And Again, It Rained

At least the really bad (F-3) tornado stayed well to the west of here.  I was watching the basketball playoff game when Barbara came down and told me about the really bad weather west of here.  It didn't reach here other than more rain.  It also rained again this morning.  Things are getting soggy here.

Yesterday I went up to Dave's to be there when the Septic System was pumped.  I am sure glad it went well.  It would have not taken that much longer for the lateral field to have been filled.  The guy who owns the truck said 10 years for two people would probably be OK but when he looked at the baffle, he changed that to 5 years.  Oh well, it probably had not been done since it was put in in the early 90's. 

One of these days, if and when it stops raining, I am going to hire Kyler to come over and give me a hand putting a roof on the little shed at Dave's.  I also need to clean the guttering at the small rental house and build a lid for the septic system at Dave's.  I think I can keep him busy for a couple of weeks.   I also need to clean the roof at the big rental house but I will probably have a professional put on a new roof.  There is a little siding needed on the garage but hey, there is time.

We sent off for our passport renewal and sometime I will do my best to find a Space A flight somewhere.  We don't have any destination in mind but we will go somewhere.

Better get busy here with chores.



Rained out again

I woke up this morning about 3 AM to thunder for a rain cloud passing by the area.  I guess it is a good thing I don't have any plans for the outside today as it is again too wet.    I did pick up a book at the Library yesterday but when I got it home, I realized I had read it.  Dang I hate it when that happens.

Last night at our Chorus Practice, I found out that I will be the only baritone singing this next Monday when we sing for the Memorial Day Ceremony.  No terrible big deal but I do need to work on some of the words of the Armed Forces Medley.  There are a few places where the words seem to go by faster than my memory allows.  I'll show up and do my best but that will have to be well enough.

This morning I did wake up early and the Movie "Rhapsody in Blue" was on.  Made me really understand what a great composer Gershwin was.  Compared to his talent, we are all hackers.   I will just have to settle to listening to his great songs.   The part of Ira Gershwin was played by the father of Alan Alda, aka Hawkeye on Mash.  He did show up in one episode of Mash and I thought it was interesting to see father and son years apart.

I will stop in the Doctor's office today for a blood pressure check.  I went off the new medicine and back on the old stuff for a week.  We'll see if the old stuff is good enough to keep my pressure in check.  For some reason the new stuff and I just didn't get along as well.  I fell off a ladder because I was way to dizzy.  Yes, I know I should not have been up there but I forget that I am 68 and the memories of adequacy still haunt me. 

Well, again I have reached the limits of my competency in writing so I'll just sign off again.  See you on the flip flop.



Way Too Much Work, Not Near Enough Energy

I can remember when I was growing up I could hit the floor running in the morning and pretty much stay that way all day.  Not so much anymore.  Whatever I did the day before now haunts me with aches and pains.  I bought a riding mower and now it makes my back hurt from bumping me along as I mow.   As a kid I never took any meds but now two Aleve's are mandatory.

The bad part of toys to do jobs here at Rabbit Run is the confounded maintenance they need.  It seems like it takes me an hour to get things in order to save ma an hour when I do little jobs.   There was a time when I finished the basement in Ottawa with only hand tools.    Not one powner tool was a part of that job.  Now I have three or four kinds of saws and a chain saw.  Oh well.

I am one of those people that can't believe that people would take good time out of their lives to watch horses race around a track.  There are even people that bet good money on who wins.  Don't you know that the horse doesn't care and it is all rigged?  I once had a friend that said that until he was in the Army he had never missed a Kentucky Derby.  Poor guy..  Wonder what he is doing now days. 

There are people in Kansas that are trying to revive the dog racing tracks.  If you think horse racing is dumb, you should see the dogs run.  There was one dog in the one and only race I have ever gone to that actually stopped to take a crap right in front of the grandstand.  In the following race one dog that was way out front tripped and fell and took out about half of the pack right on his heels.  One guy up in the stands hollered that he wanted to adopt that dog so he could kick his ass the rest of his life.  I knew who needed a good ass kicking and it wasn't the dog.  Did you hear about the dyslexic agnostic that just knew there was no dog?

