My Life These Days

Greetings, my old blogger friends.  It's been so long since I blogged that it took me a few minutes to figure it out, but I think I have it now.  Use it or lose it, I guess.

Anyhoo, after much urging by certain family members and friends, I have decided to share a little of what's shakin' in my life these days.

Several years ago I began keeping a diary.  Not your typical diary.  My diary is an extensive compilation of what I do each day---not just what I do, but also what I am thinking.  This exercise takes up quite a bit of time, I suppose, so I gradually found I had less and less time to blog.  I guess you could say the diary won out over the blog, although I do miss the blog and my old friends.

Whatever.  But sometimes things happen to me that are just so suited for a blog.  The following is such a case:

My mom is in her mid-90s and is living the good life in a retirement community in Georgia.  From my home in east Tennessee, I go visit her several days a month.  I usually squire her around to various places she needs to go---grocery store, doctor, dentist, cleaners, drug store, beauty shop, you name it.  We have a good time.

This retirement community is a sprawling development of hundreds of houses and apartments on hundreds of acres.  There are hundreds of retired folks living there.  There are activities galore.  The food is excellent.  The huge staff is courteous and efficient.  In short, I cannot think of a better place for my mom.

Last month Cindy and I went there for a visit.  After a day of taking mom around to her shopping spots, we relaxed in her apartment.  It was decided we would go to "The Pub" (an on-site bar) for some liquid refreshments.  The pub was crowded.  We discovered that the crowd was unusually large because a show was planned.  The entertainment was a resident who spins old 78 records and makes comments about the music.  Sort of an octogenarian disc jockey.  Music selections were from the 1940s.  Not exactly my kind of music but if it makes people happy, fine.

So we go in. find an out-of-the-way table for the three of us, order a drink and sit back and begin to converse.  Then we decided to have another pop and we also ordered some dinner.

As we were enjoying the conversation, we were approached by this attractive lady who said, "I would appreciate it if you do not talk during the "show" and also please remember to applaud after each record has been played---the disc jockey has worked very hard on this".

As she haughtily moved to the next table to tell them the same thing (she went to all twenty or so tables in the Pub), I realized that we were experiencing a bully at work and I do not do well with bullies.  Never have.  So I said in a loud voice, "Lady, we will be talking when we want to."

I could see that she did not like being confronted but she kept going around to all the tables, pissing people off.  Most folks don't like to be told what they can do and when they can do it.  And besides, did you ever try to tell people in a bar to stop talking after they have just consumed several alcoholic bevs?

Well, the woman goes around the pub and on her way back to her table she made a snide comment to me.  OK, I thought, let that be the end of it.  But no---after the first record was spun, she made a point of clapping in a wildly exaggerated manner, all the while looking at us.   She was harassing us.  In our space.  My blood was now beginning to get up, and I could not help myself when I firmly said, "Lady, mind your own damn business."

With that, the gentleman sitting next to her began to turn around to appraise the developing situation.  As he turned I said to him, "You want in on this?"  He returned to his former position.  Now I grant you that there is something unseemly about two old geezers gettin' it on in a retirement home bar, but the affair was defused, so all's well that ends well, I suppose.  But it was an upsetting few moments for my mom, who just wants to get along.

Fast forward to this month when we visited mom yet again.  On our way back to her apartment after errands, we approached the automatic entry gate--- a wrought-iron contraption that opens when a car approaches with the proper ID.  There was a car in front of us at the gate.  As is customary, when the gate opened, I drove behind the car in front of us to enter the grounds.

As I got just inside the gate, the car in front of me suddenly stopped.  I thought to myself, "What the heck is going on?"  Here I was---stopped and trapped at the gate entry, and there was now also a car behind me waiting to get in.  I was stuck between two cars.  I threw up my hands in bewilderment.

A lady emerged from the car in front, yelling at me and approaching our car with glaring eyes.  "You are not supposed to follow the car in front of you!  YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO WAIT UNTIL THE GATE HAS CLOSED AND THEN ENTER ONE CAR AT A TIME!!"

A spirited verbal exchange began when Cindy blurted out, OH MY GOD!---IT'S THAT PUB LADY!"  Now my blood was up again.  Here she was, once again entering my world in the most unwelcome of circumstances.  And what are the odds that we would be accosted not once, but twice by this nightmare of a person---sort of a latter-day Barney Fife.  Here she was, blocking the roadway illegally.  As she continued her rant, I told Cindy to call the cops.  She heard me say that and she then got back in her car and drove off.

