I am old enough to be
losing so much memory so quickly. Scary it is.
Been off methotrexate for two weeks now
and I am feeling it. Sore fingers feel like sausage links, swollen
joints reducing circulation and it is ten days to go until surgery and
two weeks after that before i can go back on the pills. Then it will be
three or four more weeks before they are once more effective. “I am a
man of constant sorrow” but if I forget another anniversary, I will have
to start drinking alcohol again for solace and that will ease some RA
Finished installing free AVG anti-virus on my Tab 2, Droid X, and Carolyn’s phone. Here is a Kaspersky article about growth and threats from mobile viruses. I still don’t feel safe but I do feel safer.
Yesterday was Master Sam’s second birthday; I wanted to do a blog for
him but by the time the hospital medical establishment got through with
me in my pre-op tests, interviews, and money rendering I was too tired
for much of anything. I have an appointment with the surgeon assistant
in a few days for more of the same. We stopped at Burger King for a late
lunch and I had the Memphis pulled-pork barbecue sandwich and Carolyn
had a barbecue rib sandwich. They both were good but should have been
larger for a satisfying meal. Anyway, a belated Happy Birthday to my Big
Late Sunday my PC suddenly shut down; I was able to restart it but it
was soon down again, finally coming to the point where it would not
restart. I built the unit several years ago and was able to think my way
through a bit of diagnostics, deciding the power supply had failed. I
immediately ordered a new power unit from Amazon which I received on
Tuesday. I already had the old supply removed and eagerly and
temporarily plugged in all the connections and put electric to it. The
PC started fine and has been working ever since. JJ permanently
installed the new unit inside the PC and all is well in computer land. I
am glad I did not have to build a new PC; I just do not have the money
for it right now. As it is, it cost less than $50 for the repair,
including one-day shipping for the power supply. A computer repair shop
fix would have been in the range of $200 — $300.
We kept the boys the past two days; they are about all we can handle.
Someone has spoiled them beyond belief. Sammy peed in my bed on
Thursday and Mason nailed it yesterday.
Knee surgery scheduled for July 17; must stop taking R.A. med
immediately and by the time the scalpel is sharpened, I will be meaner
and ornerier than usual. Surgery should take less than an hour and I
hopefully will be confined only three days. Then comes the hard part.
Heat out west must be awesome; hope for the best for Courtney and
Jeremy and all the folks, young and old, who are affected the most by
Another friend from my youth has passed. I first met Bob in seventh
grade and we became school friends. Bob was a gentleman and an
inspiration. He married his high school sweetheart Suzanne Lyle, a
beautiful lady whom I was fortunate to attend school with from first
grade through high school. They eventually migrated to California and we
lost contact with each other until one day about eight years ago I
received an email from Bob asking if I was the Wayne Anderson who
attended Jonesboro High School in the early sixties. I was thrilled to
hear from him after so long. Bob proudly wore his University of Tennessee Orange.
Still awaiting a surgery date. The doctor should release me from the
pneumonia thing on Monday next. The cough is all but gone away but the
backache, though greatly lessened in intensity, is persistent. Mark gave
me a clue about the back pain. He mentioned that his mom’s first
diagnosis was for pneumonia and I think I remember him saying she had
backache also. Naturally, I googled. Back pain can be a part of
Do you use a “cloud service” to store or backup stuff from your PC,
smartphone, or tablet? If so, be aware that my cloud account was
compromised (hacked) and some porn photos were uploaded to it. I won’t
say which cloud service it was because they are supposed to be
investigating the mess. Anyway, I deleted all my stuff from the site and
am now back to backing my files by other means. This happened to me on
Flickr not long after i joined that site back in ’06. I couldn’t even
delete the offending photo but when I informed administration it was
Happy Birthday Tammy. I am running late on everything lately.
I was back to doc on Monday; I will be recovering for a couple of
weeks. Got another antibiotic shot and a cortisone shot. Butt ache by
the numbers. She wanted me to check into hospital but I wormed my way
out of it.
Now, my back hurts. RA, I suppose.
