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.