I told Cindy that these things seem to only happen to us.  Don't tell me God doesn't have a sense of humor....

                                                             My mom in the morning

Cure for Cancer?

I was reading the news yesterday, slowly perusing the headlines of a dozen different on-line newspapers and news outlets, when a particular item caught my eye.  Normally, unless there is a new story or breaking news, I skim over the headlines because I am already up-to-date on older posts.

But this story immediately grabbed me.  The headline referred to a possible cure for cancer.  Why, I wondered, had other news agencies not reported this?  Or, if they had, why had I not seen it?

Upon reading the article (printed in both the New York Post and on Fox News on-line), it seemed to be too good to be true.  So, I did some research and found that indeed, research at Stanford University, going back over a year, has devised a remarkable approach in attacking and eliminating virtually all types of cancers in the body.

Trials in mice have gone very well and human trials are scheduled for this year.  Let's all pray this pans out as the silver bullet we need to eradicate this horrible affliction.

To read more on this developing story, Google Stanford University Cancer Cure CD47.

Love and Terror at the Bird Feeder.......

           Cindy Got This Shot of a Red-Tailed Hawk Yesterday

This is a tale of beauty and nature and joy and life and death.  This, I think, is very existential.  It cannot be escaped.  Life must be lived to the fullest because one never knows when one will be face to face with death, whether it comes with a crawl or comes with a pounce.

               Our Goldfinches Love the Thistle in our Feeders

Such are my thoughts today after observing up close and personal the antics around our bird feeders on our back deck.  Over the past 18 months or so, since we put our first feeder up, we have accumulated quite a following in the avian community.  We attract birds of every hue and feather---cardinals, goldfinches, wrens, sparrows, grackles, hummingbirds, doves, cowbirds, catbirds, hairy woodpeckers, red-wing blackbirds, mockingbirds, robins, brown thrashers, etc, etc.  We have even occasionally played host to a crow or two.  The deck teems with birds as they feed.  I get the best seed I can find and they seem to appreciate a gourmet meal several times a day.

   We Love our Hummingbirds.  They Say My Nectar is the Best 

I have often thought that the hundreds of birds we attract live the perfect life.  I mean, they are fed the best food by a doting old man who is dependable in his servings and they are highly protected from predators because they all nest in a dense shrub hedge about 30 feet from their food source.  Plus, we live in a neighborhood that has few---if any---cats.  Oh, I have thought, how I would love to be a bird in this environment!

      Our Red-Tailed Hawk.  He Looks Like He Means Business

Once, about a month or so ago, I was shocked to see a red-tailed hawk sitting on our railing.  Quite a majestic and powerful bird of prey he is, and I noticed that there were no other birds around as he sat there---and for good reason, too, because red-tailed hawks will kill and eat other birds.

                                                Yikes!!!

When the hawk departed, the other birds came out to play again. 

I did not see the hawk again until yesterday.  He was again sitting on the railing---with no other birds in sight.  As he sat, looking for any movement in our yard that would signal a food source, Cindy quietly moved to the window not 8 feet from the hawk.  She was able to get probably a hundred pictures of this regal creature.

Mr hawk left the railing when he spotted a bird flying about 100 yards away.  I can't describe to you the power and speed he displayed as he took flight.  I would never have believed a bird that big would be so fast going from a sitting position.  I was unable to see whether the hawk caught his intended prey.

Later in the day, several hours after this event, I was sitting in my den when I heard an enormous commotion out back.  I looked out to see scores of birds that were feeding on the deck now airborn with a panicked beating of wings.  Just  then, a huge flash of feathers and talons streaked by the window as the hawk returned.  By some lucky stroke, he came up empty.  He sat on the rail alone and dinnerless. 

I got to thinking about all this later.  Funny, you know, how I thought these birds live the perfect life, with plenty of good food and no worries.  But, I was wrong.  Their lives can be snuffed out in a flash of feathers and talons at any time.  They have worries just like we humans do.

Our Incredibly Terrific and Terrible Medical System

Ten weeks ago or thereabouts I rolled over in bed  at 3 AM and felt a sharp pain in my right leg.  My lightning-quick mind (Ha) immediately diagnosed the pain as a cramp in my calf.  It was briefly painful but the hurt subsided in short order and I went back to sleep.

Next morning I noticed my right calf was swollen about 20% larger than my left calf.  But, there was no pain---just a stupid looking swollen leg.  Sigh.