We gave Sammy his birthday present early; a Radio Flyerwagon. I wanted one like this when I was small but I was happy to get this one.
It was still around in my teen years and was probably given to a
cousin. I bought my kids one like it in late 1960′s. Sammy likes his.
I’ve found a couple of good photo ops if I can ever convince Carolyn
to drive me to them. I spied them as we sped by when going to and from
The boys have left us; they were with us for only just more than a
week but I miss them. I miss Mason's squeals of laughter in early
morning; I miss Sammy playing in our bedroom every until he gets sleepy;
I miss him pecking on our door to get us up. Carolyn cried for days
after they left.
When kids get out of school for summer they
turn around and go back for summer sessions of book lessons. When I was a
school boy and out for summer, I learned many lessons by playing with
my pals and roaming the woods, hills, and fields for a couple of months.
I wonder if I ended up better educated than do today's kids?
to the present N.S.A. fiasco, instead of trying to cover their asses I
think the powers should give us good reasons to trust them. They cannot.
I really don't know what the big surprise is about the domestic spying.
Bush unabashedly bypassed the constitution to allow it and it was
widely publicized as was Obama's decision to expand surveillance at home
and in foreign countries. If people had watched The Spy Factory on PBS's Nova
when it came out several years ago, it tells nearly everything that is
just now being "found" by the popular press. The documentary can be seen
online here or can be found on Netflix and other sources.
Referring to Mark's diet, Carolyn and I ordered takeout cheeseburgers from the Cottage, my old time watering hole. It was Friday after I had chest x-rays. The burgers were huge and juicy.
have a full-blown case of pneumonia in both lungs. So far, I am dodging
a stay in hospital. Thursday at a doctor visit I had a nebulizer
treatment which helped a lot and a shot in my butt.
months from diagnosis 'til death. My cousin and closest buddy from my
teen years died Friday from leukemia. I will miss you Bull. "Bull" was
my personal nickname for him. He was 67 years old.
We dodged a bullet, my friends. Friday 13 fell on Thursday this month.
Happy Birthday, Robin! Robin was the first person to ever comment on one of my blog posts.
placed a flower container on the front porch which was soon taken over
by a pair of housekeeping Carolina wrens. The eggs have hatched and a
lot of peeps and tweets are emerging from the nest. Nature is wonderful.
The weather today is perfect for a Worshday; rainy and gray.
Ashley and the boys are staying with
us for awhile. My days are filled with either entertaining Sammy or with
Mason on my lap or both things at once. Sammy’s favorite Youtube actor
is … Sammy. He loves most of the videos I made of him, especially ones
with music. Mason is spoiled and wants to sit up all the time. They are
with Chris for the remainder of the afternoon.
In college I was assigned to read Henry David Thoreau’s Walden. I
knew it was classic American literature but when I tried to read it I
had problems with the language of the times and the Yankee view of life
in that period. I ended up borrowing a copy of Cliff’s Notes
which allowed my to get a passing grade for the course. About two weeks
ago I decided to tackle reading the entire book; it is easier going
this time but still a slow read. Thoreau was a remarkable man and he has
come to symbolize our need for nurturing the natural world. Besides,
anyone who can enjoy eating groundhog has to be a special person.
It has been a very wet spring in these
hills; grass is almost as green and lush as it was in mid-April.
Blackberry briars in the backyard are laden with green fruit even though
there was not as many blossoms as last year. Somehow that don’t make
sense but I suppose it is what it is.
Looks like I am going to have to visit an
auto mechanic to have my knee fixed; the medical profession surely is
not interested in that line of work.
Wish I was able to be out and about this glorious weekend.
Congratulations to Alice's step-granddaughter Kelssie whom graduated
from Science Hill High School last weekend. I hope she and Allie
continue their educations. College is good.
Sixty-nine years ago
today allied forces began the massive invasion of Europe which would
oust Adolf Hitler from power in less than a year. To my mind, World War
II is the only justifiable war the U.S. fought in the 20th Century.
shake off this cold; yesterday I thought I may again have pneumonia.
