Thursday, March 27, 2008
Decision day
Well, today we got the information we had been waiting for. The tests are that the biopsy tested positive for cancer. Now on to the next step. Surgery is the next step with reconstructive surgery after. We have a battle but we will win. More later when I know more.
Wednesday, March 26, 2008
Another Wednesday 3/26
Here it is wednesday evening. I have just had a fantastic dinner after coming home from Wally World. I am spending a pleasant evening with my sweet lady. Tomorrow we find out the results of the biopsy but whatever they are, they will be dealt with in the appropriate manner. It has been a good day. A little tired, but good. I have received more pics of a grand daughter. This time it is the next to the youngest, Laurie. Nik has sent them to me. I love getting these pictures of the least of the generation. There are a number of grand daughters that I have not heard from or about in forever. I miss them.
Any way, here is the pic. It seems we have another ball player in the family.
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Easter Sunday
Good evening all. It has been a fine day in Pensacola all in all. It was in the 70's and sunny. I finished mowing the front lawn today and find that I am not in very good shape. It is much harder than it used to be. But it must be done. I did some small amount of house work as well as I had the day off. I got up this morning to find that my dear lady had made an Easter basket for me and leftit on the table when she went to work at 5:30 this AM. I went out this PM and got the makings for Easter dinner for two and got her an Easter Lily. Just because it was pretty and she needs pretty things. Made dinner for her and had a lovely evening. Just us older folk. Happy Easter to all of you as well.
Oh, by the way, I thought I should add a picture of a fine young lady to my blog. Meet my youngest grand-daughter Bea. Her mother sent me a picture, as she quite often does, and I felt it appropriate to post it for all the world to see. She is the child of my son Wade and his lovely wife Kim. Thanks Kim.
Saturday, March 22, 2008
Holy Saturday
Here it is saturday before Easter. I am sitting and thinking and decided I should blog. Is that a properly constructed sentence? Who really cares! I need to do this it seems. I was told by a very smart man that it is good therapy. And I seem to be in need of that right now. All is going well but there are always little bumps in the road. And we have some waiting to do before we know the results of the biopsy. Waiting is always the hardest part of getting on with life. It seems that we are always waiting for something. When we know what we have to face, then we will deal with it.
I just finished re-watching Forrest Gump. That movie has always made me think that maybe he really had the right of it. For someone who was supposed to be "stupid", he really knew what needed to be done and that is not a bad thing at all. Maybe we should have more of that in this world. Less of the people who are looking to have control of what others do because it makes them feel as if they are better. Isn't it just trying to make up for something that is lacking in them? Something that was left out when the good lord put them together? Maybe so. Why can't we see that? Why do we have to make things so hard? I doubt there are any answers for my questions that would make any simple sense and if you would like to know, I don't really care.
I am seriously entertaining the possibility of unretiring, if that is a word. I have been approached by a couple of people to possibly help them out with there computer problems and projects. I will probably do it if they ever get around to making a decision.
Enough for now.
I just finished re-watching Forrest Gump. That movie has always made me think that maybe he really had the right of it. For someone who was supposed to be "stupid", he really knew what needed to be done and that is not a bad thing at all. Maybe we should have more of that in this world. Less of the people who are looking to have control of what others do because it makes them feel as if they are better. Isn't it just trying to make up for something that is lacking in them? Something that was left out when the good lord put them together? Maybe so. Why can't we see that? Why do we have to make things so hard? I doubt there are any answers for my questions that would make any simple sense and if you would like to know, I don't really care.
I am seriously entertaining the possibility of unretiring, if that is a word. I have been approached by a couple of people to possibly help them out with there computer problems and projects. I will probably do it if they ever get around to making a decision.
Enough for now.
Thursday, March 20, 2008
News from the south
It has been too many days since my last post. I could claim hardship and mental distress, but for those of you who know me, that would not be a good excuse. Mental distress requires mental capability. Enuf said?
