Traveling, books and my LOVE!

(Buffalo Bills house and ranch near North Platte, NE)
I like to travel. Maybe there is something I like better, but for safety sake (mine) I will not mention it. Of course tonight ain’t the night, or I would not be on this key board. !!! HA!

Our Senior Tour of the US is in the infancy of planning. Of course we are looking for unique and interesting places, because of the possibility of a book. Not writing makes me feel like something is missing. I haven’t enough ideas yet to form a book in my mind, so I haven’t recorded much. Also I haven’t contacted my new ‘proof reader’ nor made any arrangements. Sherry is turning her job over to someone else (according to her). Maybe this person will not be as tough as Sherry!

(Crazy Horse monument, Mock-up in white, the mountain carving in the back ground, This is in the Black Hills.)

The next book was to be a Romance Novel, I don’t know why, other than I have been asked by several folks if I was ever going to write a romance novel, so I guess that is the real reason, but I need inspiration. Traveling inspires me.

(Devil's Tower in Wyoming)

(Badlands of South Dakota)

(Corn Palace, Mitchell, SD, the worlds largest bird feeded!)

I would venture to say I have written nearly zero chapters while this coach was in the North Carolina area, too much diversion. I read more here though. I have read two Robert Parker books in a week. I am starting on a Jonathan Kellerman, called ‘Evidence’. So I will enjoy reading and hoping an idea pops into my brain.

(Still traveling, this is the location of the real 'Little House on the Prairie, these cotton woods were actually planted by Pa Ingalls! DeSmet, SD)

I just put my girl to bed (that is always fun) I didn't read her a bed time story, but I did try to tell her how much I love her. That girl is a lot of fun. We have this thing, one of us will start singing one line of a song, “You make me so very happy, I’m so glad you came into my life, (then together we sing) Thank you baby!” That was sung by a group called ‘Blood, Sweat & Tears. (BUT, we do it so much better). HA!

(Gateway to the WEST, St. Louis, Missouri, OF COURSE!)

Then sometimes I will sing, ‘I’m a lucky fella, she rings my bella’!
We do silly stuff, but it is fun. Life can be great in a motor home.
Any more ideas of people, places or things for us to visit, going across country fire away.
Thanks for coming by the log,
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Lettin' the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier'n puttin' it back.

There comes an end, Then a beginning!

Mary Ann and Enoch, I just grabbed this picture, this lady is usually smiling.

But there is no need dreading and worrying. We lost a friend two days ago. He lived in this very park. Name was Enoch Kirkland. He was Mary Ann’s husband. We always call Mary Ann when we come up, just to let her know we are in the area. We have known Mary Ann most of her life, at least Sherry Has, I did not meet Mary Ann until she was probably fourteen. She is the sweetest lady. Beautiful, with bright silver hair. An Emergency vehicle past our coach a few days ago, our first thoughts were of Enoch.

It was him, and he had fell and cut his toe. Not good, because he had a hundred medical ‘issues’. Mary Ann asked the emergency escort to stop by and ask us to come up. To keep it short we went up for a few minutes. Enoch did not look good. But as usual he indicated death was not that bad and he would sort of welcome it. But until then he was gonna sit on the porch and enjoy what was left of life.

Things got worse and they flew Enoch out of the mountains to Charlotte where he left Mary Ann and his soul took its flight. The funeral was today. So there does come an end, as we all know. Shirl’s return e-mail after I notified her, was a few words, including, “I know what she is going through,” AND She does.

So do some of you who are reading. Thank God, so far we do not. Losing parents and brothers and sister is bad enough. So last night I held Sherry a little more, and she held me.

God, be with Mary Ann as she faces life and She will, She is one tough cookie.

Take care, don’t fear the end, but don’t live worrying about it either. If you are a believing person, ‘tis good. If not? Just my opinion, but it is worth thinking about. I trust my mama and dad they were believers.
Anyway I know how I feel, and I don’t argue with a soul. We all walk this road of life; I have a hope of where it leads.

Nite Shipslog

PS: The late Will Rogers said:
There are 2 theories to arguing with a woman...

neither works.
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Never miss a good chance to shut up.

If by a Stroke of fate???????

Nobody I know, remembers the Radio program called ‘If by a stroke of Fate”. I loved the program. The premise was, going back in history and using a what if? What if the first submarine had worked as planned in the Civil War (was one I remember).

