Greetings to all, and welcome new friends to the East Wing.
The little boy cat, Spike, has grown to the point where I've had to develop rules of decorum to ensure he takes his rightful place in the Family of Howard. Like all kids, give ‘em an inch and they’ll take a mile. It was with that thought in mind when I created what we now call the “Spike Rules of The East Wing”.
1. You are not the leader of the animal kingdom in the East Wing.
2. Dog tails are not kitten toys.
3. Never antagonize a dog weighting 40 lbs when you weigh 1 lb.
4. Being unable to type, you have no need to walk across the computer keyboard, ever.
5. Being unable to read music, you have no business walking across the piano keys, ever.
6. Movement on a computer screen does not call for paw striking.
7. Whining will get you no where in life.
8. Drinking half & half for breakfast is not a constitutional right.
9. Everything that is not attached does not have to be slapped around.
10. Older dogs don't always want to play with you.
11. Just because you can pick it up with your mouth doesn’t mean you have to carry it away.
12. Dining room tables are for the exclusive use by people.
13. Dogs do not like it when cats walk in their food.
14. There is never a need to stick paws under the bathroom door.
15. Dogs never want to share plate licking with cats.
16. Litter boxes are for activities other than throwing kitty litter out on the basement floor.
17. Curtains are not climbing poles for kittens.
18. House plants are not toys to play with.
19. Sophia is not an illegal alien who needs to be deported.
20. Feet never present any threat of bodily harm and should never be attacked suddenly under a table.
21. Never pull at shoe strings. Their purpose is not a challenge to be untied by cats.
22. Walking is an accepted mode of transportation inside the house.
23. Bigger cats can and will control your life, and will do so until such time you are bigger than them.
24. Never climb bare human legs.
25. Cats do not have servants.
26. There is no such thing as kitten immunity.
27. The small watering bowl is for you, the large watering bowl is for the 2girldogs, not vice versa.
28. Never lick a person’s nose while they sleep.
29. The 2girldogs are not ganging up on you.
30. Unlike ancient Egypt, cats are not considered Gods in the East Wing.
It’s hoped with these simple set of rules, Spike will adapt to family life here in the East Wing and become a productive member of the family. It may take a while, ‘cause Spike’s kinda set in his ways. Once the rules have been finalized, I expect the 2girldogs to let me know of any infractions. The Pup Baby can hardly wait for Spike to mess up, just so he’ll get in trouble. I don’t think the Pup Baby will have to wait too long.
Since Spike’s such a little guy I decided to get him kitten food rather than have him eat the adult cat food like Sophia. Well low and behold, everybody wants to eat Spike’s food, the 2girdogs and Sophia all want to eat the kitten food. The way the 2girldogs and Sophia carried on ‘bout the kitten food, I almost tasted it myself but didn’t, it smelled like all other cat food to me. So I’m glad I didn’t taste.
Had some time a few days ago setting in a lobby waiting my turn and happened to pick up a copy of The Old Farmers Almanac. Did ya ever see any of the Classified Adds in those type books? Just read these examples:
MONICA, GOD-GIFTED PSYCHIC Reunites lovers permanently. Guaranteed! Helps business, marriage, and health. Removes negative energy. Restores peace of mind, happiness. Don’t wait! Call now! Free question! 800-253-0588
MRS. HOPE can help relieve all of life’s problems! Remove evil and bad luck, restores health, reunites lost love. Helps to foresee the future, remove darkness, and put you on the path to success and happiness! 50 years of good results. 706-548-8598
DAMIEN, GOD'S MESSENGER Solves all problems. Reunites lovers, removes curses. Stops cheating, breakups, divorce, jealousy. If you are working with a psychic and unhappy with results. call me. I succeed and get results where others fail. 877-371-9620
MRS. RUTH, Southern-born spiritualist. Removes evil, bad luck. Helps all problems. Free sample reading. 3938 Hwy. 431 South, Eufaula AL 36027. 334-616-6363.
I plucked these 4 little jewels at random from hundreds listed, page after page, in the book. The more I read these things the more I realized that right here before my are eyes are the keys to resolve all the world issues we face today.
Take MONICA, GOD-GIFTED PSYCHIC, now she is the one person alive who can handle the problems facing Al Gore. People thought he had problems when his global warming thing turned out to be a bunch of lies and crap made up to paint doom and gloom for big bucks. Now this wife dumps him, well MONICA, GOD-GIFTED PSYCHIC to the rescue. Her specialty, saving marriages, guaranteed, and Al Gore’s good as new. But with the latest word ‘bout Al Gore, it seems he’s more interested in other things than marriage saving by a psychic. Now what this “Sex Poodle” needs is a psychic who’s also a masseuse and he’d have the best of both worlds. Talk ‘bout having your cake and eating it too. I don’t know ‘bout you, but to me Al Gore never looked much like a Sex Poodle. To me he just kinda looked like a big slug.
But the one that really stuck out from the rest, and I can’t for the life of me see how the Obama People missed this one, Mrs. Ruth the Southern-born spiritualist, living right there in Alabama. Mrs. Ruth helps all problems, you’d think they’d get her to fix the oil leak. Had Mrs. Ruth been on this case from the onset the oil leak would not have even made national news on day one. There wouldn’t have been a day two, and we’d all be better off. Just another example of how they missed the boat on this thing.