Today the cough is not as bad but the head cold is worse. Phooey.
and the boys are with us; it seems so strange to hear Sammy's footsteps
running through the house. It is usually the last thing I hear at night
and the first thing I hear each morning.
Jeremy opened the store for sales of my photos. I need to do some work on many which he has not yet displayed. Thank You, Grandson!
Been down with a cold and some RA for the past few days Today is a bit better with the cold.
Alice’s granddaughter, Allie, graduated from University High School. Congratulations to her and proud granny Alice.
I still haven’t heard from the knee surgeon; I am clear for the operation. Just waiting and getting sorer.
Mark wrote a nice tribute
for his good friend and brother-in-arms. Sorry for your loss, my
friend. I as well as anyone know the heartbreak of parting with dear
friends when they are so young.
Had the flu or an awkward cold for a few
days; just now beginning to think I may live. Carolyn was was sick
before me and still hasn’t fully recovered.
I watched the flick, Hemingway’s The Garden of Eden and found it to be somewhat enjoyable but not very Hemingway-ish.
The book was published long after Ernest Hemingway’s death and from
what I can tell, it was extremely edited by the book publisher. The
movie is probably better than a highly-revised Hemingway novel.
When I pee beneath the stars
Is someone watching from afar
Peering at my weenie on this earth
And and giggling with celestial mirth
A man has to be really sick to write something like that.
I noticed the blackberry briars don’t have near as many blooms this
year; maybe too much rain and not enough sunshine. The past few days
must have been “blackberry” winter; very cool for two nights and days.
Planned to go shooting today but my driver has a bad cold. It has been five years since I had a good Memorial Day photo session.
Got a new Roku 3 box and “hard-wired” it to my router. Roku is still
working with me on the broken one; they sent me one last idea to try to
fix it via software; haven’t tried it yet.
I was wrong about my Roku; it had only a 90 day warranty. For the
price of the device, they should stand behind it for at least one year.
Nothing they suggested for me to do worked and I am seemingly stuck with
an $80 plastic hockey puck. It worked for eight months. C’est la vie!
Blackberry briars are blooming which means we should have a cool snap
in the weather. I hope it means we have a lot of jam and jelly and
cobblers and dumplings.
Plenty of t-storms yesterday and last evening. Nothing like ‘the delicate sound of thunder’.
The Stroll dance … yes, I well remember it; no, I never did it.
Looks like megashot.net has some good ideas; flickr.com sure has
copied a lot of them. Be aware of one thing; the very large size photos
available on Flickr are perfect for stealing and anyone with a free
account has access to them.
Sammy and Mason are here; I am tickled. Watching Thomas and Friends on Netflix.
My papers have supposedly worked their way through channels and are
at the surgeon’s office. Supposedly. Hope to know something very soon.
My Roku has quit. I admit it was a mistake to buy the wireless-only
version. Now I must shell out $100 to get the wired unit. Pisser. I like
the Roku because it has so many channel choices; just last week they
added PBS and it alone has enough to keep me happy for many months.
Sammy and Mason are here; I began writing this post before noon and it is now past 3:45pm; they keep us busy.
Heart doctor gave me the ok for medium-risk surgery, such as knee
replacement. Waiting on his report to go through channels. Hopeful for
surgery by early next month.
Maggie flattered the ‘aw shucks’ out of me by graciously placing one of my photos and a couple of my poetry attempts
on her site. If you go there, do some clicking around; she is a
multi-talented young lady. How she finds time for all her projects is a
mystery to me. Thank you, my friend.
Jeremy is building a storefront on storenvy.com
which will feature my photo efforts. When he has it ready to view, I
will let you know. What a good grandson; I don’t know what his future
holds but I truly believe he will become a great entrepreneur. He is
another who gets a lot done in short time. Thank you, Grandson.
With all the hard news happening in the world, what was CNN featuring
last evening? O.J. Simpson in a courtroom, of course. OJ had his fling
19 years ago; let it be, CNN.
