Friday, December 24, 2010

Christmas Prayer

2700 years ago Isaiah wrote:  "For unto us a child is born, unto us a Son is given, and the government shall be upon his shoulders, and his name shall be called Wonderful, Counselor, The Mighty God, The Everlasting Father, The Prince of Peace."  Tonight we've gathered to celebrate the fulfillment of this prophesy in the birth of Jesus Christ.

Dear Heavenly Father,

We thank You:
For the incredible gift of your Son.
For the blessings of family and home.
For the freedom we enjoy in this most blessed country.
For the men and women who defend her.
For the gifts we are about to share.
For the food we are about to eat.

We ask that You:
Bless all here, and keep us ever mindful of why we have gathered.
Bless those who are distant, but always close  in our hearts.
Send your healing Spirit to those who are sick or in pain.
Be with us always to guide us to do what is right and pleasing to You.

In the name of our newborn Savior,

Amen.

Friday, December 17, 2010

Happy Birthday and Welcome Home

This is just a quick note to wish my Mom a Happy Birthday.  You're a long way off, but not ever out of our thoughts.  We love you and pray you may have many more birthday celebrations.  I wish I could be there.

Birthday wishes also for my nephew Paul.  He just retired after 20 years as a Navy Corpsman.  I hope this year brings you all of what you want and need.

And a "Welcome Home!" to my son-in-law Slade.  He's here for about 8 days, then back to Ft. Drum, NY.  It is great to have you home for Christmas.  You've been missed, and much appreciated for what you are doing.

Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Congratulations Paul


My nephew is retiring today from the Navy.  He's been a Corpsman for 20 years, deployed numerous times with the Marines, and has dedicated his adult life to the service of his country.  I am proud beyond words at his dedication and selflessness and wish him and his family all the best life has to offer as he transitions to a civilian life.

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Paul,

Unfortunately we can't be with you to celebrate, but rest assured, we're with you in spirit as we have been for the last 20 years.

As your Grandfather might have said, "Ya done good."  Aunt Marilyn and I pray you will be as successful in civilian life as you were dedicated in the service.

Thank you for all you've done.

Much Love, Gratitude, and Respect to you and your family,

Aunt Marilyn and Uncle Bob

Thursday, November 25, 2010

Psalm 100

Psalm 100

 1Make a joyful noise unto the LORD, all ye lands.
 2Serve the LORD with gladness: come before his presence with singing.
 3Know ye that the LORD he is God: it is he that hath made us, and not we ourselves; we are his people, and the sheep of his pasture.
 4Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise: be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
 5For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting; and his truth endureth to all generations.

Wednesday, November 24, 2010

Thanksgiving

Oh give thanks unto the Lord, for he is good:  and his mercy endureth forever.  Ps 136:1

Around our house, this is the prayer used to return thanks at the end of a meal.  It's been tradition for at least 5 generations that I have witnessed, and I hope will remain one for many years to come.  Prior to my grandparents, it was probably recited in German.

Since it is Thanksgiving, I thought I might list a few things for which I'm thankful.

I am thankful for:

God's mercy.  We wouldn't be anywhere without it.  His gift of His Son, and forgiveness of our sins is the greatest gift imaginable.

My parents.  They taught me well, I think, and taught me how to teach my children and grandchildren.  I'm forever grateful.

My wife.  She's more patient than any woman I know, and never ceases to impress and surprise me.  I'm looking forward to a lot more years with her.  43 (41 married) years are not nearly enough.

My children and their spouses.  Despite the normal frustrations associated with raising 4 kids, they're, without exception, a blessing.  They're more help than anyone could imagine.  I'm fortunate to have all of them in the immediate area.

My grandchildren.  All 4 of them are a never ending source of delight.

My country.  Despite its problems, The United States is the best place on earth to live and raise a family.  I pray my grandchildren will know the freedoms I knew as a boy.

The brave men and women who wear the uniforms of our Armed Forces.  They go into harm's way on a daily basis to protect our freedoms.  All of them are worthy of our praise and thanks.

My friends.  I have but a few close friends, but any of them are worth knowing.  There's nothing I would not do for them.

Otis and Wally.  Our dogs are like children.  They help keep us young and give us someone to care for on a daily basis.  Wally's good at warming up my side of the bed, too.

Thanksgiving, and all the other excuses we have to get together as a family.  Time spent with any of them is never wasted.  

There are a lot of other things I probably should put in this, but, you get the idea.  I've been blessed, and am appreciative beyond words.

Thank you, Lord.

Thursday, November 11, 2010

Veteran's Day

I got this in an email from Tim @ USCCA (you can check out his web site at usconcealedcarry.com) and had to share it.


Some veterans bear visible signs of their service: a missing limb, a Jagged scar, a certain look in the eye.
Others may carry the evidence inside them: a pin holding a bone together, A piece of shrapnel in the leg or perhaps another sort of inner steel: The soul's ally forged in the refinery of adversity.
Except in parades, however, the men and women who have kept America safe Wear no badge or emblem. You can't tell a vet just by looking.
What is a vet?
He is the cop on the beat who spent six months in Saudi Arabia sweating two gallons a day making sure the armored personnel carriers didn't run out of fuel.
He is the barroom loudmouth, dumber than five wooden planks, whose overgrown frat-boy behavior is outweighed a hundred times in the cosmic scales by four hours of exquisite bravery near the 38th parallel.
She or he is the nurse who fought against futility and went to sleep sobbing every night for two solid years in Danang.
He is the POW who went away one person and came back another or didn't come back AT ALL.
He is the Quantico drill instructor who has never seen combat but has saved countless lives by turning slouchy, no-account rednecks and gang members into Marines, and teaching them to watch each other's backs.
He is the parade riding Legionnaire who pins on his ribbons and medals with a prosthetic hand.
He is the career quartermaster who watches the ribbons and medals pass him by.
He is the three anonymous heroes in The Tomb Of The Unknowns, whose presence at the Arlington National Cemetery must forever preserve the memory of all the anonymous heroes whose valor remains unrecognized with them on the battlefield or in the ocean's sunless deep.
He is the old guy bagging groceries at the supermarket, aggravatingly slow, who helped liberate a Nazi death camp and who wishes all day long that his wife were still alive to hold him when the nightmares come.
He is an ordinary and yet an extraordinary human being a person who offered some of his life's most vital years in the service of his country, and who sacrificed his ambitions so others would not have to sacrifice theirs.
He is a Soldier, Marine, Sailor or Airman, and also a savior and a sword against the darkness, and he is nothing more than the finest, greatest testimony on behalf of the finest, greatest nation ever known.
So remember each time you see someone who has served our country. When you see one just lean over and say Thank You.
That's all most people need, and in most cases it will mean more than any medals they could have been awarded or were awarded.
Two little words that mean a lot, "THANK YOU".
God Bless Our Veterans!