The first year the Internal Revenue Service Code allowed credit for first time home buyers, some 25% of those claims turned out to be fraudulent. They didn’t buy a house, just wanted the money. I expect that the amount of fraudulent claims on this BP 20 billion $ fund is going to exceed anything ever experienced in our society. I understand there has already been more claims filed from Mississippi than the total number of people living in the state.
It would not surprise me if ½ of the people living south of the Canadian Border and east of the Rocky Mountains file claims for damage. We’re sure it’s gona impact the East Wing, but still trying to figure out how much. The 2girldogs are working out the details of our claim. Since it’s President Obama’s BP Billions we figured that with the 2girldogs being good democrats and all, we’d be more apt to get more from the pie than if Sophia done the paperwork. After all when ya look at the facts of this President, it Chicago Style handouts. In Chicago it’s always based on who you know, not what ya need.
And what ‘bout that Congressman from Texas apologizing to BP for those other stupid congressmen asking such questions. It’s no wonder that we the people are so fed up with the crap in Washington that both parties are running scared toward November mid term elections, and running scared they should be, a pox on both their houses. It would not surprise me to see the largest political shift in the history of the country come November.
I ran across some interesting facts ‘bout the oil spill, and the President’s efforts to shut down all drilling in the Gulf of Mexico. Of course oil gushing from the sea floor is a massive problem to deal with, but a worse oil spill from a blown out well in deep water happen several years off the cost of Mexico, and that one didn’t even make our news sources. We didn’t give a damn, ‘cause the oil didn’t come to Alabama.
To put things into some perspective, the Mississippi River dumps more water into the Gulf of Mexico in 38 seconds than the total volume of oil spilled so far. In one day the Mississippi River will dump more pollutants into the Gulf of Mexico than the oil spill so far.
Our Federal Government has received offers of assistance from some 13 countries who have dealt successfully with deep water oil spills. Not one offer, not one, has been accepted. Many other nations have dealt with oil spills and have been successful in cleaning it up, and yet this President refuses to allow any other country’s ships into the Gulf of Mexico to help clean up the mess. There are over 1000 oil skimming ships world wide, there are 22 in the Gulf of Mexico. It just don’t make sense to me why they aren’t all on the job over the oil spill. Dragging feet on this one may turn out to be the biggest political blunder in the history of earth.
A presidential commission has been established to determine the cause of this disaster and make recommendations for the future. Not a single person on the commission has any experience or working knowledge of the oil industry. Only one person has any type of scientific background, and it’s in a totally unrelated field.
Most of the commission members have stated public positions in opposition to the use of fossil fuel such as oil or coal. It appears the selection of commission membership is designed to control outcome of the commission report, not fix the problem. Still smells like the “Chicago way of doing business”.
Much has been said ‘bout the President’s unilateral decision to halt drilling in the Gulf for six months. There are 33 such drilling rigs out there, off shore, under the control of federal law. Did ya know there’s over 3,600 other oil and gas platforms out in the Gulf that aren’t under the control of our federal laws.
Now if I were gona bet, I’d bet that if the President should ask those folks to shut down the platforms, out there in the Gulf of Mexico, well, they may have recommendations of their own for the President. I don’t think many of those other 3,567 or so oil platforms are interested in the President’s political agenda, and if not, sure would be hard to get ‘em to stop doing their thing just “cause he asked ‘em to. ‘Bout as much chance to get that accomplished as getting Sophia to be the President’s Campaign Manager next time around. The cat read that one from the back of my chair, and fell off backwards to the floor.
Speaking of Sophia, she’s spending her days outside acting like hunter cats of old. Every morning if it’s not raining she goes out with Pup Baby at ‘bout 5:00AM or so. The difference is Pup Baby comes back inside in ‘bout 10 minutes, not Sophia, she stays out most all day. By the time I get home she’s ready to come back inside. And she always has stories to tell. The things that cat says , I don’t know whether to believe her or not. But I sure like the way that cat smiles when she tells stories.
Did ya ever hear ‘bout Midsummer Day? The name is kinda misleading ‘cause it occurs on June 24th, not in the middle of summer. It’s what we think of as halfway between the planting and harvesting of crops. Simply put, it’s the middle of the growing season. Midsummer Day is also the feast day of St. John The Baptist.
In pagan times they had wild parties, bonfires, fire walking and carnivals for Midsummer Eve. For sure was a night of magic and soothsaying. It was Washington Irving who said, “this is a time when it is well known all kinds of ghosts, goblins, and fairies become visible and walk abroad." Midsummer Eve.
After Midsummer Day, the days shorten. A Lithuanian old wives tale is the dew on Midsummer Day will make young girls beautiful and old people look younger. It was also thought that walking barefoot in the dew would keep one's skin from getting chapped. It was customary to honor all men named John on this day by fixing wreaths of oak leaves around their doors. This is usually done in secret, and John must guess who did it or catch the person in the act, in which case he must give the person a treat. Kinda sounds like Halloween in the summer time. That’d be kinda cool, probably more fun to go trick or treat in the summer time.
Thank you so much for your East Wing visit this first Sunday of Summer. As always we have enjoyed your company so much and look forward to seeing you again from the keyboard to the screen.