There was one where they took on, ‘what the world would have been like if Abe Lincoln had not went to the Ford Theatre that night’. It kept me interested.

The other night Sherry and I were discussing things that could have happened to keep us from ever meeting. Amazing. I know she would have been an old maid spinster still waiting for me (LOL???). And I would be the lonely sailor, sailing around the world looking for her and we would never meet! That is a sad thought.

I am glad we got it right the first time. I know folks who got it right, but it took one or two (mis-dreams or mistakes) or a death.

Before I moved to Belmont, Sherry had contemplated moving to Burlington, NC with a girl friend, but in the end she didn’t. If my dad had not moved the family to Belmont, to a new pastorate, I would not have met Sherry.

You can play a game like that for fun, but you cannot seriously live your life saying, “What If?” I have seen too many and surely you have too. The ones who continually want to go back and change things. But in this life you cannot recall one word said, change one step taken and you cannot relive even a minute. So take charge of the present. Happiness is not all behind you, it is here. We choose to be cheerful or sad, bitter or sweet, which is what makes us different than the animal.

So, what if I had been born a Rockefeller, OH HO!!!!!

Thanks for coming by the log, I am sincerely glad you ‘happened’ to come this way.

Nite Shipslog
PS:

All of us could take a lesson from the weather.
Have you noticed, it pays no attention to criticism.

Observations in Chruch

Something unusual for us. The second Sunday in a row we are late for church. There was a time in my earlier life I arrived every where 15 minutes early. That comes from my raising, a dad who hated to be late, and from the military that said, ”There is NEVER an excuse for being late, other than death, then it had better be yours.”



The Marine Corps was the worst, and I was NEVER late. Your orders were: anticipate, traffic, flat tires, wrecks, dead battery, etc and allow time for it. So it was built in, our family was always early. That gave time to relax, chat and visit before the actual scheduled time. It worked for us.
Now it is a different story. Losing your hearing will do that. I want to be on time and don’t care if I am a little late, that way I DO NOT have to try to listen and understand what is said.

When you cannot understand the preacher, or speaker you occupy yourself at people watching. Today was one of those days. I could not understand a word the speaker was saying. So looking around the congregation of about 50 at the Camp Ground Church Service these are my observations:

1. One lady gave her husband a couple back rubs to keep him awake, I assume her husband.

2. The average age of the congregation was 60 (only because of four youngsters who mess up the curve, ha!) Without the kids the average would have been 68-71.
3. Two boys entertained themselves switching their sandals from left to right feet. When they were tired of that they counted their money. Were you ever faced with this dilemma in church? I was, me and my buddies would see who could hold their breath the longest.
4. There were 5 other bald men, I was the baldest. (That means I win)

5. There were six folks who did not have grey hair. (I think a couple of those ladies cheated).
6. The young preacher looked familiar. I finally figured out that he looked like one of Sherry’s nephews, Cody.
7. Three people were sleeping (they had no one to give them a back rub!)

8. The Great Hall was decorated for the Fourth with flags, stars, etc.

9. I learned a backrub will keep you awake in church.

10. Most women sit their purses on the floor. Some hold them others hang them on their chairs.

11. The service is supported by volunteers from the Caldwell Southern Baptist Convention. I have noticed that Baptist preachers and deacons tend to pray long prayers. That is not a complaint, we all need prayer. That is my observation from our experience of attending many different churches and denominations as we travel.

We hope you have a great Sunday.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
'The nearest thing to eternal life we will ever see on this earth is a government program.' - Ronald Reagan

Where is the scapel?

We have been having a little problem with one of the Air conditioners. It was drawing too much current and kicking the campground breaker. I know next to nothing about a/c, but I know motors, a little elec, and how to unbutton and undress an a/c.

Up on the roof I go. Rip the covers off, nothing obvious except the coils are too dirty. With Sherry’s help we got the vacuum cleaner up on top of the motor home. I had to ‘make ‘a brush to clean the tight spots. It worked. I oiled the motor and that was all I could do.
Sherry knows the controls inside, I don’t. She started the front a/c and it seemed to work better. I made a command decision to unbutton the back a/c and clean it, since the stuff was all up on the roof. It was not in as bad a shape as the front but I cleaned it and buttoned it back up.


Everything came down, the breaker did not kick. We put all the tools and equipt. Up.
Then “Hey sweetheart did you see the little brush I made?”
“I don’t think so.”