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Happy Birthday.




I just wanted to take this opportunity to wish all of my friends, active, retired, or former Marines, a very happy 235th birthday.  You will never really know how much you are appreciated.  I have known a lot of former Marines, and to the man (or woman) they are the most motivated, patriotic, honorable, and goal-oriented people I have ever met.  Your service and sacrifice have improved our lives more than you could know.  

And in the spirit of celebration, I offer the following (stolen from a good friend's forwarded email):

Marine Corps Rules:
 01.  Be courteous to everyone, friendly to no one. 
 02.  Decide to be aggressive enough, quickly enough. 
 03.  Have a plan. 
 04.  Have a back-up plan, because the first one probably won't work. 
 05.  Be polite.  Be professional.  But, have a plan to kill everyone you meet. 
 06.  Do not attend a gunfight with a handgun whose caliber does not start with a '4.' 
 07.  Anything worth shooting is worth shooting twice.  Ammo is cheap.  Life is  expensive. 
 08.  Move away from your attacker.  Distance is your friend (Lateral & diagonal preferred.) 
 09.  Use cover or concealment as much as possible. 
 10.  Flank your adversary when possible.  Protect yours. 
 11.  Always cheat; always win.  The only unfair fight is the one you lose.
 12.  In ten years nobody will remember the details of caliber, stance, or tactics.  They will only remember who lived. 
 13.  If you are not shooting, you should be communicating your intention to shoot. 

 Navy SEAL Rules:
 1.  Look very cool in sunglasses. 
 2.  Kill every living thing within view. 
 3.   Adjust Speedo.
 4.  Check hair in mirror. 

 US Army Rangers Rules: 

 1.  Walk in 50 miles wearing 75 pound rucksack while starving. 
 2.  Locate individuals requiring killing. 
 3.  Request permission via radio from 'Higher' to perform killing. 
 4.  Curse bitterly when mission is aborted. 
 5.   Walk out 50 miles wearing a 75 pound rucksack while starving. 

US Army Rules: 

 1.  Curse bitterly when receiving operational order. 
 2.  Make sure there is extra ammo and extra coffee. 
 3.  Curse bitterly. 
 4.  Curse bitterly. 
 5.  Do not listen to 2nd LTs; it can get you killed. 
 6.  Call in air strike on suspected targets.
 7.  Curse bitterly.


 US Air Force Rules: 

 01.  Have a cocktail. 
 02.  Adjust temperature on air-conditioner. 
 03.  See what's on HBO. 
 04.  Ask 'What is a gunfight?' 
 05.  Request more funding from Congress with a 'killer' Power Point presentation. 
 06.  Wine & dine ''key' Congressmen, invite DOD & defense industry executives. 
 07.  Receive funding, set up new command and assemble assets. 
 08.  Declare the assets 'strategic' and never deploy them operationally. 
 09 Hurry to make 13:45 tee-time. 
 10.  Make sure the base is as far as possible from the conflict but close enough  to have tax exemption. 
  
 US Navy Rules: 

 1.  Go to Sea. 
 2.  Drink Coffee. 
 3.  Deploy Marines 
  

Saturday, September 25, 2010

Dr. Seuss Joins the Tea Party

I do not like this Uncle Sam,
I do not like his health care scam.
I do not like these dirty crooks,
or how they lie and cook the books.
I do not like when Congress steals,
......I do not like their secret deals.
I do not like this speaker, Nan,
I do not like this 'YES WE CAN.'
I do not like this spending spree,
I'm smart, I know that nothing's free.
I do not like your smug replies,
when I complain about your lies.
I do not like this kind of hope.
I do not like it, nope, nope, nope!

Friday, July 9, 2010

Life With Otis - Day 1

Day 1 with Otis dawned like any other of late, hot, humid, and sunny.  The difference was that Leroy, now named Otis, was going to be moving in with us today.  We went to work first thing, trying to make room for his crate.  Once we had moved a huge antique closet on wheels from the master to the spare bedroom, there was room for it.  Step 1 completed.

Step 2 was a visit to the shelter to get some last minute suggestions on last minute purchases for the dog.  I found out what they had been feeding him, decided that he would be better off with a harness than a collar, and pointed the Jeep North toward Bethlehem, GA where the closest PetsMart was located.  $115 later we had toys, harness, food containers, food, and two varieties of treats, and headed back to Monroe. 

We officially became his parents around 2:45 PM, and immediately hit our first roadblock.  Otis does not like to get into vehicles.  After hoisting his skinny butt into the back seat of Marilyn's Commander, we rode home.  The ride started with grave apprehension on Otis' part, and ended with his nose plastered against the window, enjoying the ride.

Out of the car, and into the fenced area in the back yard, sniffing and marking everything on the way.  After a lap around the inside of the fence on the leash, I let him loose to explore his new play area.  He seemed pleased.

We came into the house through the garage, and spent a while in the den while he explored, found his water and food, ate, drank, and slobbered all over the floor.  Otis does not have the most delicate eating habits.  A towel on the tile floor under the water bowl seems to have become a savior for the nearby carpet.  I'm thinking a rubber backed carpet door mat might be a permanent solution.

