I went with Bet and Joe to the spital Monday morning. Joe was slated for k-stone surgery, an outpatient procedure but still serious. Well, after many hours in the waiting room, the (nice) doctor emerged to say things were fine and the stone, well, was gone once they got in there to remove it. A miracle! We brought him home and he's doing better and we're all relieved for a spell. I phoned Nita from the spital to give her surgery update and told her, "the stone was rolled away."
Got a first taste of homegrown tomatoes the other day...some small cherry ones from Jim's garden. Joe and I picked the garden while Jim and Betty were away in San An Tone and I grabbed up six or seven of the tiny ones and made my first of the year bacon and tomato sandwich. Hard to put into words, ain't it. But not hard to put in my mouth. Can't wait for the bigger ones. I also picked a few blackberries from Jim's vines and made my first blackberry cobbler from scratch. Pretty good if I do say so. Took Nita a bowl of it and she bragged, too, but she always does that--brags on me.
Me and John and Tom floated the Saline River last Friday. Put the boat in at Prattsville bridge and 12 long hours later, took out at Jenkins Ferry. It was a long day, but we really hauled in some nice, fat Kentucky bass...about 45. Kept 19 for Tom to filet and he said they sure were tasty. I knew it was a 12 hour float, remembering this from long-ago days when I floated this strip of the river quite regularly. We had 10 or so "pullovers"--where you get out of the boat and pull it over the logjams. Man, you talk about whipped at the end of the day. I could bearly talk and walk when I got home, all muddy and pitiful. Slept good, though and it sure was nice to be back on the river...conjured up lots of nice memories of pap and Harold etc....shore do miss em.
Trying to keep up the mowing, but the grass is growing so fast I'm bout whupped. It sure looks pretty when I'm finished, though. Janice said the place looks like a park and it does. You ought to see the deer walking around in the twilight, munching the pretty grass and tender leaves on the bushes. A buck is already putting down a scrape up by the pond, a little early but I guess he's telling the other bucks to steer clear of his territory. We have lots of deer and other animals on the place now.
I gotta doctor's appointment in the morn...my old broken heel from 1999 deer hunting accident acting up. Can't hardly walk on it at times and I'm sure hoping it ain't broke again. Looked like an egg shell in 99, broke in 7 tiny chips. It started hurting after my recent golf outing at Batesville and I couldn't walk for a couple of days. And I re-aggravated it Monday when I played in the big Pat Summerall charity golf event at LR so I need to see my doctor. I got my photo in the paper at that event...you might have seen it...me and old Jermain Taylor, the boxing champ sitting in our golf carts, laughin and carrying on. It was a good picture and I've gotten calls and letters about it from old pals around the state. My playing partners that day included my fine son, Eric Jason, and Coach Frank Broyles. Coach is 81 but he still plays good golf...specially putting. He sure was nice and gracious and he phoned Ray Tucker, my friend, after the event and asked Ray for my mailing address and Eric's address so he could send us a nice thank you for playing with him and being so nice. We shot a 14-under-par and still finished out of the money. Oh well....
Our church is searching for a preacher and me and Peanut took a prospect and his wife to lunch after church last Sunday. He's from W. Memphis and he's 72 and wanting to retire away from Memphis area...who can blame him. We are not sure yet what to do in our search, but it will continue and we sure are trying hard to keep our little church afloat. It sure is a pretty little church and we have 4 new windows arriving by fall--one of them in honor of sweet sister Joy, and one of them in honor of sweet brother Harold. Thanks to Roy and Janice for footing the bill on these two additions. But our church really will shine once they're in.
Fourth of July at our house. Leslie phoned a little while ago and me and Peanut will put the plans in motion in next day or two. Burgers and hot dogs and we can all chip in with various dishes. At least that's my thinkin rat now.
Congrats to Sandi's boys on their sports...Mason for winning a golf tourney and Lance (the cannon) for baseball prowess. They're really something special.
Well, better run. That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Tiger, Yarnell's, Eulogies and Other Musings
It's been a while, I know. Peanut and Les have been ribbing me about updating my blog so I'm gonna do what they say, else I incur their wrath.
Where to begin?
Mowing grass consumes much of my time, but I enjoy it to a degree. I have lots to mow now. I take care of the old (Lancaster) house lawn, then move northward to mine (which is huge), then up to Janice's and sometimes finish up with the stuff alongside Bet and Joe's road. If it weren't for my big old red mower, I'd really be up a creek, but it cuts my workload a bunch.