Stay safe in Afghanistan
From the East Wing with The Spike Rules, Gulf Cost Psychics, Al Gore And The Psychic Masseuse,Filing The Claims, Midsummer Day.
I wish you well.
BobbyRay
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Sunday, June 20, 2010
From the East Wing, In the Hospital, 2happygirldogs, Turkey Bacon, Frogs in pockets, And Lightning Bugs
Greetings to all, and welcome new friends to the East Wing.
Ya know what I love ’bout living in a little town? Everybody knows your name. Ya know what I hate ‘bout living in a little town? Everybody knows your name. Seems I heard somewhere that every little town has it’s ups and downs, but mostly the ups outnumber the downs. And so it is with my little town of North Judson, mostly the ups outnumber the downs. I love living in North Judson.
A case in point being a couple weeks ago I had some medical problems which required a few days in the hospital to resolve the issues. Well, I'm telling ya within 24 hrs after I'm admitted to the hospital, more people would not have known even if my admission to the hospital had been filmed and ran on the 10 o’clock news. Living in North Judson is like going to “Cheers” each day, where everybody knows your name.
It was interesting to be a patient in a hospital, I’d never been a hospital patient before. Upon my arrival home I decided to share my experiences as a patient with the hospital administrator. It was a fun letter to write, and today since I’m kinda too lazy talk with my fingers, I'm gona share that letter with you.
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Thor Thordarson
President/CEO
La Porte Regional Health System
1007 Lincolnway
La Porte, IN 46350
Mr. Thordarson,
I was a patient at the La Porte Hospital, admitted the morning of June 8th, and discharged mid afternoon June 10th 2010.
Be assured this letter is not criticism of any aspects of the hospital operation. As a former hospital administrator myself, and having done hospital consulting work in the past, I thought it would only be appropriate that I share with you some of my thoughts and observations on the operational aspects of your hospital.
In all reality you, as the CEO, are never in a position to observe the true functionally of your hospital from the view point of an anonymous patient. I was. As a result of such experiences I choose to share some of my thoughts and comments with you. Such thoughts and comments are on staff, both professional and non-professional, medical staff, facility, and processes.
Hospital Staff: The limited contact with the housekeeping and custodial staff was very positive. The housekeeping staff was most courteous and pleasant. The housekeeping staff preformed their duties in a manner which I would consider to be beyond any possible level of criticism. Overall the hospital appeared to be spotless and clean, again kudos to those staff employees that all too often are not given their due credit for a job well done. I thank them all.
The CNA Staff is as well trained as I have ever had the pleasure of observing. Whatever the training program in place is working for this hospital, and the end product is visible at the patient contact level. Thank you CNA Staff .
My medical issue was such that I required a substantial amount of contact with the registered nurses. The RN’s I came in contact with were totally professional in every aspect. Not having contact with every RN on the hospital staff, I can only conclude that those I did meet were a true sample of the total nursing staff quality of this hospital. I commend the Registered Nurses for their quality patient care. With that being said, one Registered Nurse, Chris Bowmar, 3rd floor, stood out in my mind for her efforts to provide me the patient care level that may best be illustrated by reviewing the “classical patient care portion” of any School of Nursing. I thank the Registered Nursing Staff for taking care of me.
The dietary department staff were most courteous and friendly people. They too demonstrate proper training and skills to deal with the patient contact necessary to do their job. Thank you Dietary Department, you fed me when I was hungry.
All other departments with whom I had contact, they too demonstrated a high level of professional pride in performance of their job duties. The Lab, X-ray, and the Special Procedures Staff served me well at a time when I needed help the most. I thank them all.
One interesting observation is that from the Medical Staff point of view, the Medical Staff relationship with, as well as views on, Administration have not changed from the time I left Hospital Administration as a profession.
From the patient point of view, the admission process from private citizen to captivated patient, was quick and simple “nursing hands” were on me within seconds of my arrival on floor.
The dismissal process was excruciating slow. Once a patient has been informed by their doctor that they can go home, “the clock starts ticking”. The shorter the final time on that clock, the better the patient is being served. There are several areas of patient care activity that are timed and are critical in achieving the overall goal. From the doc’s ok to go home, to standing on the sidewalk would be an interesting time study.
During this dismissal process I was offered an “optional” (up sale?) pneumonia shot. I opted for the shot. Was told I was all ready to go home just as soon as the pharmacy delivered the pneumonia shot. Some 40 minutes later, I walked to the nursing station to opt out of the optional shot just so I could go home. While making my case for opting out, the shot arrives and all’s well. An interesting comment was heard at that point, “a lot of people turn these shots down just like you were doing, and I don’t know why the pharmacy takes so long to get these pneumonia shots to the floor”.
The bed in room 3216 is an old Hill Rom unit with the single worst mattress I’ve ever had the misery of laying on. The first night at the hospital my thoughts were on life and death, not comfort. As my survival chances improved, my comfort concerns increased. That second night, the bed won. I spent the second night in a reclining lounge chair. With various iv’s and units of blood running through out the night, the reclining lounge chair served me well.
I would almost swear that when I finally did leave that room 3216, while riding one of the “ Dismissal Chariot of the Gods”, I saw that old Hill Rom Bed smile and say “I’ve won again”.