The next hurdle was meeting Wally.  Aside from a few snarls and snaps when Otis pawed at Wally, I think it went well.  Wally is old, set in his ways, a little arthritic, and a general curmudgeon, but he seems to be making peace with another dog in the house.

The evening was interesting.  A procession of Daughters, Sons, Granddaughters and nearly-in-laws gave him a lot to adjust to. 

Whatever his personal eating issues are, he was good while we ate dinner.  No begging, shmoozing, or whining, but rather a respectful (if slightly drool-filled) wait on the carpet by the side door until dinner was over.  Good Dog, Otis!

After dinner we went for a quick walk, one lap around the block (about 1/2 mile).  He was a gentleman on the leash, with no pulling, no pooping on other folks lawns, and only the occasional mail box "decoration".  The high point of the walk was the 37 three to five year old kids playing at the top of the hill.  They were doing their thing in the street with their calico cat.  This cat must have considered itself a) a lion, and b) the kids her cubs, because she puffed up like an adder and leaped onto Otis face.  Otis had a WTH?! look on his face after the cat got off, but was gentleman enough to let the smallest of the kids pet him.

Bed time was uneventful.  Wally accepted his lift onto the foot of the bed with his usual disdain, and Otis took up a position on the floor at the foot of the bed. 

All was well until about 0230 when Otis decided he needed to go outside.  OK, I can deal with getting up with the baby.  The bad part was that he wanted to play.  We've got a little bit of re-education to do here.  Three o'clock in the morning is no time for a 62 year old man to be running around the back yard in slippers and a bath robe playing with a dog.  It was fun, though.

Playtime over, we slept (in the den out of deference to Marilyn's sleep) until about 0700.  We both took a quick potty break, and then went for a walk.  We covered 1.5 miles in 30 minutes, discovered that Otis does not chase cars, but would eat a golf cart if it got close enough (maybe he just wanted to play a couple of holes) and is a sweety on the leash.

Day 2 will be filled with further adventures, learning experiences on both our parts, and is eagerly anticipated.

Y'all stay well, and keep moving.

Thursday, July 8, 2010

Brain Dump

It's time to clear some of the cobwebs out of my cranial attic.

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The Federal suit against Arizona's immigration law has 3 salient points.
1.  The Arizona law merely enables local law enforcement personnel to enforce the existing federal law.
2.  It was enacted because the federal authorities do not enforce existing law.
3.  Since the feds are bringing suit to overturn the state law, it is clear that they have no intention of fulfilling their duty to enforce the law.
Throw the bums out!

*****

Yesterday at the range, Bobby and I were having a great time throwing .45 cal bullets into paper bad guys.  After the 4th shot of a so-so string, my target hit the floor.  A magic ricochet out of the berm cut the wire that held up the target carrier.  My apologies to the guys at the Firing Lane, and I'm still willing to pay for the repairs. 
Footnote:  The next magazine I fired was my best group ever from my Commander.

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We finally get to bring Otis home today.  I just hope my cold doesn't give him distemper or rinderpest, or some other obscure disease.  He's going to be just what I need, regardless of how he turns out.  If he's a good, laid back, buddy, more power to him.  If he's a hound from hell (unlikely) I get to turn him into a good buddy.  Either way, we both win.

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Marilyn's home after the work schedule from hell.  It's good to have her here.  Dogs, cats, old trucks, and TV can occupy a day, but there's really no comparison to somebody you love.

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I really need to stop.  There's much to do today, and less and less time to do it.

Stay well.

Sunday, July 4, 2010

Just In Case You Forgot...

...what all the fireworks are about, I offer here the entire text of the Declaration of Independence. 

Here are a couple of interesting facts.  Look at the last three signers.  I live in Walton County, Georgia.  Gwinnett County is adjacent to the northwest, and Hall County is northeast of Gwinnett.  The people who laid out this state thought enough of the sacrifices of these three men to memorialize them by naming counties after them.*  I think it's fitting that we should remember them, as well, and all the others who bought this Country with their lives, fortunes, and sacred honor. 

Enough from me. 

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In Congress, July 4, 1776: The unanimous Declaration of the thirteen united States of America


When in the Course of human events it becomes necessary for one people to dissolve the political bands which have connected them with another and to assume among the powers of the earth, the separate and equal station to which the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires that they should declare the causes which impel them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. — That to secure these rights, Governments are instituted among Men, deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed, — That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it, and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments long established should not be changed for light and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn that mankind are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable than to right themselves by abolishing the forms to which they are accustomed. But when a long train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce them under absolute Despotism, it is their right, it is their duty, to throw off such Government, and to provide new Guards for their future security. — Such has been the patient sufferance of these Colonies; and such is now the necessity which constrains them to alter their former Systems of Government. The history of the present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let Facts be submitted to a candid world.

He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most wholesome and necessary for the public good.

He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.

He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature, a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.

He has called together legislative bodies at places unusual, uncomfortable, and distant from the depository of their Public Records, for the sole purpose of fatiguing them into compliance with his measures.

He has dissolved Representative Houses repeatedly, for opposing with manly firmness his invasions on the rights of the people.

He has refused for a long time, after such dissolutions, to cause others to be elected, whereby the Legislative Powers, incapable of Annihilation, have returned to the People at large for their exercise; the State remaining in the mean time exposed to all the dangers of invasion from without, and convulsions within.

He has endeavoured to prevent the population of these States; for that purpose obstructing the Laws for Naturalization of Foreigners; refusing to pass others to encourage their migrations hither, and raising the conditions of new Appropriations of Lands.

He has obstructed the Administration of Justice by refusing his Assent to Laws for establishing Judiciary Powers.

He has made Judges dependent on his Will alone for the tenure of their offices, and the amount and payment of their salaries.

He has erected a multitude of New Offices, and sent hither swarms of Officers to harass our people and eat out their substance.

He has kept among us, in times of peace, Standing Armies without the Consent of our legislatures.

He has affected to render the Military independent of and superior to the Civil Power.