Cindy was alarmed when she saw it, but I quietly explained to her that I had had a leg cramp and the swelling was no doubt related to that fact; and besides, the swelling would recede quickly and all would be back to normal in short order.  She immediately called her sister, Patti, who is a nurse, and related my plight to her.  Patti said I should immediately go to the Emergency Room because the swelling could be the result of a blood clot in my leg, and this could actually be a life-threatening condition.  She said if it was a clot, it could "break loose" and travel to my heart or brain.  I refused to believe this sage advice because I felt no pain or discomfort in my leg.

Well, then Cindy started Googling and found out that in all probability I did have a clot.  That's when the nagging started.  I put it off for days, but the swelling in my leg would not recede.  Ten days went by before I went to the doctor.  I now admit I am a stupid man and I should listen to my wife.

Doc took one look at my leg and ordered an ultrasound on my leg that afternoon.  He said if it wasn't a clot (or Deep Vein Thrombosis---DVT), this would be the first time in his career he had seen a leg like mine that was not a clot.

I had the ultrasound and it was confirmed I had a clot behind my knee, causing the leg to swell.  I was sent straight to the ER.  I spent one hour in the ER where I was shown how to give myself two daily shots of Lovenox in my lower abdomen for a week.  I was given a prescription for Coumadin.  I had a five minute  tete-a-tete with the ER doc, who told me to rest and not do anything strainful because if the clot broke loose it could be a very bad problem.

Three days later I was back to see my doc, who changed the dosage of the Coumadin.  One week later I was sent to get an ultrasound of my liver, which turned out normal.  Once a week since then I have had to get blood drawn to monitor my blood - Coumadin level.

So far, my leg swelling has gone down by about half.  Still no pain.  Still taking Coumadin, and the doc says I may have to take it for the rest of my life.

Then I got sent to the Hematologist, who tested my blood for any possible genetic causes for my DVT.  All tests came back negative.  Bottom line is that they do not know what caused the clot.  Many times, a clot can be caused by a long trip in which the patient is unable to move around for long periods---like a plane trip to Europe or somewhere, but I did not have a long trip.  Or, sometimes it can be caused by a genetic change.  Or, sometimes it can be caused by a cancer in the body which causes the blood to clot easier than normal.  Anyway, in my case, they can find no definite cause. 

Jump Shift:  I went to the dentist to have my teeth cleaned two weeks ago.  While the hygienist had me agape she asked me what that scaly growth was on my lower lip.  I told her I had had that for about a year.  Usually it was completely unnoticeable but sometimes it got bigger and then receded---nothing to worry about, I assured her.  She thought otherwise and the dentist informed me I needed to see the Oral Surgeon.  Sigh.

The Oral Surgeon was a nice man.  I would have liked to have had a conversation with him about the time we each spent in the army back in 1969, but he was unfortunately involved in cutting my lip open and sewing it back up with 4 stitches.  I no longer have the growth on my lip but I do have a frightful-looking scab in its place.  Sigh.

The biopsy came back as "pre-cancerous".  Doc says it's no longer a problem, that it was probably caused by too much sun exposure over the years.

Back to the dentist.  I was told I need a crown---one to replace an old crown that had developed a hole in it.  Got that done last Thursday.

BOTTOM LINE:

1.  If your leg swells up, get to the ER.  Listen to your wife.
2.  My leg continues to improve but is still noticeably bigger than my left leg.  Getting rid of a clot can be a lengthy process.
3.  My medical treatment has been excellent.  Docs and nurses have been a delight.
4.  Medical treatment is insanely expensive.  I mean insanely expensive, as in bearing no relation to reality.
----  ER visit, 1 hour, two prescriptions = $3400
----  14 doses of injectable Lovenox = $850
----  Two doc visits, approx 10 minutes each = $400
----  Two ultrasounds, approx 15 minutes each = $900
----  Visit to Hematologist with blood testing = Not Yet Determined
----  Visit to Oral Surgeon, approx 30 minutes = $900
----  Dental Crown = $950

Even though my insurance paid a big chunk of these charges, I cannot help but see the out-of-control pricing of medical care.  This is a terrible issue for most Americans. 

Thank God I will probably be OK through all of this, but how can this insanity continue going forward?

Remembering Life's Disappointments........

Funny, you know, how we humans share so much in common---no matter how different our individual backgrounds may be.