The recent seizure of Associated Press
telephone documents is the most chilling thing I can remember being
inflicted upon the citizens of this once great country by our own
government, even worse than Watergate and Iran-gate. How low can Obama
and his cronies go? How stupid can he be? First, he (his administration)
has the Internal Revenue Service unlawfully making life
difficult for his political enemies and now he has been caught
restricting freedom of the press; both of these acts are deplorable,
unconstitutional, and impeachable. I cannot wait until this evening to
see how MSNBC’s top guns (Obama lovers) handle this one. If the
president is allowed to get by with this grievous political move, it
will eventually mean that citizens will have to turn to illegally
published underground papers for a few grains of truth about our rulers.
If we allow this abomination to persist, we are building our own Iron
Barbara Walters is retiring from her celebrity interviews. Goodbye.
My thanks to Mark for the music video.
“When the president decides something on Monday, he still believes it on Wednesday – no matter what happened Tuesday.“
It had to happen; Friday the 13th has
fallen on a Monday. Monday already stands alone as being the lousiest
day of the week and making it fall on the 13th is in very poor taste; if
I were a Friday, I would call a wildcat strike.
Sammy and Mason spent Mother’s Day
afternoon with Chris and Carolyn; the way Mason is going I think he will
be talking before Sammy does. Two chatter boxes going at once and both
demanding attention at the same time. I am blessed.
I want a new DSLR camera; I damn sure
don’t need one because I don’t use the one I have which still works
fine. The K200D has only 6.5 thousand shutter clicks on it. I cannot see
a new one improving my photographic skills; for me it is like a hack
writer wanting a new typewriter so he can turn out better stories. I am
longing for a Pentax K5 IIS but the more than one-thousand dollar price
tag is way out of my range. Any new major purchases will depend on how
surgery goes and the kind of shape I’m in afterward.
Yesterday JJ placed Carolyn’s bedroom TV
on the wall where she could better see and hear it; she is in video
nirvana now. It is much better up higher; I watched To Have and To Have Not
last night and didn’t have to turn the volume as loud as I used to.
I’ve seen the movie many times but never get enough of it; anything of
Bogey’s in this period is on my favorite list. I also watched my Youtube videos and subscriptions along with my Flickr photos. They all look pretty good on big screen.
Not quite as warm today and cooling even
more for tor the next few days; heat of summer will hit us come
Wednesday when I have to go back to heart doctor. This better be the
last doctor office visit before knee surgery; I am tired of waiting and
the knee isn’t getting any better. I am to the point now where I don’t
even try to go to the porch to sit.
Speaking of summer, Mark’s Summer would
have been in a panic last evening when thunderstorms hit all around the
house. He says she is fearful of thunder and we had plenty of it; not a
lot of rain, though.
They still make Squirt soft drinks.
Squirt was never very popular in this area except as a mixer but I
think they are the best citrus drink made. I haven't seen any in years
but I bet the local night spots have them. I first came across the brand
while tramping in West Virginia in 1970; it mixes well with bourbons
and blended whiskeys.
Another brew I discovered in W.Va. was Stroh's beer. It is a Detroit beer and was more popular in West Virginia than was even the mighty Budweiser. Stroh's was an ok beer and actually much better than the bitter Bud but I will stick to my Miller High Life. A couple of brews I first tried in Pennsylvania were Rolling Rock and Iron City beers. I liked Iron City ok, but Rolling Rock's taste reminded me of how cow pee smells. My mother-in-law liked it.
enjoyed my time tramping--except in Georgia--and could have liked
living about anywhere I went with little problem. Southern Maryland was
too far from the hills and I once spent 70 days straight there. They had
great, fresh sea food and the best root beer I've ever bought. Still
don't make up for the lack of tall oak trees on a high ridge, though.
Mark is going to have one of his photos of his house seen nationwide. Bravo television will be using it in a documentary film. Congratulations, my friend.
Water, water, every where,
And all the boards did shrink;
Water, water, every where,
Nor any drop to drink.