Like the surgeon who leaves something inside and sews you back up, I looked at the roof. You don’t think I left that brush on the inside of the a/c do you? Could have. I climbed up to look on the roof just to make sure I hadn’t left it lying around. NOPE!

I decided to climb up and undress the a/c again to get the brush. Oh wait, let me check one more place. Behind the washer and dryer where the vacuum hose is kept. OH HO! There it was looking lost and glad I had found it. Me too! Sometimes things actually work out the right way!

(LONDON - As many as 722 objects were said to have been left inside patients in 2008 alone, courtesy careless medical staff and botched operations.)

So now both a/c’s are cleaned and I hope work another few years.
Thanks for coming by the log,
Nite Shipslog

(The following is a public service announcement)

PS:

A friend was nursing her baby, her cousin's six-year-old daughter, Krissy, came into the room. Never having seen anyone breast feed before, she was intrigued and full of all kinds of questions about what was being done. After mulling over the answers, she remarked,

'My mom has some of those, but I don't think she knows how to use them.'

Let that be a lesson to your girls! (Some boys need to know the real purpose here, also!)

Wedding preparations and doctors!

So, What are you going to wear? (Is the question I heard)
Is it really important? (YES!)
I have a new suit I bought in 1982 or a blazer I bought in 1976, either sounds good to me. (You what?)
Am I missing something here? I have a perfectly good suit. It is probably 20 years newer than Sam’s, out in Colorado. It looks great. (Sam won’t be here!)
How do you know Sam won’t be here? (Does it still fit?)
Does what still fit? (The suit?)
Sure, if I can lose five or six pounds real quick, how long do I have? (Two weeks)
No Problem, ½ pound a day should do it.
Why do I hear,( hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!)

Hey Log, DID I TELL YOU WE HAVE A WEDDING TO ATTEND?
My question, what does anyone expect of a grandpa? NOTHING! HE IS OLD, HE IS COOL, A LITTLE SENILE AND THEY WILL BE GLAD IF HE IS ABLE TO SHOW UP. Who cares what he wears? Everyone is supposed to be looking at the Bride and Groom, I don’t want to out shine them, if I did I would wear my Elvis leisure suit and blue suede shoes, talking about cool!!!!!
So now you know we are ready for the Wedding. Sherry picked the prettiest pair of shoes out of 8,000+ designs.

Okay here is the skinny about Doctors:

Okay, the results of the medical visits.
First Sherry’s: Same-old Same-old. Dr. Locklear says everything looks good! (I tell her that every night, why does she need a second opinion?)

Mine: First they did the ultra sound, because? Well, just because ‘ we do it for some things we suspect, and sometimes because of a patient’s extended age.’ So why mine? (She says it is the age thing, has nothing to do with pregnancy!) WHEW!

Blood work. Test showed it was red. The Tri- (things)= good, sugar= good, HDL=good, LDL=nearly very bad, total 237. That number sounded good to me, that was my score on qualification day, using a United States rifle M1, caliber 30, clip fed, gas operated shoulder weapon and I got the expert marksmanship medal. Gotta be a good number!

Paperwork says no Jack that ain’t good. SOOOOOOOOOOO? I do not know yet. I am still thinking. But remember those triglyceride things are good!

So, I ask, why haven’t I heard from y’all? I looked at the address they were using, half of it is gone, that is why I haven’t heard. The nice lady fixed it (I think).
Thanks for coming by the log.

Nite Shipslog
PS:
George Carlin said it best about Martha Stewart,

"Boy, I feel a lot safer now that she's behind bars. O. J. Simpson and Kobe Bryant are still walking around; Osama Bin Laden too, but they take the ONE woman in America willing to cook, clean, and work in the yard, and they haul her off to jail."

Shoes and Ultra sound.

We have been on a trip. Ordered by doctors. There was first Sherry’s physical. Then a trip to the VA hospital for an ordered ultra sound.
My wife knows about medical stuff, so I asked, What is an ultra sound? She grinned and said that is the noise you make when…….., Just kidding. She said, 'one use is to determine the health and sex of the unborn baby!'
“REALLY? That woman doctor thinks I am pregnant?”

As Ora would say ‘Sheesh’! I think I said something else. I knew we had plenty of time before the motel check in so I asked if she wanted to stop by the Concord Mill’s Mall and walk to pass the time. She smiled and said she thought that was a good idea.

SHOES! ARE YOU KIDDING ME?