One such universal commonality occurred to me today as Cindy and I were talking about things that happened in our individual pasts.  She had been talking with her sister, who revealed to her a couple of stories from her early childhood in which she became deeply hurt.  These hurt feeling incidents have stayed with her all her life.

Cindy told me a story from her own childhood that has stayed with her all her life.  She was walking down the street one day as a 12 year old child and she passed a couple of teenage boys who stopped to look at her as she passed by them.  Now, understand that Cindy was quite thin at the time and was somewhat self-conscious about that fact.  One of the boys made the comment "Heck, she might BE something if she'd gain about 500 pounds".

Almost half a century later, the hurt from those words is remembered.

She mentioned a couple of other moments from her childhood in which her feelings were hurt and the memory remains.  Usually, the hurt came from something someone said.  We may forget important incidents from our past, but it seems we cannot shake those moments of deeply hurt feelings in our youth.  And, it is interesting that all of us can dredge up moments like these.

As for me, the first incident I recall (and I can recall a good many if I try) was from my ninth summer.  My grandma and grandpa, who I adored, took me with them on a fishing trip to Coldwater Lake in Michigan.  Oh, it was to be a glorious week-long adventure, with lots of fishing with grandpa!

Our first day there, I looked forward to being in the boat with gramps, speeding along the water toward the best fishing spots, feeling the tug of fish on hook, experiencing the joy of boating the fish and the pride in posing for pictures with the string of fish at day's end.

But alas, I could not find grampa---I walked down to the lake to see if he was getting the boat ready for our foray into the lake.  There, I found him---getting into the boat by himself, with his rod and tackle box.  I yelled out to him.  He looked at me and then turned and sped off alone across the lake to fish alone that day.  I was devastated.  And I never forgot the hurt.

As an adult, I look back on some of these incidents and smile.  In the case of my grandpa, the poor guy just wanted a little quiet time by himself.  He is more than forgiven.

But we don't forget those hurtful moments from our childhood, do we?

Honoring my 90 Year Old Mom on Mother's Day.......

                            My Mom at a recent Birthday Party

What a ride it has been!  Today is your day, mom!  Thanks for all the joys, tears, learning, and fun!  I love you so much!

                       Taken a Couple of Years Ago in Her Apartment

                                       Mom and Me, 2011

                               Mom and Dad, Circa 1944

  Mom Swimming With the Dolphin, "Picasso" in Florida, 2009

Mom Pouring, Circa 1956  L--R  Dad, Mom, Family Friend Horace.  Yes, Mom Has Always Been a Character.  Ha.

                  Mom, Senior Picture in Yearbook, Circa 1940

Happy Mother's Day, Mom!!!  And lots of love!!!

Our Incredible, Wondrous, Dysfunctional American Government.......

It is a rainy, lazy Sunday afternoon in east Tennessee.  The liquid began falling around midnight and has not really stopped, except for a few minutes at a time.

I like rain.  I like the soothing drum of it as it pelts the roof and windows.  And I like the thunder that sometimes accompanies it.  It makes me relaxed and contemplative, and I like it when I am relaxed and contemplative.  My mind wanders more than usual and it makes me smile when my imagination is holding sway.

Well, thank God the media coverage of the Boston bombing has subsided.  In the 24/7 day-on-day coverage that continued with no letup in sight, North Korea successfully launched an ICBM; a number of barges collided on the Mississippi River, causing untold damage and blocking one of America's busiest avenues of transport; a fertilizer plant explosion in Texas killed 14, injured 150 and leveled five square blocks of the town of West, Texas.  One would never know any of that, however, amid the blanket coverage of the Boston Marathon terrorism. 

Someone I respect said that Boston got all the media attention because it was a case of wealthy people with $200 running shoes and big bank accounts sucking the coverage away from blue collar workers in middle America and the fact that no one cares if North Korea has a missile with a nuclear warhead attached until they actually take out the US west coast. 

I wonder how many hundreds of millions of dollars (billions?) was spent trying to locate the perpetrators of the Boston bombing.  The entire city of Boston was shut down for one entire day.  Thousands of military, police and fire personnel were activated for days.  Untold equipment was brought in---all to find two crazy guys. 

I especially liked it when the guvnah of Massachusetts announced to everyone after a long day of searching every property in the designated search area that it was now safe to come out. Ha.  Politicians are great, aren't they?  I mean...they are always wrong.  It was not ten minutes later that all hell broke loose in the 'hood with gunfire and helicopters and lions and tigers and bears until finally they had caught the second Muslim terrorist. 