The above lines were all I was ever required to learn of Coleridge’s The Rime of the Ancient Mariner … thank
ye gods. The whole is a long, boring piece of verse but a darn good
story and these few lines nicely fit conditions in N.E. Tennessee at
present. When I was at Watauga Lake early last month, the water was as
high as I’ve ever seen it. Now it is more than three feet (@one meter)
higher than it was then. Fortunately I live on a high ridge which is not
on the Watauga watershed but is on the Nolichucky watershed. At my
granny’s house in the springtime of my life, we were on the line between
the two districts; I could pee off the front porch and it could
conceivably find its way to the Watauga River. If I peed out the back
door, some would eventually wind up in the Nolichucky River. Granny
frowned on such practices but little boys gotta do what they gotta do.
Sammy and Mason visited for an hour or so last evening. I was hopping
around on the crutches and Sammy wasn’t too happy about it. Carolyn was
at work so I had to get his toys and entertain him the best I could.
Mason laughed at me.
I would like to say the lousy, wet weather we are having is typical
of early May and it is up to a point. The problem is that it is lasting
much too long. The ninth of May has always been our last frost day but
like a couple of years ago when it frosted on the fifteenth, I am not so
certain about this gardening season. Anyway, it all keeps my sinuses
The first week in May is almost over and it will be autumn before we
know it. I am longing to get this knee fixed so I can get out and live a
The past few weeks have been saddening for me, mostly because a boy I
grew up with and have known all my life passed away. Norman was
seventy-one years old when he died and was the oldest of and the leader
of the community kids with whom I played. Norman was my main influence
to join the National Rifle Association when I was young. He had a great
sense of humor which the rest of us had to pay for in sometimes
embarrassing situations. He lived a good life and had a great family.
The color photo is his obituary photo for the newspaper and the other
one is part of our gang from the mid-1950′s. Norman is the tallest and I
am the long-legged kid at his side. Others are his brother, his two
cousins, and his sister. The photo was made in my grandmother’s front
yard and his family’s home is the white house just over Norman’s left
shoulder. Losing someone such as a life-long friend is the most
difficult part of growing old; much more difficult than any physical
infirmities. The memories are cherished but the reality of the present
is a bit overwhelming.
Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone Let's pretend that we're together all alone I'll tell the man to turn the juke box way down low And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go
Whisper to me tell me do you love me true Or is he holding you the way I do Though love is blind make up your mind I've got to know Should I hang up or will you tell him he'll have to go
You can't say the words I want to hear While you're with another man Do you want me answer yes or no Darlin' I will understand
Put your sweet lips a little closer to the phone Let's pretend that we're together all alone I'll tell the man to turn the juke box way down low And you can tell your friend there with you he'll have to go
I never particularly liked this song, mostly because it was country and
country was not cool to most of us teen cats of my day, it was
immensely popular. It was known to be the basis marital disagreements,
arguments, fights, brawls, mayhem, and even murder. Even my house wasn't
immune to the persuasive croon of Jim Reeves at his best. When the song
was on radio or TV, my mom would say something like 'hang up on him,
girl' to which my dad would retort 'lady, you know you want 'im so tell
the guy there with you to scram'. For some reason I had a premonition
to keep out of their "discussions" about the lyrics. Being a 14 year-old
country kid, I wasn't supposed to know much about "adult" stuff. My
parents arguments about it were mild, actually. The newspapers, which I
dutifully read while sitting in the outhouse waiting to put them to
their original intended use, had many stories about otherwise normal
couples whose disagreements had led to mayhem of one sort or another.
Women were divorcing their husbands because he happened to agree with
the caller. Men would get "tipsy" in a bar, play the song on the
jukebox, and phone their wives at ungodly hours just to aggravate her.
More than one of these last jokers ended up on a mortician's slab and
their wives were in jail before the night was over. Life, it's all about
1959 was a very normal year; I got my first handheld
transistor radio--a Motorola--for Christmas, I was miserably failing
Algebra for the third time in high school, and the rest of my grades
were at the C- to D level. I was too shy to talk to girls and too dumb
to try to overcome the bashfulness. I still am shy and dumb about it.
In our great society, even 5-year-olds are allowed to own and bear firearms http://news.yahoo.com/5-old-boy-shoots-2-old-sister-ky-161229579.html
I don’t think even Hitler stooped this low. Was this kid part of a “well regulated militia”?