Thor, I’ve taken way too much of your time this day, but thought you may enjoy viewing a different prospective of your hospital operation, one from inside the bed. Oh, by the way, your hospital does look the same as when a patient is wheeled down the hospital hallway on TV.
Please convey my heartfelt appreciation to the total hospital staff along with the medical staff for the services they all provided at my time of most need.
I wish you well,
BobbyRay
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One of the things discovered at the body shop was the diagnosis of diabetes. Oh well, small price to pay for what might have been. Diabetes we can take in stride. A little change in routines, eating habits and such and don’t sweat the small stuff, and all’s well. I think the last time I saw a doctor, Kennedy was President, it’d been a while.
Had an interesting conversation with one of the docs during the initial exam phase of the hospital stay. He said “how come you waited so long?” I said “ thought I’d get better”. He said “you were wrong”. I said “Ya know what, I reached that same conclusion, that’s why I’m here”. We got along, that doc and I, we told stories.
He told me ‘bout his childhood in India, I told him ‘bout growing up in Toto. He’d been to Toto, I hadn’t been to India. From the sounds of things there, don't plan on going any time soon. Lots of people have hard lives in India. Such hard lives, we can’t even start to comprehend the misery.
Boy, were the 2girldogs along with Sophia and Spike ever glad to see me come home. Sophia even made it a point come sit in my lap with Spike. Then meowed in my ear “I hate Spike” I sat in the floor with the 2girldogs for a long time. We hugged, me and the 2girldogs. Sophia got jealous and crowded her way into the circle. It’s hard not to let a Calico Cat into your circle when she meows to you in Spanish, and lays the Sophia Smile on ya.
Today is Father’s Day. To fathers everywhere, happy day. It's the 100th anniversary of Fathers Day. First celebrated on June 19, 1910, and a hundred years later, here we’re still doing it, so I guess it caught on.
Seems a lady in Spokane Washington, a Mrs. Dodd, got the idea while listening to a Mother’s Day Sermon in 1909, and thought if the ladies, why not the men. She proposed to the Spokane Ministerial Association and the YMCA that they celebrate a “father’s day.” The very first Father’s Day was observed on June 19, 1910, in Spokane, and soon other towns had their own celebrations for fathers day, at first not all on the same day, but soon established as the third Sunday in June every year. But Father’s Day didn’t become a permanent national holiday until 1972.
Fathers Day is like all other holidays in the since there are always special “sales” just for that special day. That’s a bunch of crap. Just another way to push the product, no matter what the product. Sales are sales. Last week I counted over 30 emails on business email account wanting to sale me something special for fathers day.
One of the little changes in the way of doing things ‘round East Wing is drinking Diet Pop (for the rest of the world outside Indiana, that’s diet soda). Those little 8oz cans of Diet 7UP, it don’t get any better than that. But once in a while I’ll bump up against something that’s not right, just plain not right.
Turkey Bacon is one such thing. Ya gotta be damn tough to eat Turkey Bacon for breakfast. Me and the she decided I’m not that tough, so the ole Turkey Bacon has yet to find a home in the East Wing. Now somewhere between heaven and hell there’s a place for Turkey Bacon. I’m not wanting to condemn anything to hell, but I’ll say one thing for sure, Turkey Bacon is not manna come down from heaven. Turkey Bacon YAAUH !
The little boy cat Spike thinks he’s made out of Velcro. When he wants on the couch or chair or bed or curtain, he just runs and jumps as high as he can, with all four feet sticking out and he sticks fast, then climbs the rest of the way up. Don’t need any mountain climbing gear, no ropes, no eye hooks, no hammer, no nothing, just claws and enough cat guts to jump. And that little boy has all the cat guts he needs to jump.
Much the same as when little boys putting frogs in their pocket just to turn loose on sisters later. I still remember what it feels like to have a frog in my pocket. One time I forgot and left the frog in my pocket overnight, scared the crap out of me when I put on my pants the next day. I thought it might be a snake in my pocket. I took those pants off real quick and beat my pants with my shoe. When I was sure I’d killed the snake I turned my pants inside out real careful like and shook ‘em and from a pocket out fell a frog leg. Oh well, the frog should have said something. But it sure scared me. I think that was the last time I had a frog in my pocket. Ya don’t get warts from frogs ya know, but they’ll sure pee on ya if ya squeeze ‘em very much, but ya won’t get warts, ‘cause I’ve picked up a bunch, and no warts.
Summer so close ya can smell it, 7:48AM Monday, June 21, 2010, that’s the official start of summer. But ya know what, I think it started sooner this year, ‘cause last Thursday just after dark, the lightning bugs came by, now I don't care who ya are, when the lightning bugs come by, that’s summer time. Welcome lightning bugs. Welcome summer, I’m glad you’re both here.
Thank you for spending this last Sunday of Spring for 2010, this Fathers Day Holiday in the East Wing. As always the pleasure of your company exceeds my ability to put thoughts to fingers to make words on computer screens around the world. We’re so glad ya came by this warm almost summer evening.
Stay safe in Afghanistan.
From the East Wing, In the Hospital, 2happygirldogs, Turkey Bacon, Frogs in pockets, And Lightning Bugs.