Then it came to light that the Russians had warned us about these two guys.  The older perp was interviewed and nothing came of it.  Even when he left the country for 6 months to go to Chechnya for training, it raised no red flag with the FBI.  Kinda' reminds me of the events preceding 9-11, when our government was given all kinds of warnings and leads but chose to do nothing.  Remember how those who flew the planes into the Pentagon and the WTC only wanted to be trained on how to take off and not how to land the planes?  Duhhh. 

Nothing's changed.

Think I'll go back to looking at the rain.

My Public School Journey.......

I know there are many others out there who, like me, made a complete schizophrenic, bipolar mess of their public education as a child/adolescent.  I have often reflected on my twelve year journey.  Frankly, after going through that emotional roller coaster that involved not only readin', writin' and 'rithmetic, but also teenage acne and hormones mixed with liberal doses of rebellion, it's a wonder I can think at all.

But as I have pondered over the years my passage through the alimentary canal known as elementary, middle and high schooling, I have come to realize that much of what I am was formed in those twelve years between ages 5 and 18.  I decided to draw a graph showing my education satisfaction and confidence development over those years, and man---what a trip.  When I look at the psychotic nature of my ride I realize it's no shock I turned out the way I did.  Sigh.

If I were a product of the present, I would have been diagnosed with ADHD and several other current maladies du jour.  But of course, back in the dark ages of the 1950s and '60s, the medical establishment was quite in the dark about these syndromes, so I (fortunately) did not have the questionable benefit of the pharmaceuticals of today used for such afflictions.

You can see by the chart that my journey started off pretty badly.  The first four years in school produced bad grades (in conduct as well as in the subjects studied), any number of whippings at home (my dad preferred a belt, and it was used every 6 weeks when the report cards were delivered), a zero sense of self-worth and a very (un)healthy symptom of acting out which made my parents crazy and resulted in an uncontrollable death spiral.

Then, in the fifth grade God put me under the tutelage of one Mrs Dot Shumake at Golfcrest Elementary school and Oh.  My.  God. 

I never knew such wonderful teaching and leadership.  She was an angel.  My grades excelled. I felt good about my self.  I got no more whippings.  I'll never forget her. 

But in the Seventh grade, I was in a new school---a Jr High, or Middle school---full of bullies and advanced math and teachers you couldn't BS.  I crashed.  Back to the bottom.  Bad self-confidence.  More acting out.  And, of course, my hormones were now a player and that alone is enough to cause bedlam with most teens.  Ha.  I can laugh now but it wasn't funny back then.

Slowly, my level of achievement and satisfaction rose.  Very slowly, my grades rose.  Very slowly, I began to find myself.  But it was an ordeal.  It was probably the most productive part of my "education".  I guess everyone goes through it, but I just didn't handle it very well.  After high school, it probably took another 15 years for me to truly "find" myself and settle down as a grounded and actualized individual, although I know now that no one ever stops growing or changing.  But, those early years were certainly a trip worth remembering and reflecting upon.

I bet every one of you could tell a similar story.

Common Reasons People Do Not Attend Church/Sunday School

Here are a few of the more common reasons that many people cite when asked why they do not attend church or Sunday School.  This is a list from my own experience with others as well as myself.

I know some seem silly, or seem like just an excuse to not have to get off one's butt and actually do something on Sunday.  Nevertheless, these feelings and expressions are very real.

---I don't know what to wear
---Wear something comfortable.   

---I don't like to have to dress up
---I don't either, so I don't

---I am not knowledgeable about the bible and would be embarrassed in front of the group
---Most people either don't know much about the bible or they know a lot less than they think they do.  But don't give it a second thought, for you will not be quizzed.  Relax and enjoy

---If someone asked me to say a prayer in front of a group, I couldn't do it
---No one with any class at all will ask someone else to say a prayer unless it has been agreed upon in advance.  Relax and enjoy

---A church is a business, and I hate being hit up for money all the time
---You don't have to give any money.  But give this one some serious thought.  If the church is providing something to you and the community, shouldn't they receive the means for continuing their good work?  Besides, is your money really yours?