He has combined with others to subject us to a jurisdiction foreign to our constitution, and unacknowledged by our laws; giving his Assent to their Acts of pretended Legislation:
For quartering large bodies of armed troops among us:
For protecting them, by a mock Trial from punishment for any Murders which they should commit on the Inhabitants of these States:
For cutting off our Trade with all parts of the world:
For imposing Taxes on us without our Consent:
For depriving us in many cases, of the benefit of Trial by Jury:
For transporting us beyond Seas to be tried for pretended offences:
For abolishing the free System of English Laws in a neighbouring Province, establishing therein an Arbitrary government, and enlarging its Boundaries so as to render it at once an example and fit instrument for introducing the same absolute rule into these Colonies
For taking away our Charters, abolishing our most valuable Laws and altering fundamentally the Forms of our Governments:
For suspending our own Legislatures, and declaring themselves invested with power to legislate for us in all cases whatsoever.

He has abdicated Government here, by declaring us out of his Protection and waging War against us.

He has plundered our seas, ravaged our coasts, burnt our towns, and destroyed the lives of our people.

He is at this time transporting large Armies of foreign Mercenaries to compleat the works of death, desolation, and tyranny, already begun with circumstances of Cruelty & Perfidy scarcely paralleled in the most barbarous ages, and totally unworthy the Head of a civilized nation.

He has constrained our fellow Citizens taken Captive on the high Seas to bear Arms against their Country, to become the executioners of their friends and Brethren, or to fall themselves by their Hands.

He has excited domestic insurrections amongst us, and has endeavoured to bring on the inhabitants of our frontiers, the merciless Indian Savages whose known rule of warfare, is an undistinguished destruction of all ages, sexes and conditions.

In every stage of these Oppressions We have Petitioned for Redress in the most humble terms: Our repeated Petitions have been answered only by repeated injury. A Prince, whose character is thus marked by every act which may define a Tyrant, is unfit to be the ruler of a free people.

Nor have We been wanting in attentions to our British brethren. We have warned them from time to time of attempts by their legislature to extend an unwarrantable jurisdiction over us. We have reminded them of the circumstances of our emigration and settlement here. We have appealed to their native justice and magnanimity, and we have conjured them by the ties of our common kindred to disavow these usurpations, which would inevitably interrupt our connections and correspondence. They too have been deaf to the voice of justice and of consanguinity. We must, therefore, acquiesce in the necessity, which denounces our Separation, and hold them, as we hold the rest of mankind, Enemies in War, in Peace Friends.

We, therefore, the Representatives of the united States of America, in General Congress, Assembled, appealing to the Supreme Judge of the world for the rectitude of our intentions, do, in the Name, and by Authority of the good People of these Colonies, solemnly publish and declare, That these united Colonies are, and of Right ought to be Free and Independent States, that they are Absolved from all Allegiance to the British Crown, and that all political connection between them and the State of Great Britain, is and ought to be totally dissolved; and that as Free and Independent States, they have full Power to levy War, conclude Peace, contract Alliances, establish Commerce, and to do all other Acts and Things which Independent States may of right do. — And for the support of this Declaration, with a firm reliance on the protection of Divine Providence, we mutually pledge to each other our Lives, our Fortunes, and our sacred Honor.

— John Hancock
New Hampshire:
Josiah Bartlett, William Whipple, Matthew Thornton
Massachusetts:
John Hancock, Samuel Adams, John Adams, Robert Treat Paine, Elbridge Gerry
Rhode Island:
Stephen Hopkins, William Ellery
Connecticut:
Roger Sherman, Samuel Huntington, William Williams, Oliver Wolcott
New York:
William Floyd, Philip Livingston, Francis Lewis, Lewis Morris
New Jersey:
Richard Stockton, John Witherspoon, Francis Hopkinson, John Hart, Abraham Clark
Pennsylvania:
Robert Morris, Benjamin Rush, Benjamin Franklin, John Morton, George Clymer, James Smith, George Taylor, James Wilson, George Ross
Delaware:
Caesar Rodney, George Read, Thomas McKean
Maryland:
Samuel Chase, William Paca, Thomas Stone, Charles Carroll of Carrollton
Virginia:
George Wythe, Richard Henry Lee, Thomas Jefferson, Benjamin Harrison, Thomas Nelson, Jr., Francis Lightfoot Lee, Carter Braxton
North Carolina:
William Hooper, Joseph Hewes, John Penn
South Carolina:
Edward Rutledge, Thomas Heyward, Jr., Thomas Lynch, Jr., Arthur Middleton
Georgia:
Button Gwinnett, Lyman Hall, George Walton

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*In the interest of full disclosure, Georgia does, however, have a county with the same name as a baseball player from this state.  Nobody ever said Georgians were always full of patriotic fervor.

Saturday, July 3, 2010

Leroy Is Otis.

I decided on Otis for the dog's name, in honor of Otis McDonald and his victory in the Supreme Court this week.  He's in quarantine for his kennel cough.  Once he's over the cough, he'll be re-scheduled for his "tutoring".  We're going to take advantage of the extension to get Wally current on all his shots.

I'm really looking forward to spending some time getting to know Otis.

Stay well, and remember why we celebrate July 4. 

Thursday, July 1, 2010

The Good, the Bad, and the Really, Really Ugly.

The Good. 
Tyler and Sam came over this afternoon, and Tyler helped me get the bed off the truck.  I can now work at getting the dents out of the back of the cab.

The Bad.
Leroy has kennel cough, and can't have his surgery until it clears up.  Bummer.  I was looking forward to having him around the house this weekend.  As it stands, he's going to have to stay at the shelter until he's relatively health.  We just don't have the ability to isolate him from Wally.

The Ugly.
450,000 miles of leaks can leave a really nasty mess on the underside of a truck.  The sludge coating the undercarriage was so thick that it took a scraper to get it thin enough for the pressure washer to have an effect.  It's gonna take a few days of extremely grimy work to get this back where it belongs.

Stay well and safe this holiday weekend.

Monday, June 28, 2010

A Day Full of Good News.