We have a wedding coming up. Joshua and Britany. Sherry has bought her dress, she and Evelyn did that a week or so ago. BUT I did not know you also had to have special shoes too!
DO YOU HAVE ANY IDEA HOW MANY PAIRS OF SHOES ARE IN A MALL? In one store alone I counted the shoes on display on one island. Fifty pairs, know how many islands in the store? EIGHTY that is 4000 shoes on the islands alone. Not counting the ‘clearance racks’ and all around the walls!

She found a pair and a clutch purse there. WOMEN HAVE TO BE VERY SMART, TO go through and remember the ones they liked, then go back and FIND that pair. Of course I helped by carrying the ‘last’ selected pair.

I am not pregnant, I am not a woman and if so, I wouldn’t last one day! It must be nerve wracking to be a woman. Oh, and the shoes? Some of them look like they are into bondage with all the leather straps. SHEESH! You could also die from a fall from some of those high heels! (or at least get a nose bleed!)

WE are home now, How do you people afford to stay in motels?????? Get an RV or a tent for heavens sake.
Thanks for coming by the log.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Leonardo Da Vinci invented scissors. Also, it took him 10 years to paint Mona Lisa 's lips.

(Now read say it baldy’s at

http://sayit-baldys.blogspot.com/ read & scroll down to the”inner beauty and vigor” entry, CONCERNING MONA'S SMILE))

sex

This is what we dated in, 1955/56 No sex in this car!!!!

I probably won't comment too much tonight, we are on a day trip on the lap top.

I have started several Blog entries. One on Ignorance, one on Politics, One on oil, and one on sex. They all seemed to say the same, except the last seemed to be more interesting.
Got a note from Ora, who is reading a book. A Good book, but she is complaining about the inclusion of explicitly describing every sex act. Sherry complains about that also. I have a fuss with authors who must use so many profane words. Also I do not like the detailed descriptions of each sex act as the two mentioned girls do.

I am a Louis Lamoure fan. I have read everything he has written at least once, and many of them two or three times. The man wrote a clean book, and kept your interest until the end. I never knew there were Western ‘Sex’ books. I thought the bank robberies, rustling, talks around the camp fire and bucking broncos’ was enough. But then I had never read any of the series of ‘Long Arm’. I do read the books because I like the western flavor, but as Ora, says she does a lot of fast-forwarding.
Sex cannot be as exciting to the young folks, because according to many studies there are kids who are sexually active from twelve (and some below). So when it comes time for marriage, sex is not a major factor or thrill.

I read something my friend Fred said, and I knew exactly what he was talking about! During the wedding ceremony he could hardly pay attention, thinking of later that night. YEP! Fred, I know exactly how you felt.
I always just listened when I heard boys say, ‘I got some’. Most of my buddies never talked about sexual conquests, ‘cause we didn’t have any! I hear all the stuff about the 50’s and what went on, the wild stuff did not happen in Albemarle, Valdese or Belmont, NC, at least not where I was. Hey, I am a red blooded guy, I tried (and tried, and tried, and tried) but Sherry and I both were ‘inexperienced’ that night.
BUT! BUT that night, wow, that night. I found out just how beautiful my girl really was!!!! ‘nuff said. Sherry says there is a limit to ‘TRANSPARENCY’. HAHAHA!
Speaking of sex, did you read Bill’s comment yesterday? Fits right in!!!!
Thanks for coming this way,
Nite Shipslog
PS: Just a tiny amount of liquor on a scorpion will make it instantly go mad and sting itself to death. (There are people like that!)

Senior Love, Elvis lives!

Losing a partner must be the worst possible thing in the world. Seniors deserve happiness. Some older folk are content to remain single with no attachments. Some want to ‘date’ for company. Many single seniors are comfortable to eat out, shop and be a tourist alone, while others despise to go out by themselves or along with a couple and be the spare tire as some see it. Most couples do not look at the person that way; it is the perception of that single senior.


I just read a short story by Jim Martin, a pastor and also a school teacher in Missouri. A great spoof of an elderly guy in a nursing home searching for happiness, The guy turns out to be the King himself. Well you must admit he has to be somewhere (if he ain’t dead!). Our family had one super Elvis fan; Sherry’s Sister Colette was a dedicated fan of the King. Anyway it is a Great short story on Associated content. http://www.associatedcontent.com/article/5497920/tour.html?cat=44
Jim posts some good short stories there. This one is about 700 words.

I know for all who was around in his hey-day, he will be forever young.