I wish you well,
BobbyRay
Ya know what I love ’bout living in a little town? Everybody knows your name. Ya know what I hate ‘bout living in a little town? Everybody knows your name. Seems I heard somewhere that every little town has it’s ups and downs, but mostly the ups outnumber the downs. And so it is with my little town of North Judson, mostly the ups outnumber the downs. I love living in North Judson.
A case in point being a couple weeks ago I had some medical problems which required a few days in the hospital to resolve the issues. Well, I'm telling ya within 24 hrs after I'm admitted to the hospital, more people would not have known even if my admission to the hospital had been filmed and ran on the 10 o’clock news. Living in North Judson is like going to “Cheers” each day, where everybody knows your name.
It was interesting to be a patient in a hospital, I’d never been a hospital patient before. Upon my arrival home I decided to share my experiences as a patient with the hospital administrator. It was a fun letter to write, and today since I’m kinda too lazy talk with my fingers, I'm gona share that letter with you.
-0-
Thor Thordarson
President/CEO
La Porte Regional Health System
1007 Lincolnway
La Porte, IN 46350
Mr. Thordarson,
I was a patient at the La Porte Hospital, admitted the morning of June 8th, and discharged mid afternoon June 10th 2010.
Be assured this letter is not criticism of any aspects of the hospital operation. As a former hospital administrator myself, and having done hospital consulting work in the past, I thought it would only be appropriate that I share with you some of my thoughts and observations on the operational aspects of your hospital.
In all reality you, as the CEO, are never in a position to observe the true functionally of your hospital from the view point of an anonymous patient. I was. As a result of such experiences I choose to share some of my thoughts and comments with you. Such thoughts and comments are on staff, both professional and non-professional, medical staff, facility, and processes.
Hospital Staff: The limited contact with the housekeeping and custodial staff was very positive. The housekeeping staff was most courteous and pleasant. The housekeeping staff preformed their duties in a manner which I would consider to be beyond any possible level of criticism. Overall the hospital appeared to be spotless and clean, again kudos to those staff employees that all too often are not given their due credit for a job well done. I thank them all.
The CNA Staff is as well trained as I have ever had the pleasure of observing. Whatever the training program in place is working for this hospital, and the end product is visible at the patient contact level. Thank you CNA Staff .
My medical issue was such that I required a substantial amount of contact with the registered nurses. The RN’s I came in contact with were totally professional in every aspect. Not having contact with every RN on the hospital staff, I can only conclude that those I did meet were a true sample of the total nursing staff quality of this hospital. I commend the Registered Nurses for their quality patient care. With that being said, one Registered Nurse, Chris Bowmar, 3rd floor, stood out in my mind for her efforts to provide me the patient care level that may best be illustrated by reviewing the “classical patient care portion” of any School of Nursing. I thank the Registered Nursing Staff for taking care of me.
The dietary department staff were most courteous and friendly people. They too demonstrate proper training and skills to deal with the patient contact necessary to do their job. Thank you Dietary Department, you fed me when I was hungry.
All other departments with whom I had contact, they too demonstrated a high level of professional pride in performance of their job duties. The Lab, X-ray, and the Special Procedures Staff served me well at a time when I needed help the most. I thank them all.
One interesting observation is that from the Medical Staff point of view, the Medical Staff relationship with, as well as views on, Administration have not changed from the time I left Hospital Administration as a profession.
From the patient point of view, the admission process from private citizen to captivated patient, was quick and simple “nursing hands” were on me within seconds of my arrival on floor.
The dismissal process was excruciating slow. Once a patient has been informed by their doctor that they can go home, “the clock starts ticking”. The shorter the final time on that clock, the better the patient is being served. There are several areas of patient care activity that are timed and are critical in achieving the overall goal. From the doc’s ok to go home, to standing on the sidewalk would be an interesting time study.
During this dismissal process I was offered an “optional” (up sale?) pneumonia shot. I opted for the shot. Was told I was all ready to go home just as soon as the pharmacy delivered the pneumonia shot. Some 40 minutes later, I walked to the nursing station to opt out of the optional shot just so I could go home. While making my case for opting out, the shot arrives and all’s well. An interesting comment was heard at that point, “a lot of people turn these shots down just like you were doing, and I don’t know why the pharmacy takes so long to get these pneumonia shots to the floor”.
The bed in room 3216 is an old Hill Rom unit with the single worst mattress I’ve ever had the misery of laying on. The first night at the hospital my thoughts were on life and death, not comfort. As my survival chances improved, my comfort concerns increased. That second night, the bed won. I spent the second night in a reclining lounge chair. With various iv’s and units of blood running through out the night, the reclining lounge chair served me well.
I would almost swear that when I finally did leave that room 3216, while riding one of the “ Dismissal Chariot of the Gods”, I saw that old Hill Rom Bed smile and say “I’ve won again”.
Thor, I’ve taken way too much of your time this day, but thought you may enjoy viewing a different prospective of your hospital operation, one from inside the bed. Oh, by the way, your hospital does look the same as when a patient is wheeled down the hospital hallway on TV.
Please convey my heartfelt appreciation to the total hospital staff along with the medical staff for the services they all provided at my time of most need.