I am proofreading a friend's novel, ole Triple L up in Dardanelle. She's Peanut's friend. And mine, too, I hope. I'm thru several chapters and I plan on sending those pages to her tomorrow in the mail. It's a nice story, about several galfriends who grew up in Yell County. I wish her luck.
My first book, Grant County Scoops, is selling at one of the local stores here now. Kinda neat, really. He's put up a sign out front that says, Scoops for Sale Here. I hope people don't think he's selling little plastic shovels, you know, like the ones kids use at the beach in Destin.
I've been trying to email Sandi and the kids down in San An Tone some since K has shipped out for four months. I follow the boys sports adventures thru their grandfather Jim and they are really something. Lance belts the baseball out of the park and Mason goes hard after the golf trophies. Proud of 'em. Of Kyle, too. He's our family patriot.
Speaking of golf, I tied for third at the recent Batesville tourney played on the beautiful Eagle Hills course up there. I hung in there for three days and birdied the last two holes in mounting a comeback. Almost made a hole in one on my next to last hole the last day....185 yards...it stopped two feet from the hole. Then I birdied the last hole, a long par 5, so I was proud of my finish, especially since I hadn't played in a year. What a beautiful and challenging, tough golf course. Love being up there with my buds.
And I watched the Players Tournament and US Open on TV. Paul Goydos lost the Players in a sudden death playoff at the famous water hole. I got to play with Paul several years ago when he was an up and coming pro and I have a photo of him and me here at the house so I was sure hoping he would win. And, watching Tiger at the Open...he's the best...and playing with pain, too. The tournaments are the same without him altho sister Bet roots against him. She says he hogs the money and that he ought to let somebody else win.
I've been fishing quite a bit, too. Loving retirement. Catching a lot of bass and last Friday, almost had something else in the boat--an alligator. He was pretty aggressive, chasing my buddy's top-water lure all the way to the boat. Spooked me, but he finally swam off. The place where I fish...this one...has several dozen gators but this is the first one that was aggressive. Sometimes, they follow the boat and stay a safe distance away, but guess this dude was just feelin' his oats.
I got another golf outing Monday...the Pat Summerall tourney. It's put on my our Ark. Hall of Fame sports group. A big deal. $2,000 for a four-man team. My son, Eric, and local bud G.E. are on my team....we should have some fun. The event raises about 65 grand for our organization and Pat Summerall flies in for it. He's a great guy, but still under the weather and not looking so good.
Other family news is that Roy is moving...my bro in law from next door. He's moving to an assisted living place at Bryant and me and three siblings bought his house. We're hoping someone in the family--maybe Les and Patrick--buy it and move in. We want to leave the land to our children if possible.
And politics. Hillary is out since I last updated so I'll be voting for B-Obama. Gotta go Democrat, you know. I'm ready for some change, anyway. Tired of oil barons in the White House. Gas prices! How can anybody fill up their tank and even think of voting for 8 more years of this nonsense. Wars...inflation...oil prices...yuk!
I delivered a eulogy a week ago. My dear old pal, Roney, died after a long battle with cancer. What a guy. There's only three of us left out of the Boys Club crew known around town here for their hunting and fishing exploits. It was an honor and a privilege to say a few words at his service and it's hard giving him up.
Don't know much else. Sittin here with my two puppies, Zoey Rae and Newt. What a pair. They love watching their Daddy type on the computer. Guess they're easy to please. Whole lot like their dad, I guess. Newt just walked under the computer drawer and bumped my legs as I was completing this. He's a dandy. Loves to jump after the tiny frogs in the yard. Zoey, on the other hand, just watches him and shakes her head in amazement and disgust. Probably embarrassed, too.
Gotta run. Hope my critics who said I needed to update are happy. I'm signing off now and heading in to see if any of the Yarnell's strawberry is left. It's great this time of the year...with the White County strawberries mixed in with the ice cream. You gotta love Arkansas, especially right now, when Jim and Joe are seeing great things in their gardens. Green beans, tomatoes, corn, squash...whew!
That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
Where to begin?