---My spouse doesn't like to go to church, and I don't want to go if he/she isn't going with me
---This can be tough.  But the answer is this:  you really are in this world alone...except for God, who is always with you if you will allow Him to be.  You will find spiritual benefits from church you cannot find anywhere else.  The chances are that your spouse will see your growth and want to experience it as well

---I don't know anybody there
---Don't worry---you will soon, and the people you meet in church can have an incredibly positive impact on your life

---I feel self-conscious to have to sit by myself
---My own experience with this is that sitting alone allows me to be more contemplative and focused on the service and God's Word

---If I visit, people will start calling me at home and pestering me to join
---You almost assuredly will not be pestered.  But remember that the only thing worse than being called at home by someone asking you to be part of their group is not being called and not being wanted.  Ha.

---Even if I do go and decide I would like to join, the church requires new members to stand in front of the congregation to affirm their commitment.  That is too embarrassing for me to do!
---The least you can do for a God who has given you life and talents is to commit to Him publicly.  But many churches allow new members to join in the privacy of the church office.  Personally, I don't approve of this, but it is what it is.

---Preachers always carry on too long.  Why can't the service just last an hour and end promptly so I can get home to take care of domestic business?
---Find a church that has a pastor who is organized to the point where the service ends on time.  I would not go to a church whose service runs past the scheduled time allotted

---I get spooked when the preacher starts talking about hell and satan
---Ha.  So do I.  But the devil does exist and needs to be discussed

---I always feel like the preacher is speaking directly to me when he is talking about sin
---Ha.  Me, too

---I don't understand all those terms they speak about, like Eucharist, Lent, Pentecost, etc, etc, etc..........
---Don't worry about it.  No one knows that you don't know.  A lot of people don't know.  You'll learn

---If someone asked me to read something from the bible, I'm not sure I could pronounce all those words correctly
---Probably no one will ask you to read anything without pre-arranging your approval, but if you can't pronounce something, gloss over it with a chuckle.  Pronunciation is not important

---I don't need to go to church to commune with God
---No, you don't.  But getting together with other Christians generates friendships and accelerated growth in faith

---I work all week and it is too hard to get up on Sunday mornings
---But what is most important in your life?  Think about this long and hard

---I worry about Communion---what is it all about?  What am I supposed to do?  What am I supposed to say?
---You worry too much about appearances.  Communion is one way Christians stay close to Jesus, remembering what He did for us by giving His life for our sins.  You don't have to say anything.  The wine (grape juice) and bread symbolize the body of Christ.  As you eat and drink, remember all that He has done for you and give thanks

Animal Control? Really?.......

          Cindy took this shot of the marauding but friendly Hog

I was preparing for a quiet day at home on Sunday afternoon, chillin' with my computer, when a blood-curdling scream shot through the house from the throat of my precious Cindy:  "CLINT!!!  COME QUICK!!!  THERE'S A HUGE PIG IN OUR BACK YARD!!!!

Well, the dear lady of the house certainly knows how to get my attention.  Ha.  My blood pressure immediately shot to 210/120 as I bolted from my office to the back deck. 

I got there in less than 5 seconds, but all I saw in our back yard was a teenage girl with a small terrier on a leash.  I gently turned to the Cinderoo and calmly informed her in a reassuring voice, Honey, that is a dog.  (Insert smiley face here)

But the story continues...

I asked the young girl what was going on.  She said she and her friend (who I could see about 50 yards away) were chasing a huge pot-bellied pig that had been on the lam from its owner's back yard pen for two days.  Problem is, she explained, although the porker was tame and would allow humans to approach it and even pet it, the animal knew full well what a leash is for and would not allow anyone with a leash anywhere near him.

Add to that the fact that the swine weighs around 200 pounds and is almost as quick as a deer, and you begin to see the predicament. 

I suggested that we all might benefit if I brought the critter down with my .30-.30.  I love barbeque.  But that notion was shot down (pun intended) very quickly by everyone present.

I was informed that Animal Control had been called the day before but that the 120 pound young woman who was dispatched to solve the problem was unable to do anything with the huge hog.

Animal Control was again summoned.  Within minutes, the white service truck appeared, driven by the same young lady.  In talking with her, she said there did not seem to be anything she could do because the pig was too big, too smart, and too fast a'hoof to allow itself to be caught. 

Simpleton me asked why it could not simply be anesthetised and transported to its owner or to the county Animal Control center.

Oh, no! she said---If the pig were darted, it would just panic and run away and we might never find it.

Well, this got me t' thinkin'.  The questions I asked myself were these:

---Why would Animal Control send a 120 pound young woman out on a job that would require at least three full grown men in prime physical condition to solve?