Who knows what he looks like now, hiding away?

Mr. Cool that is for sure.

Elvis got me side tracked.

I tried to get my mama to see some of the suitors that showed up at her door after dad died, but she said, “ I had my man son.” So she never remarried. Some folk can live like that, others must have a mate or company if you wish. It is always company they wish, in the years after 70 (Just ask anyone 40 or below, don’t dare ask the folk over 75 if sex is still possible!) Yeah, they keep lying to me too!

Most folk in their senior years can find happiness, if their adult children or other jealous seniors will let them. I have been asked how long should a person wait after the death of a spouse before they start seeing someone? My cute answer is, “The day of the funeral is not a good idea!” But there is no set time. There are some folk, who enjoy running other folks lives, who will never see enough time. The answer is whatever the person concerned feels comfortable with. FORGET THE BUSY BODIES, EVEN THE CHILDREN WHO WANT TO TELL YOU HOW TO SPEND YOUR LIFE!

As a senior we don’t have the luxury of a five year courtship (if you plan to get married). Do what makes your life complete and ignore the snide remarks, they don’t count anyway.

Take care and thanks for coming this way.
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Health nuts are going to feel stupid someday,
lying in hospitals, dying of nothing.

RV'ing and getting read for the nursing home.

As a senior citizen I am enjoying retirement. I worked for it, we planned it together. We had a little money. We loved camping and traveling. In the past we had owned tents, a homemade pop-up, a couple travel trailers. We thought maybe we might like a motor home. We could rent one for two weeks for a couple thousand dollars, or buy one. We decided to look for a cheap (?) motor home to buy. We found a good buy on a small Toyota, 21’ Ranger. We got it at a price, that if it did not work out I could make a stake truck out of it and sell it for more than we paid. It was the best investment we ever made, we loved it. We made our first trip to the North East in it. What a wonderful trip.

So we started hearing rumors of Florida. OLD folk from up North were buying Motor homes and driving to Florida. In Florida they bought homes, and the Motor homes were sold for a song. So to Florida we went. Surprise! No one was giving away Motor homes in Florida either. But we did, by luck, find a real deal. It was an accidental eaves drop by Sherry. A man on a pay phone beside was looking for a motor home also. So we struck up a conversation.

He told us of a deal he had worked out in Lakeland, but he was not going to take it, he had found something else in Alabama. So we bought it.

Now all I hear about is nursing homes.




(Come on Mrs. Darnell, sign right here and all your troubles are over, they are ours!!)

(We have a supervised rest time! as you see)

(For a fee, we have great views, and for a small price you can have someone bring your pet!)

(As you can see we are getting Mr. Darnell ready for the ball game later today, he is pitching!)

Over the years that we have lived in motor homes things have changed. We used phone cards and pay phones to communicate with home. Then came the Bag-cell phones. Then the cell phones with reasonable long distance. Now we are on the internet. Things are going great. Since I lost my hearing I can still communicate, BUT now, over the years I have gotten older. So on this net I am now getting information on Wheel chair usage, purchase or rental. Oh yes, the BEST NURSING homes.
To top it all I have just won a million dollars from Coca Cola Bottling company, in some senior contest I never heard of, all I have to do is……blah blah….
Then there are the best Senior citizens housing offers.

But the orthopedic bed for my dog? I know they have my address mixed up with Lucy out in Nebraska or Betty in CA. I just forward them to Lucy for Spunky!!!!! LOL (just a joke Lucy dear, don’t throw stuff!!!!!)

But all these folks think I am ready to quit RV’ing. Do they know something I don’t????? HMMMMMMMMM?

Thanks for coming this way.
NIte Shipslog
PS:
Donald Duck comics were banned from Finland because he doesn't wear pants. I had a friend that tried that and no one noticed!

Walking, walking and talking

WAlking is good, this is Paula walking one of her turtles!

This process has helped us through some of the same personal family crisis many families have faced. Walking thru the woods, around a lake, by a creek and even up a mountain helps get your mind off the things you have already turned over to the highest power. Funny how we , particularly me, will say It is something I cannot change, I can accept that. Then an hour later will be trying to think of a way to FIX it.
But our walks and talks have always calmed the ‘evil spirits’ (ha) that seem to bug us.

Sherry on the AT. I followed her over 1800 miles.

This is Sherry practicing to walk with me. Learning my personality.