I wish you well,
BobbyRay
-0-
One of the things discovered at the body shop was the diagnosis of diabetes. Oh well, small price to pay for what might have been. Diabetes we can take in stride. A little change in routines, eating habits and such and don’t sweat the small stuff, and all’s well. I think the last time I saw a doctor, Kennedy was President, it’d been a while.
Had an interesting conversation with one of the docs during the initial exam phase of the hospital stay. He said “how come you waited so long?” I said “ thought I’d get better”. He said “you were wrong”. I said “Ya know what, I reached that same conclusion, that’s why I’m here”. We got along, that doc and I, we told stories.
He told me ‘bout his childhood in India, I told him ‘bout growing up in Toto. He’d been to Toto, I hadn’t been to India. From the sounds of things there, don't plan on going any time soon. Lots of people have hard lives in India. Such hard lives, we can’t even start to comprehend the misery.
Boy, were the 2girldogs along with Sophia and Spike ever glad to see me come home. Sophia even made it a point come sit in my lap with Spike. Then meowed in my ear “I hate Spike” I sat in the floor with the 2girldogs for a long time. We hugged, me and the 2girldogs. Sophia got jealous and crowded her way into the circle. It’s hard not to let a Calico Cat into your circle when she meows to you in Spanish, and lays the Sophia Smile on ya.
Today is Father’s Day. To fathers everywhere, happy day. It's the 100th anniversary of Fathers Day. First celebrated on June 19, 1910, and a hundred years later, here we’re still doing it, so I guess it caught on.
Seems a lady in Spokane Washington, a Mrs. Dodd, got the idea while listening to a Mother’s Day Sermon in 1909, and thought if the ladies, why not the men. She proposed to the Spokane Ministerial Association and the YMCA that they celebrate a “father’s day.” The very first Father’s Day was observed on June 19, 1910, in Spokane, and soon other towns had their own celebrations for fathers day, at first not all on the same day, but soon established as the third Sunday in June every year. But Father’s Day didn’t become a permanent national holiday until 1972.
Fathers Day is like all other holidays in the since there are always special “sales” just for that special day. That’s a bunch of crap. Just another way to push the product, no matter what the product. Sales are sales. Last week I counted over 30 emails on business email account wanting to sale me something special for fathers day.
One of the little changes in the way of doing things ‘round East Wing is drinking Diet Pop (for the rest of the world outside Indiana, that’s diet soda). Those little 8oz cans of Diet 7UP, it don’t get any better than that. But once in a while I’ll bump up against something that’s not right, just plain not right.
Turkey Bacon is one such thing. Ya gotta be damn tough to eat Turkey Bacon for breakfast. Me and the she decided I’m not that tough, so the ole Turkey Bacon has yet to find a home in the East Wing. Now somewhere between heaven and hell there’s a place for Turkey Bacon. I’m not wanting to condemn anything to hell, but I’ll say one thing for sure, Turkey Bacon is not manna come down from heaven. Turkey Bacon YAAUH !
The little boy cat Spike thinks he’s made out of Velcro. When he wants on the couch or chair or bed or curtain, he just runs and jumps as high as he can, with all four feet sticking out and he sticks fast, then climbs the rest of the way up. Don’t need any mountain climbing gear, no ropes, no eye hooks, no hammer, no nothing, just claws and enough cat guts to jump. And that little boy has all the cat guts he needs to jump.
Much the same as when little boys putting frogs in their pocket just to turn loose on sisters later. I still remember what it feels like to have a frog in my pocket. One time I forgot and left the frog in my pocket overnight, scared the crap out of me when I put on my pants the next day. I thought it might be a snake in my pocket. I took those pants off real quick and beat my pants with my shoe. When I was sure I’d killed the snake I turned my pants inside out real careful like and shook ‘em and from a pocket out fell a frog leg. Oh well, the frog should have said something. But it sure scared me. I think that was the last time I had a frog in my pocket. Ya don’t get warts from frogs ya know, but they’ll sure pee on ya if ya squeeze ‘em very much, but ya won’t get warts, ‘cause I’ve picked up a bunch, and no warts.
Summer so close ya can smell it, 7:48AM Monday, June 21, 2010, that’s the official start of summer. But ya know what, I think it started sooner this year, ‘cause last Thursday just after dark, the lightning bugs came by, now I don't care who ya are, when the lightning bugs come by, that’s summer time. Welcome lightning bugs. Welcome summer, I’m glad you’re both here.
Thank you for spending this last Sunday of Spring for 2010, this Fathers Day Holiday in the East Wing. As always the pleasure of your company exceeds my ability to put thoughts to fingers to make words on computer screens around the world. We’re so glad ya came by this warm almost summer evening.
Stay safe in Afghanistan.
From the East Wing, In the Hospital, 2happygirldogs, Turkey Bacon, Frogs in pockets, And Lightning Bugs.
I wish you well,
BobbyRay
Sunday, June 13, 2010
From The East Wing, With The Little Trochilidae, Pup Baby's Email, Sophia Clinton & Gore, Bug Off, The Rains of Spring
Greetings to all, and welcome new friends to the East Wing.