Well, that is about the limit of how deep my word well is today.  See you on the rebound tomorrow.



Home Again, Home Again

After a couple of days on the road, I spent most of yesterday takin' it easy.  At 68, that's the way I should take it I guess.  I have some mowing to do today and a few fruit trees to spray.  Hope I can do it while I have the energy to get it done.  Oh well, I'll do what I can and move on from there.

The other day, I was thinking about my days in Officer Candidate School at Fort Sill's Home for Wayward Artillerymen.  The name of my Tactical Officer came to the front of my mind and I couldn't help but remember some of the silliness that evolved from his interactions with us.  I don't have a clue what Lieutenant Gooch's last name was but we would have never called him by his first name anyway. 

Lt Gooch was probably just above the minimum height and weight for being inducted into the Army let alone being promoted to the rank of 2nd Lieutenant.  He told us that he has spent almost a year in a 23 week program to get his commission.  He had an almost perfect grade in Leadership  but the gunnery part of our course just caused him to take a couple of academic setbacks.  I think that he was a model asshole but not the brightest bulb in the pack.  Here are just a few of the things we suffered through.

Being short, he would have us sit on the floor in our barracks and he would jump up on a footlocker to talk to us.  That wouldn't have been so bad except that the candidate who's foot locker he used would get demerits for having boot prints on the lid.  About the middle of the course, someone noticed that the clothing sales store had foot lockers for sale and we all chipped in and bought one.  We had the lid painted at a local body shop and then waxed it with pledge.  To say it was slippery is an understatement.  The next time that Lt Gooch showed up and jumped up on the lid, he promptly slid right on off and landed on his butt.  That was the last time he stood on any foot locker. 

After a long day of classes, we came back top our barracks and found a load of trash and chicken bones scattered all over the floor.  We were about to be placed on a weekend restriction when Lt Gooch broke down in laughter.  It seems that his class about 6 months earlier had put the stuff up there and he was checking to see if it was still there.  Other than having to clean up that mess, we all had a good laugh.  The next weekend LT Gooch had duty officer for the Candidate Brigade and late at night, we served him a chicken dinner in our barracks.  For the first time in all of our time in OCS we laughed and got away with anything. 

On Sunday mornings, we could go over to the day room and purchase grotto from the vending machines.  It was mostly candy bars and such but it was a treat for hungry young men.  One of the guys living the same 4 man cube space I had brought back a candy bar. It was absolutely forbidden but he was in a hurry and put it in the front pocket of a sweatshirt he was wearing.  Back in the barracks, he opened that Baby Ruth and was chomping it down.  Some officer came in the downstairs front door and someone called attention.  My cube mate put the wrapper for that candy bar in an empty binder on our desk and didn't fetch it out until the coast was clear.  The next day, our TAC officer came through the barracks and saw one of the binders was not in line with the others.  When he moved the binder, there on the desk was a piece of chocolate and half of a peanut.  He left a note that it was a 6X6 for whoever it belonged to.  We decided that if we split it down into a 2X2 we could live with it.  For the record a 2X2 was two weeks restriction for a pass and two penalty marches up MB4 (4.2 miles).  I only did a total of three trips up MB4 and that was only because of  that damned candy bar and I am not sure of what the other offense was except that everyone went the first time.

The guy who put the candy bar in the binder had a wife in Lawton and in the 10 weeks we had been there he had never got out to see her.  He was limited to standing in a parking lot and talking to her a couple of times a week.  After the additional 2X2 we were given, he dropped out of OCS and was never heard from again. 

There is little record of what happened to Lt. Gooch after we left Fort Sill.  The Tac officer for one of the other platoons was killed in Vietnam and so was the Captain who commanded our battery.  He had been promoted to Major and was killed in a helicopter crash.  Oh well, life for the rest of us was good and almost all of us made it home safe from Vietnam.  We did lose a classmate when he was killed in a car/motorcycle accident right after he came home from the service. 