This is me being trained to walk. My personal trainer. By fate we weren't to be married. LOL

WE all see times that we think, no, we know, things are going to ‘Hell in a hand basket’ (whatever that means???) WE MUST do something!

Then someone we know dies unexpectedly. Someone close (or our age), finds out they have cancer. A stoke hits close. we visit a good friend in a nursing home and see the quality of life there. At that time, and usually only then, I realize the fragile line I am walking. Then for a little while say, when problems come up, if I cannot fix it, I will have the serenity to accept that.

Lord help me to do that for the rest of my life. That reminds me of the short statement Fred used once, “When I say Lord help me, Frances always says, HE is!”

Now since this is a Blog, I usually say what is on my mind. I just heard Sherry tell Glenda on the phone, “Yes, there are no secrets in our family; Jack puts them on the blog.”
Like most of you, I read several blogs. I do it for different reasons. Some for fun, some for entertainment, a couple for their spiritual content, some to see a foreign view and some to get a bit of wisdom and encouragement. This is a great medium for that.

I am amazed at some of you, you can put some gems of knowledge in short packages, even in your comments. You are succinct and precise. I on the other hand drag on and on to say something.

Thanks. As we walk and talk, some of the things you have said come up, we laugh, we smile and most of the time agree that you guys are pretty good friends.

Thanks for coming by the log.
NIte Shipslog
PS:
Did you realize that:

….Life is sexually transmitted.
Or that.....
….Good health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die

Prayer is good!

I always say this is OUR Blog, Sherry & Jack, unless it is something Sherry disagrees with, and then it is my blog. LOL! I was raised in a Christian home, very conservative. I was raised to believe in God and that he could do all things, nothing was impossible to him.

When I was about 12 my first test came, my dog died. Ace was the greatest dog in the world. I buried him. But before that I asked God to bring him back to life, He didn’t. So after the Burial I prayed over his grave every night, Asking God to make sure Ace was in heaven, even if he was the only dog there. This kid earnestly prayed.

Mom had taught Shirl and I to pray each night. One night Shirl kept correcting my prayers and I called mama and told her if Shirl kept messing up my prayers I was going to knock her down (Sisters think they know everything!) Mama fixed it. I learned what mama could not fix, it would take God.I have thanked God for many things in my life, and I have asked him for things much more. Today I got some news that concerns some of you on the net because you are familiar with the guy. Others it concerns because you are a Christian and believe in prayer. This has never been an overly religious BLOG, but there comes a time to ask for prayer.



This is one of those; here is a copy of the e-mail I just received:
hi jack, On Wed Gary suffered a mild stroke at home. he was rushed to Carthage hospital, given tpa a clot buster drug and rushed to upstate university hospital stroke center in Syracuse, Ny. On Fri he had a stent placed in the right carotid. He has regained his strength on the left side. He has had a final test this morning and I should be taking him home after lunch. He said you would know who to let know and ask for prayers. Thanks Anna Mae
if you want to know
what we have been up to you can go to our site

click here at http://oldboomerwoodys.blogspot.com/

"IN GOD WE TRUST" !

G A R Y

( This is Gary in his younger years!)

Gary is the author of Old Boomer’s page. Please take a moment and offer a prayer in his behalf. Thanks!
If you read S’gar, the Character ‘Woody’ was inspired by Gary.

I also received some good news. Mrs. Jackson of Jackson’s Cafeteria dropped us a card thanking us for the book ‘Rags’ and thanking us for the gift of the Greek Fisherman’s hat.

She said Bob had read Rags before he passed away and said she should read it; she had just finished it and wanted to invite us to dinner. Of course we are out of town now, but think ‘how gracious the lady is’.

Thanks for coming by the log,
Nite Shipslog
PS:
Drop by the Boomers Page and wish him well.
http://oldboomerwoodys.blogspot.com/

You all are a great bunch!!!!

Yeah, we actually moved (again)!

Surprise, we have moved. We moved to Shirl’s RV park in Belmont, hoping we would be in and out before she got back from a trip. But she caught us. She was forgiving and gave us some oranges and grapefruits. WE took some tomatoes and squash and left there heading for Lenior, NC. So now we are in the mountains again. Taking a short vacation before the long one. This is good for us. The mountain air and the cool weather. We don’t have the view that the Blueridgeboomer has, but it is nice. We are in a Valley.