Just like clockwork, the Little Brown Eyed Friend of Mine, the hummingbird, came back to visit the East Wing. The online information indicated hummingbirds would be in Northern Indiana around the end of May so I put out the two hummingbird feeders on May 31st. Barely had time to get back to the East Wing, and there she was having an early lunch. Sometimes she eats sa much as 200 times an hour. Most every time I look out to the feeders she’s there eating. Guess that little hummingbird just likes hillbilly cooking.
Now for you folks more tuned into the scientific world, she’s known as : Kingdom: Animalia, Phylum: Chordata Class: Aves, Order: Apodiformes, Family: Trochilidae. But to me she's just the Little Brown Eyed Friend of Mine. It’s so much more fun to have a hummingbird in your yard than a Trochilidae.
That little girl bird picked up right where she left off when she went south for the winter last year. She'd not been in the yard two days and when I came home from work, the little boyfriend was there too. All girls end up with boyfriends and hummingbirds are like that too, yeah they are. She came to the East Wing Window within the first hour after I put out the feeders. She hovers, looks at me and flies away back to the feeder. Pretty little thing, that Trochilidae.
I think the Little Brown Eyed Friend of Mine is making a nest in the Maple Tree directly above the feeders. It seems every time I see her come to eat, she descends from the tree, and when finished takes the elevator back up. Hope the nest is in the maple, never seen one before.
Boy, did Mustina, the Pup Baby, ever get the email last week, along with the Gray Lady. The 2girldogs topped Sophia the Republican Cat in emails received for the first time ever. Course the 2girldogs were as happy as can be and Sophia was fit to be tied for two or three days.
She claimed the 2girldogs email was just the sympathy vote for Pup Baby almost dying, and the Ladies email was just ‘cause she stayed by her baby. The truth being know, Sophia didn’t live at the East Wing at that time of the tribulation , so I don’t know how she’d have reacted to such tough times, the night of the Long Night or the second night when The Thunder Rolled. Had she been there I’d bet she'd have a different story tell.
When Sophia heard more bad news ‘bout the presidents men offering more jobs to people if they wouldn’t enter democratic primaries, she got real happy real quick. With a smile on her face and chuckle in her meow, Sophia said “Chicago Politics, it’s the Dailey Way, and after all the President’s a homeboy ya know”
Sophia was glad the President went to the Gulf and said the oil leak was his fault but don’t blame him, ‘cause after all it’s really Bush’s fault. According to Sophia the President said he was gona kick ass ‘cause they couldn’t stick a plug in it. Sophia wanted to tell him where to stick the plug but the Gray Lady intervened and promised bodily harm if she went there. Sophia walked the line, didn’t step over, just walked the line. The cat’s a high wire walker in Calico. I love to watch her smile as she walks that line.
A no win situation for us all, an open oil well in the Gulf of Mexico and nobody can stop it. Not the President, not the army, nothing in the Federal Government can do a thing except talk. The total technology to deal with this disaster lies solely with BP, and no matter how the President tries to convince us otherwise he too is a spectator. Unlike us, he has a front row seat. Maybe the only time in this life where he wished he had the back row seat.
Being unable to stop that oil flow, and an unknown volume underground, it’s a good thing they didn’t drill any deeper, else they’d have let out the devil himself. From the live cameras at the bottom of the ocean, maybe they have.
Sophia’s spent last two weeks working daily on her Tea Cat Project. I’m surprised at the number of email addresses she’s received asking to get on her mailing list. I think in retaliation for being put on the White House email list when garnering support for the health care bill, she’ll return the favor.
Sophia’s been to Chicago a couple times lately, the South Side of Chicago. To her old neighborhood, where she ran the Cat House. She still insists she thinks the President was at her cat house when he was a community organizer in Chicago, but can’t say for sure ‘cause the all look alike, those community organizers. Said she’s up there on business, came home as the official spokescat for the CCCC.
As Sophia traveled ‘round the country she accepted several offers to become the official spokescat for an ever increasing voice of opposition to the current political atmosphere sweeping across the country. As the winds of political change start to gather, Sophia now becomes the official spokescat for CCCC (Chicago Calico Cat Conference) as well as the ACCA (Arizona Calico Cat Association)
I had an interesting conversation with Sophia prior to her trip to Arizona. One day just out of the blue, she asked me I thought she looked Mexican. I asked why, said she’s lost her passport and didn’t want to take the time to find it in all her cat crap stuff before she went to Arizona. Told her ya don’t need passports to go to Arizona. Said she better take it just in case. I told her she didn’t look too Mexican, but be sure not to meow in Spanish or tell anybody her middle name is Guadalupe. That cat’s so pretty when she smiles in Spanish.
From there she went to California to meet with the a liberal cat group interested in becoming more politically active in their opposition to some of the recent laws passed by neighboring states. She introduced herself as Sophia Guadalupe, as she meowed in Spanish. She’s not yet heard back from those California Cats, but I expect she’ll get their spokescat job too. One thing I'll say for that humble little cat, she’s persistent in her undertakings, and had a great deal of flexibility in her view points, when the money’s right. Money talks, even to Calico Cats. Now she’s starting to meow like Bill Clinton and Al Gore.
For some folks the down sides of late spring and the upcoming summer are the BUGS!! On the other hand ya gotta admit that if ya look at the little fellers real close, I mean real, real close, they’re pretty impressive creatures. It’s almost a shame to smash those little complex creatures of God, but we do, and never blink an eye.