---Why would Animal Control spend several hours over a two day period spending taxpayer money on a problem they know cannot be remedied without darting the animal?

---If the young control officer actually DID dart the pig, how would she lift it into the control truck?

Anyway, after a few hours of excitement, trailing the hog all over the neighborhoods, the animal control officer left.  Her last words were I'm gonna give a citation to the owner of the pig.

In the meantime, we are now in day four of the crisis.  We have a marauding, albeit friendly, 200 pound porker running hog-wild in north Knoxville.  Some homeowners are reportedly now feeding it.  Sigh.

Would You Share a Foxhole With....?

I'm an army vet and have been around, you know?....

And last night before bed my mind began to wander as it often does before the Land of Nod claims my being.  I was thinking about the sad state of our nation and the many personages who contribute to its sorry standing.  Most of them, of course, are politicians.  Hell, everyone knows you can't trust them.

I was thinking about how soldiers are often required to spend considerable time in foxholes and how important it is to have a buddy you can fully trust to be there with you.  If you can't trust the guy next to you when the attack comes, you are in for a miserable---and perhaps final---firefight.

And I got to thinkin'---who in today's news would I be happy to share a foxhole with---you know---someone of great character, who I can trust, who tells the truth, who I trust to have my back as I have his....

First, who on the current scene would I NOT share a foxhole with?

(List is not all inclusive---not nearly enough space or time for that here.  Ha.)

1.  Lance Armstrong (Lies, Cheats, and Snitches on Others)
2.  Barack Obama (Lies, Denies, and Blames the Other Guy)
3.  Joe Biden  (There Ain't No Cure for Stupid)
4.  NYC Mayor Bloomberg  (Hypocrite of the First Magnitude)
5.  Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel ( See 1, 2 and 4 Above)
6.  Colin Powell (US Army Gen, RET---Can't Trust 'im)
7.  NJ Gov Chris Christie  (He Forgets Whose Side He's On)
8.  Sen. Harry Reid  (See 3 Above)
9.  Sen Maj Ldr John Boehner  (Too Weak to Trust)
10.Former Senator Newt Gingrich  (Too Confused from Overthinking Every Situation)
11.Roger Clemens, Barry Bonds, et al  (See 2 above)
12.Anyone from the Lamestream Media (See 2, 4, 6, 9, 10 Above)

Who Would I share a Foxhole With?

I'll get back to you on that one.

Revolution, anyone?.......

Diary

Clint Ellison

January 10   Thursday

221.5  (lost 6 pounds in 3 days)

Cindy to the store for supplies and then to the Cutting Crew where Kelly cut her hair, which was getting long.  Actually, Kelly didn't take enough off---in my opinion.  Still looks good, though.

I finished cleaning out the shower drain, which clogs up about twice a year, mostly from my hair, which is longer than the average bear's.  Ha.

I keep seeing in the media that our president and his minions are aiming to confiscate and control Americans' right to own arms.  I loathe government.  Our leaders are an arrogant, Godless bunch.  May they burn in hell.  What a shame we citizens must suffer loss of liberty while they live exhorbitant, spoiled lifestyles.  Is there a George Washington or John Hancock still walking among us today?....you know---a leader for our times to help us rise up against this ever increasing yoke of government control? 

We have kicked God from our schools and our public places and our government.  We have legalized the murder of millions of little babies in the name of "choice".  We have forced religious entities to pay for contraception against their core mission statements.  We have encouraged and glorified homosexuality and raised it to a level equal to marriage between woman and man.  We have banned free speech in the name of political correctness.  We have disproportionately taxed the achievers in our society and rewarded those who profit from sloth.  We have given monies to foreign nations of ill moral standing to entice their favor.  We have maimed and killed scores of thousands of our youth in questionable wars that have no prospect of finality.

I could go on and on.  Thomas Jefferson said:

--- "The strongest reason for the people to retain the right to keep and bear arms is, as a last resort, to protect themselves against tyranny in government"

--- "The beauty of the second amendment is that it will not be needed until they try to take it"

--- "The policy of the American government is to leave their citizens free, neither restraining or aiding them in their pursuits"

--- "When the people fear their government, there is tyranny; when the government fears the people, there is liberty"

--- "What country can preserve its liberties if its rulers are not warned from time to time that their people preserve the spirit of resistance?"