Just got an email from the rescue folks.  They decided I was good enough for Leroy.  We get to pick him up on Saturday after he's snipped on Friday.  Time to scramble and get a kennel and stuff for him to tear up.

Other good news came from the doctor.  My blood pressure is good, my blood sugar and A1C were good, the diabetes seems to be under control, and she told me to go away for a year.  It's always good to leave the doctor smiling.

Still more good news came out of Washington D.C.:  Otis McDonald won his case before the Supreme Court.

There was, however, some not-so-good news.

First, was the news from my doctor that it is time for another colonoscopy (it has been 5 years since the last one).  I get to visit with the surgeon tomorrow, and we'll schedule the alien abduction after I get to talk to him.  For those of you who winced at this news, my last one was about 45 minutes of my life that I missed.  I remember nothing from "roll over on your left side" to "wake up, it's over".  All things considered, that's how it should be.  It's nothing to fear.

Secondly, the news that Sen. Robert Byrd died leaves me with a sense of emptiness.  While I disagreed with almost everything he did as a Senator, he was the longest serving member of Congress, ever.  And had the courage to change from a KKK member to a supporter of civil rights.  The Senate has lost an unforgettable member.

I'll leave you with this thought:  Getting older stinks, but it's still way ahead of whatever alternatives really exist.  :)

Stay well, and take care of yourselves.

Saturday, June 26, 2010

Trial and Error

Well, I tried. 

I asked for suggestions for names for Leroy. 

Here's a list of the errors received so far:

Kitty, SicEm, Dogchow, Buford, Rufus, Dumbass, Chomper, Steve, Fang (a little too obvious), Joe Mamma, Bud, Sit, Stay, Lamar, Zeke, Shantonia (from a local newscast), Jedidiah Dirt, Francis, Percy, Bubba, Catfish (an homage to Lewis Grizzard), Butch, Benny, George, Juan, Rodney, Buster, Edsel, and Baxter.  Specifically excluded was Sue.

Personally, I like Jiggs, but he's not a bulldog.  As an alternative, I could leave his name Leroy, add Jethro, and call him Gunny.

Stay well.

Friday, June 25, 2010

Volunteers Needed...

...to be references on Leroy's adoption papers.

While you're at it, suggestions for a new name (for the dog) would be entertained.

Leave a comment.

Tuesday, June 22, 2010

Seriously considering...

...adopting Leroy from the local rescue folks.

I'm going to drop by the shelter tomorrow and see how we get along.

Saturday, June 19, 2010

Father's Day 2010


I wrote this last year, but can't think of any way to improve on it.  So, in the spirit of being green, I'm going to recycle.  Enjoy.

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Father's Day

While sitting here in the den, with the lights off, playing on the computer, it occurred to me that I ought to say a few things about Fathers, since this is the day that we celebrate them.

A very wise man told me as a young person that nearly any male can father a child, but it took a real man to be a Father. Over the years, the my appreciation of the truth in this statement has continually grown. When I first became a father I was young and too dumb to know what I didn't know. Now that I'm older and less ignorant, I can see that he was correct. Life and fatherhood have tempered me into the man that I am.

Being a true, good father requires the love and assistance of a wonderful wife. I'm blessed to have Marilyn who has been a rock for more years than I care to think about. It also requires courage to face the unknown and un-thought-of challenges that crop up while raising your children. It requires you to sacrifice some of your dreams for the betterment of those who are still dreaming. It requires a lifetime of hard work, sometimes at a job you dislike, to provide for those children who you helped bring into the world. It requires you to love without reservation, even during those Bill Cosby moments ("I brought you into this world, and I'll take you out of it and make another one just like you!") that are certain to occur from time to time. And it requires Faith and help from God and places where you didn't ever expect to find help.

There is also a terrific up side to fatherhood. You get to play with little kids, and watch them grow into strong, responsible adults. You get to show them all the neat stuff their Mom would disapprove of (insert big grin here). You get to go camping with them, fret over their campfire antics, and wonder if you remember enough first aid to stop the bleeding from the anticipated accident with the ax. You get to build (and wreck) go-carts, ride bikes, become a Den Leader, drive them to where ever it is they need to be, and you get to impart whatever wisdom you picked up in your life to them, not by preaching, but by example. You get to watch your blessings multiply through the joys and challenges that having children bring.

God has blessed Marilyn and myself with 4 children (they're all from Lake Wobegone where all the children are exceptional :) ). I can see that they've all learned these lessons well, and that the fathers (and mothers) among them have exceeded their teacher. I hope that one day they will all remember me as I remember my Father, as someone who cared for and loved them, their families, and their Mother with all his heart.

Thanks, guys. It's been a great ride so far.

God bless you all.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Tempus Fugit

Sitting where I am now, it's hard to believe that 41 years have passed since Marilyn and I stood in front of a huge church full of people neither of us knew very well and exchanged vows to love, honor, and cherish each other for the rest of our lives. 

41 years may seem like a long time to most folks who read this, but from my perspective, it's felt like just a few weeks.  But, those few weeks have been eventful.  We've had 4 wonderful children, made a home for ourselves, worked like dogs to keep that roof over our heads, had quite a few triumphs, some defeats, wept, fretted, and loved a lot.

Marilyn, I love you now as much as the day we wed.  I pray God will grant us a lot more years to enjoy each other's company, and watch our children and grandchildren grow.  Thank you for all you've given.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Happy Birthday, Tyler!


My grandson, Tyler, is 15 today.  This morning his Mom took him to the DMV and they got his Learner's Permit.  He drove home from the DMV and later rode to town with his stepfather and then drove home.

Nobody was even remotely harmed.  I have much hope for him.

Seriously, I wish you a wonderful Birthday, and the best in the year to come.

And you can come over any time to help me work on "your" truck.

Much love,

Grandpa, and Grandma, too.

Friday, June 4, 2010

Surprise, Surprise!

Just in case some of you thought I fell off the edge of the Earth, was abducted by aliens, or hit by debris falling from space, I thought I would post a few random, intemperate thoughts.

