Hot, but soon to get cold and wet

86º with a "feel like" of 97º here in Kenwood at 1:00 pm Wednesday.  Humidity of 63% -- 100% chance of rain tonight with a cold front coming through around 10 pm and temp then 61º.

Picked up Darlene Winslow at the Harlingen Airport coming in from West Branch, Michigan last night about 8 pm.  Guess I didn't take my camera out of its case!  We got a bite to eat at Whataberger a couple blocks down the street from Kenwood, and delivered her to her home.  She was pleased with the more shallow steps I had made.  Picked her up this morning, at breakfast at Whataberger. 

I had this new offering - a Breakfast Burger with a Jr. burger patty, cheese, hash browns, egg, and bacon.  The proportions in the poster are a little misleading.  Height compared to width were about half or less than shown.  It was an okay sandwich, though..

We then went to Walmart in Harlingen where both Phyllis & Darlene got groceries.  I stayed in the pickup with my music for Men of A Chord and practiced for the barbershop chorus which will start practice next Tuesday.

Where I have the Teeter sitting for the winter.

Upside down view when looking up when on the Teeter

Planted seeds of a great grape tomato Monday

Hopefully they will look like this in 60 days

Intended to mention when I posted a few days ago about putting a "new" desk in our place -- it is actually the desk that Phyllis used the last three years up in the office when she worked as Activity Director.  I spotted it sitting along the fence in the area where we take garbage, recyclables and lawn waste.  It had been rained on some, but other than re-gluing some laminate on the sides and placing the new top over the weather-blistered top, it is in great shape and much bigger surface as well as extra drawers and shelves.


GROANER'S CORNER:((   The elderly priest, speaking to the younger priest, said, "It was a good idea to replace the first four pews with plush bucket theater seats. It worked like a charm. The front of the church always fills first now." The young priest nodded, and the old priest continued, "And you told me adding a little more beat to the music would bring young people back to church, so I supported you when you brought in that rock'n'roll gospel choir. Now our services are consistently packed to the balcony."
"Thank you, Father," answered the young priest. "I am pleased that you are open to the new ideas of youth."
"All of these ideas have been well and good," said the elderly priest, "but I'm afraid you've gone too far with the drive-thru confessional."
"But, Father," protested the young priest, "my confessions and the donations have nearly doubled since I began that!"
"Yes," replied the elderly priest, "and I appreciate that.
But the flashing neon sign, 'Toot 'n Tell or Go to Hell' cannot stay on the church roof. --------------------------  Q. Why are married women heavier than single women?  A. Single women come home, see what's in the fridge and go to bed.  Married women come home, see what's in bed and go to the fridge. ---------------- My boss arrived at work in a brand-new Rolls Royce.“Wow,” I said. “That’s an amazing car.”He replied, “If you work hard, put all your hours in, and strive for excellence, I’ll get another one next year!"

Later, Lynn

Some thoughts

Have you used many/any of these words?

This was at the Pumpkin Farm we went to with kids/grandkids/greatgrandkid in Iowa.

After all the admonishments, they say HAVE FUN! 

Sign says:  Children under the age of 12 will need to be supervised by an adult at all times.

Alcohol is prohibited

No smoking throughout entire farm.

Vehicles are to stay within the designated parking area and please drive with caution.

Not responsible for personal injury.

Shoes required throughout the farm.

Please help keep our farm clean and use the trash cans provided.

No profanity or inappropriate behavior.  We reserve the right to remove any persons behaving inappropriate.

And last of all – HAVE FUN!

CRABBY OLD MAN

Here is an old poem forwarded to us by Dick or Deanne Messer.  The older we get, the more real it seems.  An article I found on the Web relates to it originating in Australia read it HERE 

 What do you think?

CRABBY OLD MAN  

When an old man died in the geriatric ward of a nursing home in North Platte , Nebraska , it was believed that he had nothing left of any value.

Later, when the nurses were going through his meager possessions, They found this poem . Its quality and content so impressed the staff that copies were made and distributed to every nurse in the hospital .

One nurse took her copy to Missouri . The old man's sole bequest to posterity has since appeared in the Christmas edition of the News Magazine of the St. Louis Association for Mental Health A slide presentation has also been made based on his simple, but eloquent, poem. 

And this little old man, with nothing left to give to the world, is now the author of this 'anonymous' poem winging across the Internet.
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Crabby Old Man 

What do you see nurses? . . What do you see?
What are you thinking . . . . . when you're looking at me?
A crabby old man, . ... . not very wise,
Uncertain of habit .. . . . . . . .. with faraway eyes?

Who dribbles his food . . .. . . . and makes no reply .
When you say in a loud voice .. . . . .. 'I do wish you'd try!'
Who seems not to notice . . . the things that you do .
And forever is losing . . . . .. . . . . A sock or shoe?

Who, resisting or not . . . . . . .. . . lets you do as you will,
With bathing and feeding............ The long day to fill?
Is that what you're thinking?........Is that what you see?
Then open your eyes, nurse . . . . you're not looking at me .

I'll tell you who I am . As I sit here so still,
As I do at your bidding, . . . . . as I eat at your will.
I'm a small child of Ten .. . . . . . with a father and mother,
Brothers and sisters . . . ... . . . . who love one another.

A young boy of Sixteen . . with wings on his feet
Dreaming that soon now . . . .. . . . a lover he'll meet..
A groom soon at Twenty . my heart gives a leap.
Remembering, the vows . . . . . . that I promised to keep.

At Twenty-Five, now . . . . . . . . I have young of my own.
Who need me to guide . . . . And a secure happy home.
A man of Thirty . . . . .. . . . . My young now grown fast,
Bound to each other . . . . . . . With ties that should last.

At Forty, my young sons .. . have grown and are gone,
But my woman's beside me . . . . . . to see I don't mourn.
At Fifty, once more, babies play 'round my knee,
Again, we know children . . . . . . . My loved one and me.

Dark days are upon me . . my wife is now dead.
I look at the future ... . . . . . . . . shudder with dread..
For my young are all rearing . . . . .. young of their own.
And I think of the years . . . and the love that I've known.

I'm now an old man . . . . . . .. . . and nature is cruel.
Tis jest to make old age . . . . look like a fool.
The body, it crumbles . . . . . . . grace and vigor, depart.
There is now a stone . . . . . . where I once had a heart.

But inside this old carcass . . a young guy still dwells,
And now and again . . . .. . . . my battered heart swells.
I remember the joys . . . . . . . . . I remember the pain.
And I'm loving and living . . . . . .. . . . . . life over again.

I think of the years, all too few . . . . . . gone too fast.
And accept the stark fact . . . . . . that nothing can last.
So open your eyes, people . . . . . . . . open and see.
Not a crabby old man. Look closer . . . . see ME!!

Remember this poem when you next meet an older person who you might brush aside without looking at the young soul within . . . . we will all, one day, be there, too!