What kind of parent would allow a small child to even be around
something like a rifle which is made for one thing: killing? I’m sure
the NRA approves of this type of weapon usage.
Supposed to rain all weekend; maybe some shooting next weekend.
Jerry came by yesterday and brought Carolyn a Mother’s Day rose bush
from him and Tammy. She put it in the ground this morning and I hope it
does well. I have better luck with roses than does she.
Why has Obama not brought under control Bush’s patriotic war against
Americans. The answer is that he likes and intends to use that kind of
power over people. He is but one step away from being a parliamentary
On the way home from work one night a couple weeks ago, Carolyn saw a
coyote not far from where we live. I’ve never met one of the critters
but I hear they are moving into the area. Also Armadillos are supposed
to soon be here. I heard several years ago that fire ants would soon
spread into the hills, but I know of none. Another rumor was that cattle
egrets would be here but I don’t know of any.
“The creak of bed springs suffering under the weight of a restless man is as lonely a sound as I know.”
― Patrick deWitt from his book The Sisters Brothers The Sisters Brothers will be my next reread. A very good western.
Much rain and some flooding across Tennessee. Even though I live atop a hill, I think I should roll-up my britches legs.
went for his three-month checkup; he weighs 17 lbs (7.7 kg). He won't
be three months old until tomorrow. At this rate, he will big enough to
play college football when he is eight years old.
Sammy is talking more each day but most of it is still unintelligible. Mostly he says Batman and Spongebob.
I have my short poem ready to post to the The Sun; it is one I wrote a few years ago.
Not counting on much but would be very disappointed in myself if I
didn't try. It has been many years since I tried to sell or give away my
writing. Even if this one does not sell, I'm going to submit at least
one other poem (the one Mark recommended) and a story or three. I need
to resurrect my rejection database and make a few voo-doo dolls and
stick pins for the publishers who reject me.
I love building
databases. It is the one thing I can do with techie software which makes
me feel like I have accomplished something.
I am off of
methotrexate at least until I can find out something from the med-squad.
If by chance I am cleared for surgery, I will be one week ahead. If I
am not cleared and if I have to have a heart catheterization, I will be
ahead on that too because I need be off the drug for it. If I have to
have a stent inserted, it will be about a year before the knee surgery
can be done. Beginning in a few days, I am going to be sore and out of
the real world for at least a short while.
Does anyone care that 348 people died in Bangladesh building
collapse? Tragic death only counts for news if it happens in the United
States and if even in a perverted way the American Press can make it
look like terrorism. America, the cowardly selfish.
What happens to the rest of the world if the United States suddenly
decides to return to some of its isolationism policies of pre-WW2. Let’s
stay out of other peoples business and let each nation decide its own
affairs. Keep our defense strong and in hand with some military
alliances and drop others. Do away with laissez-faire trade policies and replace the lazy-fare for
the rich with fairness to all parties and enforce tariffs for equality.
Never take anything for granted or, as Teddy Roosevelt warned, “Walk
softly and carry a big stick”.
Persons 65 years of age or older should not be allowed to get out of
bed before 9:00 am each day and then they should be required to cogitate
for one-half hour before deciding to let their feet hit the floor.
Ain’t nothing good going to happen before nine to anyone, especially
This doctor bullshit goes on and on just like I knew it would. I wish
some of these s.o.b.’s understood what kind of life I am living and how
much freaking pain I am living with. Pisser!
Goodbye George (Possum or No Show) Jones; I didn’t particularly like
your twangy country voice but I appreciate you having balls to stick
with it through the ‘pretty boy’ era of country music. George sang his
Our American middle-class capital economy
is heading into a new recession. This is my forecast based on what I am
seeing. We are once more spending our savings or going into debt for
mostly unneeded big ticket items, Wall Street is tickled, the stock
market is soaring; all a sign of a coming slowdown. Wages are static or
falling, few good paying jobs are being created, more and more jobs are
being exported, more Americans are suffering and dying because of lack
of health insurance, infrastructure is still falling apart, and federal
government is in partisan deadlock. Americans are talking but few are
walking. Wake up America!