Grandchildren are a blessing and a curse.  Our oldest grandson will turn 15 tomorrow, and the youngest, who will be 3 in September visits regularly and keeps us honest.  She also keeps us picking up puzzle pieces, stuffed animals, dolls, blocks, and occasional bits of food that the dog missed.  I wouldn't trade any of them for the world, but sometimes, the noise when they're all here is a bit much.  I know I'm glad they're grandchildren, and have to go back to their parents occasionally.  I'm way too seasoned to have any young ones of my own.

Plants grow entirely too fast in this part of the world.  It's a constant struggle to keep the ornamental stuff separate from the weeds (invariably with thorns, or poisonous).  The azaleas were beautiful this year, but are threatening to take over the front yard.

I don't do nearly enough fishing.  I guess my fear of being stung while out in my boat alone has kept it sitting next to the house.  An encounter with a wasp could put me in the ground (my blood pressure drops to nothing when I'm stung), so I don't go unless I've got company.  I miss it.

I think I committed some sort of multi-religious voodoo misdeed the last time I grilled pork chops.  I hope seasoning them with Kosher salt didn't do any bad things to a Rabbi somewhere.

Spring in this part of the world is entirely too short, and the summers are entirely too hot and muggy.  I'll bet the South was a much more fragrant place before air conditioning.

Another milestone will be passed on Monday.  Marilyn and I will celebrate our 41st Anniversary.  The woman has the patience of a saint, and I still love her as much as the day we were married.

One thing that has been working around here is our camera.  I'll try to post some pictures later today.

Enough of this mind-dump stuff.  I think I'll go build something.

Stay well.

Monday, April 5, 2010

It Was a Full Weekend.

I am truly blessed.  This past weekend was full of Family, Friends, and Fellowship.



On Saturday, we met at my son Bob's home to celebrate his 40th Birthday (which was actually on Sunday).  He has always been a delight and a constant source of wonderment.  Over the years he has continually amazed me with his wit and quick humor, his love for his wife, daughter, siblings, and parents, his energy, and his willingness to work for what he wants.  A man could not hope for a better Son. 


Another cause for celebration this weekend was today's birthday of my daughter Gretchen.  She's always been our wild child, and kept us hopping with her antics.  She's the kind of person who will speak her mind when she encounters something she likes, and also when she comes across something she dislikes.  Her honesty and love for her brothers and sister, nieces, nephews, friends and parents knows no bounds.  I am fortunate to have her in my family.



 

The primary cause for celebration this weekend was the gathering of the clan at our home to celebrate the Resurrection of Christ.  Easter has always been a special time for me, because it reminds me of how much I am actually loved by God.  I am saved, through God's grace, because I believe in the promise He made thousands of years ago and fulfilled with the blameless life, death and resurrection of his Son.  

There were 14 of us running around, eating good food, searching for plastic eggs, and generally enjoying each other's company for most of the afternoon yesterday.  This morning, the house is quiet, but the echos of love and family ring loud.

Stay well.

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

A Lesson in American History

Two hundred and thirty five years ago, following several speakers in favor of peace at any cost with the British, Patrick Henry rose to speak  to the Virginia house of delegates:

No man thinks more highly than I do of the patriotism, as well as abilities, of the very worthy gentlemen who have just addressed the House. But different men often see the same subject in different lights; and, therefore, I hope that it will not be thought disrespectful to those gentlemen, if, entertaining as I do opinions of a character very opposite to theirs, I shall speak forth my sentiments freely and without reserve.
This is no time for ceremony. The question before the House is one of awful moment to this country. For my own part I consider it as nothing less than a question of freedom or slavery; and in proportion to the magnitude of the subject ought to be the freedom of the debate. It is only in this way that we can hope to arrive at truth, and fulfill the great responsibility which we hold to God and our country. Should I keep back my opinions at such a time, through fear of giving offense, I should consider myself as guilty of treason towards my country, and of an act of disloyalty towards the majesty of heaven, which I revere above all earthly kings.
Mr. President, it is natural to man to indulge in the illusions of hope. We are apt to shut our eyes against a painful truth, and listen to the song of that siren, till she transforms us into beasts. Is this the part of wise men, engaged in a great and arduous struggle for liberty? Are we disposed to be of the number of those who, having eyes, see not, and having ears, hear not, the things which so nearly concern their temporal salvation?
For my part, whatever anguish of spirit it may cost, I am willing to know the whole truth -- to know the worst and to provide for it. I have but one lamp by which my feet are guided; and that is the lamp of experience. I know of no way of judging of the future but by the past. And judging by the past, I wish to know what there has been in the conduct of the British ministry for the last ten years, to justify those hopes with which gentlemen have been pleased to solace themselves and the House?
Is it that insidious smile with which our petition has been lately received? Trust it not, sir; it will prove a snare to your feet. Suffer not yourselves to be betrayed with a kiss. Ask yourselves how this gracious reception of our petition comports with these warlike preparations which cover our waters and darken our land. Are fleets and armies necessary to a work of love and reconciliation? Have we shown ourselves so unwilling to be reconciled that force must be called in to win back our love? Let us not deceive ourselves, sir. These are the implements of war and subjugation -- the last arguments to which kings resort. I ask gentlemen, sir, what means this martial array, if its purpose be not to force us to submission? Can gentlemen assign any other possible motives for it? Has Great Britain any enemy, in this quarter of the world, to call for all this accumulation of navies and armies?
No, sir, she has none. They are meant for us; they can be meant for no other. They are sent over to bind and rivet upon us those chains which the British ministry have been so long forging. And what have we to oppose to them? Shall we try argument? Sir, we have been trying that for the last ten years. Have we anything new to offer on the subject? Nothing.
We have held the subject up in every light of which it is capable; but it has been all in vain. Shall we resort to entreaty and humble supplication? What terms shall we find which have not been already exhausted? Let us not, I beseech you, sir, deceive ourselves longer.
Sir, we have done everything that could be done to avert the storm which is now coming on. We have petitioned; we have remonstrated; we have supplicated; we have prostrated ourselves before the throne, and have implored its interposition to arrest the tyrannical hands of the ministry and Parliament.
Our petitions have been slighted; our remonstrances have produced additional violence and insult; our supplications have been disregarded; and we have been spurned, with contempt, from the foot of the throne. In vain, after these things, may we indulge the fond hope of peace and reconciliation. There is no longer any room for hope.
If we wish to be free -- if we mean to preserve inviolate those inestimable privileges for which we have been so long contending -- if we mean not basely to abandon the noble struggle in which we have been so long engaged, and which we have pledged ourselves never to abandon until the glorious object of our contest shall be obtained, we must fight! I repeat it, sir, we must fight! An appeal to arms and to the God of Hosts is all that is left us!
They tell us, sir, that we are weak -- unable to cope with so formidable an adversary. But when shall we be stronger? Will it be the next week, or the next year? Will it be when we are totally disarmed, and when a British guard shall be stationed in every house? Shall we gather strength by irresolution and inaction? Shall we acquire the means of effectual resistance, by lying supinely on our backs, and hugging the delusive phantom of hope, until our enemies shall have bound us hand and foot?
Sir, we are not weak, if we make a proper use of the means which the God of nature hath placed in our power. Three millions of people, armed in the holy cause of liberty, and in such a country as that which we possess, are invincible by any force which our enemy can send against us. Besides, sir, we shall not fight our battles alone. There is a just God who presides over the destinies of nations, and who will raise up friends to fight our battles for us.
The battle, sir, is not to the strong alone; it is to the vigilant, the active, the brave. Besides, sir, we have no election. If we were base enough to desire it, it is now too late to retire from the contest. There is no retreat but in submission and slavery! Our chains are forged! Their clanking may be heard on the plains of Boston! The war is inevitable -- and let it come! I repeat it, sir, let it come!
It is in vain, sir, to extenuate the matter. Gentlemen may cry, "Peace! Peace!" -- but there is no peace. The war is actually begun! The next gale that sweeps from the north will bring to our ears the clash of resounding arms! Our brethren are already in the field! Why stand we here idle? What is it that gentlemen wish? What would they have? Is life so dear, or peace so sweet, as to be purchased at the price of chains and slavery? Forbid it, Almighty God! I know not what course others may take; but as for me, give me liberty, or give me death!