Today, my darling lady was subjected to the knife. A surgeon finally stepped up to the table and we got the dreaded biopsy finished. I do not understand why it took so long, but it is over. Now we must wait for the results and they say it will be a week. But that is no longer a problem. We have huddled together and worked it all out for us. We will do whatever it takes and we will deal with any problem or situation that may arise. As we always have, together. MY LADY RULES. She has the intestinal fortitude of a Roman Legion. And the strength. Whatever comes, we will face and handle as best we can and do it together.
Today, my darling lady was subjected to the knife. A surgeon finally stepped up to the table and we got the dreaded biopsy finished. I do not understand why it took so long, but it is over. Now we must wait for the results and they say it will be a week. But that is no longer a problem. We have huddled together and worked it all out for us. We will do whatever it takes and we will deal with any problem or situation that may arise. As we always have, together. MY LADY RULES. She has the intestinal fortitude of a Roman Legion. And the strength. Whatever comes, we will face and handle as best we can and do it together.
Tuesday, February 19, 2008
On another note
It seems that the time has come for posting other information. There have been some goings on in my daily life that have taken on a very high degree of importance. Today, my darling wife was to go to see a local doctor about having some elective surgery performed to reduce the size of her bounteous bosom. But there were tests to be run, including a mammagram. She had had one done a couple of days ago, but the radiologist desired another look. Well, things seem to be not all good in the land as they now are going to do a biopsy on 3/5. This is not always good to hear and it is definitely nerve wracking. But it will be done as always when it is what must be done. She and I have come to the conclusion that we will face whatever comes. I can do nothing else. She is my partner and best friend. And, as I have told her repeatedly in the last 10 years, there is nothing that the two of us cannot overcome together. So, I had to tell all about it as a means, I guess, for her to find all of the support and love that she deserves. It is not a new story for me. Nor for my older sibs. This is where the story of Lillie came to an end so many years ago. BUT NOT THIS TIME. We will perservere.
Saturday, February 16, 2008
And again more memories
It is a saturday morning here in sunny Florida. I have been a little under the weather but recovering very nicely. Just a bad cough and cold or something. Saw the doctor for some antibiotics and all is getting better. Except for the sore ribs from coughing. But it has kept me from posting the memorys. I have a couple more that may be of interest, so here they are.
I remember sitting for hours at the feet of our father and grandfather as well as assorted others over the years in the yard of Dick's ranch while the spun there stories and probably tall tales. I believe I was witness to one of the oldest forms of history, the oral historys and tales that were part of our family. I do not know if I can even remember a small portion of the content of those hours. But will always remember the time spent and the enjoyment I received listening to those older men talk. They told stories about hunting, baseball, and just general goings on in the community. Some of my memories come from there, but others from different times.
I have been asked and it has been postulated by others that Tom was a baseball player. Yes, he was. At least according to him and as I had heard no one else deny it, it must be true. He came from a family that played a lot of baseball. His brother Charles and he did play on the same team according to one of the stories. Tom may have been a pitcher at one time, but the one story I definitely remember was when Charles was pitching and Tom was the catcher. He was a great believer in use of psychology and prevention being the better than a cure. So, as I remember the tale, he had only one good throw to second from the catcher's position. Supposedly he had a sore arm for some reason. But anyway, when it came time to make the throw to second after the warm up pitches, he would make the throw from the catcher's crouch behind the plate. The second baseman would put his glove on the bag and Tom would hit it dead on from the crouch. Now wouldn't that make you think twice about trying to steal second?
There is also the story about stealing home plate. Now I have investigated this one because it does require a knowledge of the rules of the game. I was an umpire for a season and at the time, I read the rule book to determine if this was possible. And, dear readers, it is. The way it would work was when a runner got third base, and the score was close or tied, or when it was advantageous to get one run, the procedure was as follows. The runner, as I heard it being Charles Miller, would take a good lead off third. This was always something that we were taught to do. Give the pitcher something to think about besides pitching. But never get farther than two steps and the length of your body away from the bag. Anyway, there was a special sign for this maneuver. I don't know what it was, but trust me, there had to be one. The batter would also have a part in the play. He would take a wide stance at the plate. And as the pitcher was getting ready, the runner would break for the plate at full speed, hollering at the top of his lungs when about half way done the line. He would then slide into home plate between the batters legs. This would cause the pitcher to throw to the plate rather than balking and the catcher to come out to get the ball. This was the beauty of the play. The batter would not move as according to the rules of the game, he has a right to swing at the pitch. So he does. Not hard, but just hard enough to tick the catcher who is coming out to catch the runner. This constitutes obstruction to the batter and awards the batter first base and the run scores between the batters legs. Now this may be a little bush league, but it is strickly legal according the strict adherence to the rules of the game. And it is something I learned from Tom.