I’m hoping tomorrow’s echocardiogram is
all I have to go through before surgery. I do not want another stress
test and I damn sure don’t want a heart catheterization. The latter may
mean an overnight stay in hospital but I barely will be able to afford
the knee replacement. Life is a trap.
Goodbye psychiatrist Dr. Sidney Freedman (Allan Arbus). He was my favorite M*A*S*H actor with my favorite quote from the series: “Ladies and gentlemen, take my advice, pull down your pants and slide on the ice.” I think it means that we should take time to live.
I’m not as pretty today as I was day before yesterday.
On this date in 1684, a patent was granted for the thimble.
I’ve been rereading some of my older stories and poems on Lord Bubbha’s Blog.
Some I still like, some I like a lot, some need work, and some need be
put away where they can’t harm anyone. I have a few which I think I will
send around to The Sun magazine and other periodicals of its kind. There are a few of the poems I really like.
Carolyn has gone to hair dresser and JJ is
off somewhere mowing; my knee hurts and my feet stink and together the
two maladies are making me sneeze. I won’t reveal which two make me
Tuesday, what the heck is it good for? It would be a much better and meaningful day if it was called
These are thoughts I conceive at night between sleep periods; I sit on side of
bed and type them into the tablet PC. All are unedited. The last one sounds
interesting. I may use some of these in future efforts on this blog.
Mac is the kind of person who comes along too few times in life but who changes
us and our futures for the good. He doesn’t dwell with us for very long but
makes a subtle yet profound difference in how we live the remainder of our
lives. He becomes one of the foundation blocks of whom we will become
Final right of passage. No indifferent nursing home just because you don’t like
us enough to care for us. Don’t feel obliged to us as the reason you take care
of us. We are still human and we know when we are loved. It would be better to
die from exposure to elements than from heartbreak of exposure to a cold heart
from one we’ve loved and trusted
Don’t try to walk in my shoes; they never were very comfortable
I was planning a diatribe about our
American spineless government for today, but I am so disgusted–not
surprised–over yesterday’s Senate vote I’ve come to the conclusion that
average Joe Six-pack don’t really care. Maybe we each should buy an
AK-47 to protect ourselves from each other. Again, please read Mark’s blog poem and listen to the Monster.
After reading some of the hype about a book titled The Hunger Games, I decided to watch the movie last evening. The acting was good but the plot was much déjà vu
from other sources. I hope the book is better but I doubt it. I rate it
at 2.5 out of a possible 5. Talented actors saved it from being a “2″.
Once again I have been overlooked for consideration of being honored with a Pulitzer Prize
and I think it is sad when a writer of any caliber has to publish an
entire book of fillers like 'the' and 'them' and 'they' modified and
punctuated by a paltry few words or phrases with real cognizability of
purpose or clue to a semblance of a sensible or sensuous climax or an
ending causing readers to crave more, or to pen an esoteric short story
which stands erect and tall on its brief clarity only to be considered
by a few paid dolts whom are constipated with pomposity and use skewed
but semi-ambidextrous verbosity which has been handed down from
generation to generation of hack newsmen calling themselves "literary"
critics in an attempt to pull such lilting prose into their dark, oozing
prisons of flaccid sentence phalluses all petered out and shorn of
their will to make a difference in the thoughts of literati or the
amusement of the paperback masses.
Ah well; there is always the Ignoble Prize for Literature to look forward to.
Mark has a very good blog today with a music video we all need to heed.
If you can start the day without caffeine or pep pills,
If you can be cheerful, ignoring aches and pains,
If you can resist complaining and boring people with your troubles,
If you can eat the same food everyday and be grateful for it,
If you can understand when loved ones are too busy to give you time,
If you can overlook when people take things out on you when,
through no fault of yours, something goes wrong,
If you can take criticism and blame without resentment,
If you can face the world without lies and deceit,
If you can conquer tension without medical help,
If you can relax without liquor,
If you can sleep without the aid of drugs,
If you can do all these things,
Then you are probably the family dog.