 I wish I had half his courage and ability.


Monday, March 15, 2010

Let the Countdown Begin

In just 8 short days, I'll be packed and ready for the spring version of Mountain Madness. 

In case some of you are new to this, MM is where my sons and I and about 18 of our closest friends load up tons of camping gear and repair to the North Georgia mountains to welcome the opening of trout season.

Typically, we camp in a Wildlife Management Area and proceed to scare the bejesus out of the local fauna.  Our fishing is always the excuse for going where no cell phone has worked before and sitting around a campfire that can be seen from space, arguing whether the capital of the world is Milwaukee or Lynchburg.

The days leading up to the Opener are filled with trail rides, hikes, food, drunkshoes, paintball target practice, and general fooling around.  Opening day is usually reserved for wandering around with a fish pole looking at idiots taking stocked trout out of a stream you can spit across.  Every now and then, we'll actually fish, too.

Speaking of food, the menu typically consists of a breakfast that will stop your heart (eggs, bacon, sausage, and black coffee), a freestyle lunch, and supper around the campfire.  This is a major undertaking.  One night the younger guys will do barbecue (ribs, pulled pork, etc), the next night the old guys will cut up a beef tenderloin into a slew of steaks, and fry potatoes to go with it.  Sometimes there's camp chili, which has been variable in the past, due mainly to who cooked it and how well he was armed.  The sidearms are necessary to keep the losers of the drunkshoes (horseshoes combined with a keg of beer and drinking penalties for lousy throws) tournament from enhancing the chili while it's cooking.  Sometimes we cook fish, too.

Regardless of the reasons for going, the trip is a good time to catch up on life with old friends, new friends, and children, cousins and second cousins of old friends. 

I'm looking forward to it.

Tuesday, March 9, 2010

A Thing of Beauty is a Joy Forever

It's been a long time since you came into our lives, but all of the memories that matter, since then, are good ones.  When you were born, we had just moved from Nebraska.  I had no job, and things were pretty grim. 

All of my negative feelings disappeared the first time I saw you.  You filled our hearts with love and wonder, and have been doing that ever since.  Within 3 weeks of your birth, I was working where I spent 37 years, and things have been improving steadily ever since.  You've constantly filled your Mother's and my hearts with joy.

You, your boys, and your husband never fail to lift our spirits with your great attitude, and a personality that makes every one who meets you love you.

Sandra Joy, you truly are.

Happy Birthday.

Friday, March 5, 2010

Brain Static and White Noise.

There are a lot of things going on around the homestead this weekend.  We're blessed with a 4 day visit from Violet, The Empress of the Known Universe, also known as our 2 year old Granddaughter.  She's currently in the living room playing with a doll house and the Hoosier Cupboard that was rescued from my Mom's basement.  The cat, on the other hand is cowering in the den.  He's not a big fan of two-year-olds.  Wally, the Weather Dog, on still another hand, has taken up his post by the storm door to repel boarders.

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The weather is supposed to be sunny with seasonal normal temperatures this weekend.  It will be a break from the Snow of the Week we've had for the last few.

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Congress is busy.  I wonder what it's going to take to make them stop.

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The news media are busy.  I've put wedges under the left side of my TV to slant things back to the right.

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For some mysterious reason, God is busy trying to break third world countries into gravel.  Haiti and Chile have been shaken, stirred, and submerged by earthquakes.  It's a shame there's not a fault line under Washington, D. C..

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Crazy people are busy shooting things up.  Unhinged whackoids have fired on Army bases, The Pentagon, and Universities.  Conventional "wisdom" would demand that we take all the guns away from law abiding citizens to ensure that only people with no regard for the law will be armed, and we can all be in the same peril as those who work and learn in gun-free environments.

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Why do home schooled students consistently out-perform those who attend public schools?  And why are we striving for "Excellence" in public education when we should be struggling to get public education up to mediocre?  (Thank you Thomas Sowell.)