--- "I predict future happiness for Americans if they can prevent the government from wasting the labors of the people under the pretense of taking care of them"

And finally, my favorite:

--- "The tree of Liberty must be refreshed from time to time, with the blood of its patriots and tyrants.  It is its natural manure"

Christmas in Gatlinburg!

From the first time I ever visited the Smoky Mountain town of Gatlinburg back when I was a nineteen year old boy, I always thought it would be the greatest adventure to spend Christmas there.  All of these years have gone by, and I was never able to get away for a Christmas in that gorgeous village that is nestled into the ridges of the Smokies below storied Mt LeConte.

And, when I discovered early in my relationship with Cindy that she, too, had always dreamed of a Gatlinburg Christmas, we made a vow to spend Christmas there the first chance we got.

It happened this year!  We made reservations almost a year in advance at the Edgewater Hotel in the heart of the downtown area.  Our room overlooked the Little Pigeon River, and we had a balcony that jutted over that friendly rill, and our view of Mt LeConte and the Space Needle and the surrounding hills was spectacular.

We were in easy walking distance of all of downtown---the shops and galleries and restaurants and yes, the tourist traps.  And walk we did---all over the place.  Our cameras were ablaze both night and day.  Oh, what fun!

Come with me now as our December 23d, 24th and 25th come alive again on Lyrics of Love and Lore.......

 

Our Hotel...The Edgewater on The Little Pigeon River

 

 

 

 

From our Balcony, Looking South Downriver

 

 

From Hotel Balcony, Looking East Toward Downtown Gatlinburg and the Space Needle

 

 

From Hotel Balcony, Looking North

 

 

 

 

Lotsa' Shenanigans Downtown

 

 

The Space Needle Observation Deck Towers 407' Above Downtown Gatlinburg

 

 

 

 

 

Our Hotel From the Observation Deck

 

 

The Tramway

 

 

Big fancy Homes With a View in the Surrounding Hills

 

 

 

Downtown Area---Shops, Restaurants, Tourist Traps, Etc....

 

 

It's Always Smoky In the Smokies

 

 

We Dropped in Here to See How Moonshine is Made.  Cindy Was Given a 1-OZ Free Sample and She Wanted to Stay a While...."They Call It That Good Ole Mountain Dew / And Them That Refuse it Are Few..."

 

 

Lotsa' Chocolate Goodies From The Stores On the Main Drag

 

 

 

River Shots

 

 

 

 

Happy Holidays, Everyone!

 

Mom's 90th Birthday and Thanksgiving Reunion

Last June, I began to hatch an almost impossible plot. 

Mission:  to surprise my mom on her 90th birthday.

Her big day occurs in late November, so I began to contact family members months in advance to see if I could get commitments from everyone to attend.  This was, for many, no small thing.  I planned to have the party at our home in Knoxville, but niece Wendy lives in Austin, Texas.  Daughters Debbie and Diane live in Enfield, Connecticut and Augusta, Georgia, respectively. 

We had other family members from North Carolina, Arkansas, Georgia and Tennessee.

I think God wanted us to have this big party because, miraculously, everyone made plans to be here and He allowed us to have a wonderful reunion and birthday celebration together.

The planning for the event was constant up until the guests began to arrive on November 21.  Cindy worked tirelessly to cook ahead of time and clean, paint and organize.  I shared ideas with her for making the event fun for everyone.  It was a huge success.  When everyone had left for home, we both sat down and thanked God for the wonderful lifetime memories we all share.

The Birthday Girl

 

 

Brother Dave

 

 

Wendi and Cindy

 

 

Jan

 

 

Lucinda

 

 

Patti

 

 

Kevin

 

 

Wendi

 

 

Catherine

 

 

Cindy

 

 

Diane and Debbie

 

 

Fred

 

 

Deb and Me

 

 

Dave and Jan

 

 

Dave, Richard and Fred

 

 

Cindy Serves the Cake to Mom (Yes, There Are 90 Candles!)

 

 

Canyon, Lucinda and Mom

 

 

Mom Recites Edward Lear's "The Owl and the Pussycat" for the Group

 

 

Wendi Entertains

 

 

Actin' Silly

 

 

Lucinda, Debbie and Diane

 

 

Richard

 

 

All the Different Places Represented

 

 

TOP L---R  Richard, Catherine, David, Debbie, Eileen, Fred, Lucinda, Tracy, Clint, Patti, Cindy  ROW 2 Seated L---R  Diane, Clinton, Jan, Wendi  BOTTOM ROW  L---R  Tyler, Canyon