Mowing grass consumes much of my time, but I enjoy it to a degree. I have lots to mow now. I take care of the old (Lancaster) house lawn, then move northward to mine (which is huge), then up to Janice's and sometimes finish up with the stuff alongside Bet and Joe's road. If it weren't for my big old red mower, I'd really be up a creek, but it cuts my workload a bunch.
I am proofreading a friend's novel, ole Triple L up in Dardanelle. She's Peanut's friend. And mine, too, I hope. I'm thru several chapters and I plan on sending those pages to her tomorrow in the mail. It's a nice story, about several galfriends who grew up in Yell County. I wish her luck.
My first book, Grant County Scoops, is selling at one of the local stores here now. Kinda neat, really. He's put up a sign out front that says, Scoops for Sale Here. I hope people don't think he's selling little plastic shovels, you know, like the ones kids use at the beach in Destin.
I've been trying to email Sandi and the kids down in San An Tone some since K has shipped out for four months. I follow the boys sports adventures thru their grandfather Jim and they are really something. Lance belts the baseball out of the park and Mason goes hard after the golf trophies. Proud of 'em. Of Kyle, too. He's our family patriot.
Speaking of golf, I tied for third at the recent Batesville tourney played on the beautiful Eagle Hills course up there. I hung in there for three days and birdied the last two holes in mounting a comeback. Almost made a hole in one on my next to last hole the last day....185 yards...it stopped two feet from the hole. Then I birdied the last hole, a long par 5, so I was proud of my finish, especially since I hadn't played in a year. What a beautiful and challenging, tough golf course. Love being up there with my buds.
And I watched the Players Tournament and US Open on TV. Paul Goydos lost the Players in a sudden death playoff at the famous water hole. I got to play with Paul several years ago when he was an up and coming pro and I have a photo of him and me here at the house so I was sure hoping he would win. And, watching Tiger at the Open...he's the best...and playing with pain, too. The tournaments are the same without him altho sister Bet roots against him. She says he hogs the money and that he ought to let somebody else win.
I've been fishing quite a bit, too. Loving retirement. Catching a lot of bass and last Friday, almost had something else in the boat--an alligator. He was pretty aggressive, chasing my buddy's top-water lure all the way to the boat. Spooked me, but he finally swam off. The place where I fish...this one...has several dozen gators but this is the first one that was aggressive. Sometimes, they follow the boat and stay a safe distance away, but guess this dude was just feelin' his oats.
I got another golf outing Monday...the Pat Summerall tourney. It's put on my our Ark. Hall of Fame sports group. A big deal. $2,000 for a four-man team. My son, Eric, and local bud G.E. are on my team....we should have some fun. The event raises about 65 grand for our organization and Pat Summerall flies in for it. He's a great guy, but still under the weather and not looking so good.
Other family news is that Roy is moving...my bro in law from next door. He's moving to an assisted living place at Bryant and me and three siblings bought his house. We're hoping someone in the family--maybe Les and Patrick--buy it and move in. We want to leave the land to our children if possible.
And politics. Hillary is out since I last updated so I'll be voting for B-Obama. Gotta go Democrat, you know. I'm ready for some change, anyway. Tired of oil barons in the White House. Gas prices! How can anybody fill up their tank and even think of voting for 8 more years of this nonsense. Wars...inflation...oil prices...yuk!
I delivered a eulogy a week ago. My dear old pal, Roney, died after a long battle with cancer. What a guy. There's only three of us left out of the Boys Club crew known around town here for their hunting and fishing exploits. It was an honor and a privilege to say a few words at his service and it's hard giving him up.
Don't know much else. Sittin here with my two puppies, Zoey Rae and Newt. What a pair. They love watching their Daddy type on the computer. Guess they're easy to please. Whole lot like their dad, I guess. Newt just walked under the computer drawer and bumped my legs as I was completing this. He's a dandy. Loves to jump after the tiny frogs in the yard. Zoey, on the other hand, just watches him and shakes her head in amazement and disgust. Probably embarrassed, too.
Gotta run. Hope my critics who said I needed to update are happy. I'm signing off now and heading in to see if any of the Yarnell's strawberry is left. It's great this time of the year...with the White County strawberries mixed in with the ice cream. You gotta love Arkansas, especially right now, when Jim and Joe are seeing great things in their gardens. Green beans, tomatoes, corn, squash...whew!
That's all for this time, til next time, thanks for your time.
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