Better get moving and see if there some way to get all of today's duties done.



Off the Net

I will be off the net for a couple of days.  Legal matters to take care of to Oklahoma.  One of these days we will have this done but not for now.

One of these days, I will learn how to work my own cell phone for the best benefit for the cost.  If I am asked, I have a smart phone but am a dumb user so I might as well have one that costs less.   There is one spot in Oklahoma where it is useless so even then, Barb's little flip phone is better.  Would you rather have a phone that costs 25 cents a minute and works when you need it of one with free minutes but doesn't work everywhere you need. 

Another air liner has gone missing.   Guess I won't be flying overseas this year anyway so it doesn't matter to me very much.  About most of the flying I will be doing is on a lawn mower. 

The other day, I put a five gallon can of gas in the trunk and it tipped over on the way home.  It popped off the little yellow cap on the spout and I had about three gallons of gas spill out.  I tried to get it all out nut a, a little worried about the smell on the trip today.  I guess I had better go out and open the trunk lid an the open air.  Oh well, might as well smell like something.

In our garden, there is a formal asparagus patch and it makes a pretty large batch each year.  Up by the mailbox, there is few plants that are growing wild and it produces asparagus spears that are about twice as large as the one's in the formal garden.  Not sure why but I guess I should go study the soil there and see if I can duplicate it. 

Better run, see you on the flip flop.



Dang, Missed Trash Day Again

For most of the many years we live here at Rabbit Run trash day was Friday.  For reasons unknown to me, they changed the day to Wednesday.  This morning I walked out to get the paper and the trash truck was going down the street.  Dang I hate it when that happens.  Oh well, they will be back in a week.  Now that it is mostly Barb and I, we don't hardly fill much more than one small can anyway.  We also have a recycle bin for the large dry stuff and that barely has a small amount in it.

Going to take the new mower up to my son's house some time today so his nephew can do some mowing there.  It beats the heck out of me having to do it.   I still have a little here to mow here but I think it will wait until I get back from our short trip. 

I have a friend that has about 15 people comment on his every post.  I have only one person that posts a comment and even that is not very often.  I wonder if I am so right or so wrong all the time.  Perhaps he has a lot of young friends that feel compelled to post a comment and most of mine are older. 

How do you manage to stay on track with your finances?  Don't get me wrong, we are mostly cash and it is not a big hairy deal but I am curious.  When we travel, I use the credit card and not the debit card and for the most part pay cash at a local gas station where they will let me pump gas and then pay.  I guess it is just an old guy thing. 

Better get moving so I can get two things done today not just this one.



Still Raining

I didn't know the Heartland had a Monsoon Season.  We must be right in the middle of it as it is still raining and we are way ahead of normal for the year.  Thank God I got it all mowed last week and I hope the ground gets dry enough before the City send me a "Mow or else" notice.  I'll bet there are way more places that are higher on the list than me.

As you know, I am a Barbershopper and really enjoy singing.   I am a natural Bass but have the range to be a Baritone and find the challenge worthwhile.  I do lean on one of the other Baritones too much but hey, he will get old too (Someday)  Last night I asked him how old he was and he said 25.  I resisted telling him that I have Army Boots older than he is.  I do wish I was younger but I can't complain about where life has  taken me.   I have almost everything I need, most of what I want and enough money to buy the rest.

How do you deal with someone that completely is the opposite of what you are and stand for?  For the most part, I ignore him and go on about my business but he does have a way of pushing my buttons.   The sad part is that he is right in the middle of my favorite hobby.  OK, I will just deal with it and move on smartly for the most part.  The great news is that the President of the Chorus is a good friend and he stands for a lot of the things I hold dear.

Have you ever looked at your life and done a good evaluation of what you did and what you got?  I think there are times that I spend way too much time doing just that.  I need to do a better job of dealing with what I have and forget the rest.  Oh well, sitting here and writing isn't getting me anywhere today so I will close it here and move on.