It also seems that during the 1930's, when the Pittsburgh Pirates were world champions, some of the players of that team would vacation in the Burnett county area after the season was over. At least that is what I have been told. And being true sportsman and loving the game, they would become involved in pickup games with some of the local lads, Tom being one of the locals. This is how it came to be that he played on the same field as Pie Traynor and Burleigh Grimes, the reputed last of the great spit-ball pitchers. It must have been a good game because I was told that Tom was offered a chance to play minor league ball for the Pirates. But he turned it down because he could make better money doing whatever it was that he was doing at the time.
I remember sitting for hours at the feet of our father and grandfather as well as assorted others over the years in the yard of Dick's ranch while the spun there stories and probably tall tales. I believe I was witness to one of the oldest forms of history, the oral historys and tales that were part of our family. I do not know if I can even remember a small portion of the content of those hours. But will always remember the time spent and the enjoyment I received listening to those older men talk. They told stories about hunting, baseball, and just general goings on in the community. Some of my memories come from there, but others from different times.
I have been asked and it has been postulated by others that Tom was a baseball player. Yes, he was. At least according to him and as I had heard no one else deny it, it must be true. He came from a family that played a lot of baseball. His brother Charles and he did play on the same team according to one of the stories. Tom may have been a pitcher at one time, but the one story I definitely remember was when Charles was pitching and Tom was the catcher. He was a great believer in use of psychology and prevention being the better than a cure. So, as I remember the tale, he had only one good throw to second from the catcher's position. Supposedly he had a sore arm for some reason. But anyway, when it came time to make the throw to second after the warm up pitches, he would make the throw from the catcher's crouch behind the plate. The second baseman would put his glove on the bag and Tom would hit it dead on from the crouch. Now wouldn't that make you think twice about trying to steal second?
There is also the story about stealing home plate. Now I have investigated this one because it does require a knowledge of the rules of the game. I was an umpire for a season and at the time, I read the rule book to determine if this was possible. And, dear readers, it is. The way it would work was when a runner got third base, and the score was close or tied, or when it was advantageous to get one run, the procedure was as follows. The runner, as I heard it being Charles Miller, would take a good lead off third. This was always something that we were taught to do. Give the pitcher something to think about besides pitching. But never get farther than two steps and the length of your body away from the bag. Anyway, there was a special sign for this maneuver. I don't know what it was, but trust me, there had to be one. The batter would also have a part in the play. He would take a wide stance at the plate. And as the pitcher was getting ready, the runner would break for the plate at full speed, hollering at the top of his lungs when about half way done the line. He would then slide into home plate between the batters legs. This would cause the pitcher to throw to the plate rather than balking and the catcher to come out to get the ball. This was the beauty of the play. The batter would not move as according to the rules of the game, he has a right to swing at the pitch. So he does. Not hard, but just hard enough to tick the catcher who is coming out to catch the runner. This constitutes obstruction to the batter and awards the batter first base and the run scores between the batters legs. Now this may be a little bush league, but it is strickly legal according the strict adherence to the rules of the game. And it is something I learned from Tom.
It also seems that during the 1930's, when the Pittsburgh Pirates were world champions, some of the players of that team would vacation in the Burnett county area after the season was over. At least that is what I have been told. And being true sportsman and loving the game, they would become involved in pickup games with some of the local lads, Tom being one of the locals. This is how it came to be that he played on the same field as Pie Traynor and Burleigh Grimes, the reputed last of the great spit-ball pitchers. It must have been a good game because I was told that Tom was offered a chance to play minor league ball for the Pirates. But he turned it down because he could make better money doing whatever it was that he was doing at the time.
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