While we are here we like to head out and find some part of the Appalachian Trail to walk on and talk to some hikers. Sherry never comments but follows a bunch of blogs here on blogger and another bunch on a hiker forum. Maybe we will meet someone she reads. There was also a country restaurant somewhere near, in Virginia, where we ate some great ‘fried Chicken’ while hiking the AT. I hope we can make it there.

WE will be modifying our trip plans as time approaches. Our first stop is planned at Cleveland, TN to see Fred & Frances. We must go over to Coker Creek and see Jack. Maybe ‘Y’, who makes comments here. We met her on our last trip to Coker Creek and she led us to the real ‘Jack Darnell’.

From there we are not sure. Sherry has a brother in Michigan who has had a few heart problems, we just may head that way. Johnny doesn’t come south too often. He was one of the boys who quit school and worked in the cotton mill a little while and decided those jobs in Detroit, that paid $8 & $10 an hour, looked much GREENER! Johnny never married and never came back except when there was a strike at GM.

We may take some of you up on the invites; we would love to see everyone that comments on the Shipslog, and get some personal pictures. We have friends who keep insisting we should write a travel journal and turn it into a book. People and Places (Our view on the Road). So far I like all the names, I am mulling over a couple but can still use ideas, because it may be incorporated into a book.

I am just rambling, thanks for coming by the log.
NIte Shipslog

PS:
Lord, please keep Your arm around my shoulders and Your hand over my mouth! Amen

ABove is a photo of Jack & Sherry and Joan & Dick. This is back when our son was married to their daughter. That was a while ago when Dick had some red hair and I had some long hair! Sherry and Joan were young slim and trim girls.

Sent me by a friend in Utah, The grandsons’ other grandma! Thanks Joan!

The Top of the Hill Prayer

Author Unknown

Lord thou knowest I am growing older. Keep me from becoming talkative and possessed with the idea that I must express myself on every subject.

Release me from the craving to straighten out everyone's affairs.

Keep me from the recital of endless detail. Give me wings to get to the point.

Seal my lips when I am inclined to tell of my aches and pains. They are increasing with the years, and my love to speak of them grows sweeter as time goes by.

Teach me the glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong.

Make me thoughtful, but not nosy; helpful, but not bossy.

With my vast store of wisdom and experience it does seem a pity not to use it all. But thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.

Amen

Thanks for coming by the log!

Night Shipslog

PS:

Chewing gum while peeling onions will keep you from crying!

The glue on Israeli postage stamps is certified kosher.

Did you get the wrong baby?

This is Sherry, they would not have sent her back.

Nobody would have sent this one back, well maybe daddy.

This one was The last one Sherry brought home from the hospital.

This is the first one She brought home.

How would you know if you got the wrong baby?
Head line:On average, 12 newborns will be given to the wrong parents, daily.
Wiki answers: 1 out of 8 babies are given to the wrong parents.
(My logic to the Wiki answers is how can it be 1 out of 8. If one is wrong, there must be two, right? Or am I losing my logic?)

(Reckon it was safer when the babies were born at home, even if the mama didn't like them there was none to trade for!)

Okay, anyway, how would you know if you are given the wrong child? After fifteen years, would you care?
My answer to that is, “ only if the wrong one was turning out to be some kind of weirdo.” If he was a great kid certainly I would rather keep him/her because by then we are attached. This is my kid, wrong, adopted, or just slipped in! LOL

I read where two children were mixed up by the hospital. They did a blood test to verify which belonged to which mother. When they got the maternity bill it included a $100 blood test to verify the parents. Yep, you bet I would refuse to pay that! Their fault, their problem!

I was sure Sherry got the right sons at first, but there were times I was sure they belonged to some mafia type! (Hahaha!) Right now, I think the younger son should be sent back to Jay Leno or someone.

It is hard to accept the cards dealt by life. (Not sure God appreciates that example, but I think HE understands what I am saying) But we as humans don’t have much choice. ‘Y’ (Yevette, of ‘Our Tennessee Mountain Home”) has a statement in her profile I like. “"Life is what happens when you're making other plans." But still I plan...”
Ain’t it the truth!

I had a cousin who was prone to say, “Jackie don’t belong to any parents.”
I kept thinking, even a chicken had to lay the egg for a chick to be hatched; we all have parents, somewhere! (I think sometimes mama thought she may have sat the wrong egg!)

Thanks for reading this drivel.
NIte Shipslog

PS: Law of Probability -The probability of being watched is directly proportional to the stupidity of your act. (Now that is absolutely TRUE!)