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Why is our President so insistent on completely destroying the best health care system on the planet?  It may have a few problems, but if Universal Health Care (like Canada's system) is so great, why did the Premier of Newfoundland and Labrador come to the USA for heart surgery?  Our health care problems can best be solved by getting Government out of the health business, not by nationalizing 1/6th of our economy.

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Why can't I think of anything cheerful and upbeat to write about?  I think I'll go play with the Granddaughter.

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Stay well.


Footnote:  Playing with a 2 year old is good for the soul.  I feel much better now.

Tuesday, February 16, 2010

Heaviest Element Yet Known to Science Discovered

This is stolen without the slightest remorse from "The Patriot Post".

Lawrence Livermore National Laboratory in California has now identified with certainty the heaviest element known to science.
The new element, Pelosium (PL), has one neutron, 25 assistant neutrons, 88 deputy neutrons, and 198 assistant deputy neutrons, giving it an atomic mass of 312.
These 312 particles are held together by forces called morons, which are surrounded by vast quantities of lepton-like particles called peons.
Pelosium is inert, and has no charge and no magnetism. Nevertheless, it can be detected because it impedes every reaction with which it comes into contact. A tiny amount of Pelosium can cause a reaction that would normally take less than a second, to take from 4 days to 4 years to complete.
Pelosium has a normal half-life of 2 years. It does not decay, but instead undergoes a biennial reorganization in which a portion of the assistant neutrons and deputy neutrons exchange places.
Pelosium mass will increase over time, since each reorganization will promote many morons to become isodopes.
This characteristic of moron promotion leads some scientists to believe that Pelosium is formed whenever morons reach a critical concentration. This hypothetical quantity is referred to as critical morass.
When catalyzed with money, Pelosium becomes Senatorium, an element that radiates just as much energy as Pelosium since it has half as many peons but twice as many morons.

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Happy Valentine's Day

To my Grandchildren: Violet, Sara, Sam, and Tyler. You're a joy to be near and a constant source of amazement.  Continue to grow into the strong, Christian young people who will lead us through this century.

To my Children:  Jon, Gretchen, Sandy, and Bob.  You make me proud to be your father.  You've given me more joy than I could ever imagine, brought new and interesting people into the family, have provided the world's best grandchildren, and keep me from taking root in my den and turning into an old person.

To my Mom:  I love you and miss you a lot.

And finally (recycled from last year, because I can't think of a better way to say it) To Marilyn:

The title of Trisha Yearwood's album, "Heaven, Heartache, and the Power of Love" pretty well sums up the last 40 or so years of my life.

In the fall of 1967, I was attending a small junior college in a smaller town in the Midwest. One of the highlights of life in that town was the annual Fall Festival, a kind of County Fair/Oktoberfest held in September when the weather was still decent enough to be on the street without a parka after dark. Since there was a) little traffic, and b) no place to set up a midway, the main street of the town was blocked off and sprouted carnival rides, food vendors, craft displays, and a stage for the country music performers.

My roommate and I decided that, being Friday, and seeing that we were tired of watching mildew grow on the grout in the dormitory bathroom, we would see what was happening downtown (a 3 minute walk from the dorm). (I told you it was a small town). We wandered around for a while, and he met up with a girl he knew. Marilyn was with her, and was the most beautiful young woman I had ever seen. The fact that she found the skinny, bespectacled, nerd that I was (and probably still am) interesting was icing on the cake. I was immediately smitten. I still am, and always will be.

So, you see, Marilyn and I are probably the only people you will ever meet who can say that they ran into the love of their life in the middle of Main Street...on foot. :)

Nearly 43 years have passed, filled with triumphs, tragedies, gains, losses, children and grandchildren. Every event has been a blessing that has caused us to grow, but the one constant has been Marilyn and our love for each other. I don't want to contemplate life without her. This Summer, we will celebrate our 41st anniversary, and I'm planning on at least 20 more.

Marilyn, I love you, and always will. You make life worth living.

Bob

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

Happy Birthday Marilyn



You've been the center of my universe for over 40 years, my right hand, my solid foundation, my friend, lover, mother to my children, and loving grandmother to theirs, and I would not change a minute of it.  The luckiest day of my  life, was September 19, 1967 when I met you at the Concordia Fall Festival, and it has just been getting better ever since.

I love you with all of my heart, and wish you the Happiest of birthdays.

Bob

Saturday, January 16, 2010

OK, I've been gone for a while.

You may wonder just what the heck I've been up to.

The past week has been spent getting to know my siblings (4 sisters and a brother) again as we cleaned up my Mom's house.  Mom moved out a couple of years ago to convalesce from hip replacement surgery first with sister Nicki in Warrenton, Georgia, then with another sister Amy in Saline, Michigan.  In her absence my brother and at least one sister had been living in the house.  Lack of income and inclination to maintain it left it a mess, and a bunch of the 5 bedrooms were being used to store "treasures".

The basement had been Dad's shop, and in the 18 years since his death had become a purgatory for items nobody wanted to throw away.  Nicki, Amy, her friend Randy, and I spent the best part of the week schlepping stuff out of that mold farm into the back yard and eventually into a 40 yard dumpster.

This:




Came from here:




...And it was a LOT of work.

Many thanks to my children Bob, Gretchen and Jonathan, my brother and sisters, Randy, niece Joanna, nephew Donald and friend Donald for all of the hard, (almost) volunteer work.

The plan is for Randy, who is a contractor, to return in a few weeks with my brother to get the house in shape to sell.  Between Randy's expertise, my stash of tools, my brother's more-or-less free labor, and the help of whoever we can hire from the Home Depot parking lot, we should have about a month's worth of work to turn it back into a potential home.

In the interim, my sons and I will return to finish reclaiming the back yard from 20 years of wild growth, and falling pine limbs.

With a lot of hard work, and more volunteers, we should be able to give Mom a reasonable nest-egg.

Again thanks to all.

Stay well, and stay warm and dry.  It's raining, again, here.