Will never forget the very first time I looked at bugs under a microscope. Not a very good microscope mind you, but the best one in Toto when I was a kid. I found out ‘bout a compound eye up close. Bugs and grasshoppers up close were monsters waiting for movies to be made. And so they were, the monster movies, THE FLY, THE ATTACH OF THE GIANT ANTS, and I’m sure there were others but those two come to mind right off. They didn’t scare me too much, I’d seen ‘em up close before.
Interesting creatures, those insects. I fully believe every life form on this planet is here for a purpose. It’s damn hard to figure out the purpose for some of ‘em. Another way to look at the bugs, wanta see a dinosaur, just hunt up a cock roach. Unchanged design for 60 million years and counting.
But the way ya look at it don’t matter, ‘cause they’re awfully annoying to many people. After getting bit by a mosquito the other evening, I decided to take ‘em on, after all last year I did win the War of the Hornet Nation, so mosquitoes would be a cakewalk.
Now if you’re gona cook outside and cook like a real man, and use charcoal and not be a wimp and use gas, then put a little sage or rosemary over coals to repel mosquitoes. It works. I used to cook out like a real man and use charcoal and put rosemary and sage on the charcoal, but now I cook like the wimps and us gas and swat the mosquitoes, or pollute the air by doing the spray can thing.
Here at the East Wing, we plant basil in pots all over the outside decks as part of the mosquito abatement program. Rubbing the skin with baby oil or imitation vanilla extract repels biting insects such as mosquitoes and black flies. Somebody told me that one time and I laughed at ‘em.
A long time ago I had a Bat House, don’t remember what ever happened to it. Did ya know that one small brown bat can eat as many as 600 mosquitoes in one hour? But I think that’s the one that comes in your house when you’re sleeping and bites your neck. OH, now I remember why I had to get rid of my Bat House. I told her those marks on her neck were just hickeys. She didn’t buy into that hickey deal and said she got bit by a bat and it was either her or the Bat House.
I miss that Bat House. I wonder if she would’ve just worn turtle neck pajamas. I think she got bit by mosquitoes missed by my bat. Maybe I should have gotten another Bat House for even better mosquito control, oh well, it’s little late to worry over long gone Bat Houses that could have been. Maybe I'll ask her again ‘bout the Bat House, she may have forgotten.
Now some people swear garlic works and swallow slivered garlic to ward off these bugs of summer. Some nuts ever take garlic tablets or rub garlic juice directly on their skin. Now I’m telling ya, with the amount of Italians I live with and the amount of garlic these people eat, well there wouldn’t be mosquitoes in Starke County Indiana. They are, so garlic must not work for that. I’ve even heard of people making a past of smashed garlic for bee stings, also heard people do radish juice for bee stings.
There are some neat flowering plants that tend to control bugs and insects, things like marigolds, chrysanthemums, asters, and pyrethrum daisies, along with herbs such as basil, anise, and coriander, are planted on the East Wing Decks every year. But the best way to really control mosquitoes is to drain the pond. Dump out all standing water from everything. When they can’t find water at your house, they'll go find water at your neighbor’s house, and your problem’s solved.
Years ago when I was going to repaint my house, had a fellow at the paint store tell me to add a few drops of citronella to each gallon of the paint to keep the bugs off the wet paint, it works. The citronella won't affect the paint, but it will keep the bugs from being stuck in your fresh paint job. I hate when that happens.
I just happen to remember this little ditty ’bout mosquitoes. Y know that annoying, high-pitched buzzing sound of a mosquito hovering around your head at night, it’s most likely made by a girl mosquito looking for a boyfriend. Mosquitoes mate in midair, (which is kinda cool) then the girl mosquito flies off to drink blood to nourish her eggs, and oh yeah it’s gona be your blood, that night when ya heard the buzzing. Ya don’t hear ‘em buzz when they bite your neck.
As I read of the devastating flash flood in Arkansas early last Friday Morning round 3:30 AM killing a yet untold number, it sent chills down my spine. I witnessed a flash flood one time, way up in the mountains. Saw the water rise more than 50ft in less than 5 minutes. Thank God I was still more than 50ft from the water and in a position to climb higher on the mountain if need be. Nothing more powerful than running water. It can move mountains, and does.
I’ve had several emails asking why I no longer say “stay safe in Iraq” at the end of the letters. No one in Iraq is reading stories from the East Wing. Truth is all the military men and women who visited the East Wing each Wednesday have been either sent home or, in some instances, just moved to a different war, that being Afghanistan. Prayers still need there for the safety of the people in harms way in that war. And so they’re offered.
Not the best weekend weather ever, but watching the storm roll through late Saturday Afternoon was special. That's what so neat ‘bout the East Wing, ya can set out in the storm and not get wet.
Thank you for sharing your time this late Spring Sunday in June. We enjoy your company so much. Summer will be here before we know it, just 8 days. I think that was a Beetles Week, that 8 days.
Stay safe in Afghanistan
From the East Wing, With The Little Trochilidae, Pup Baby’s Email, Sophia Clinton & Gore, Bug Off, The Rains of Spring
I Wish You Well
BobbyRay
Just like clockwork, the Little Brown Eyed Friend of Mine, the hummingbird, came back to visit the East Wing. The online information indicated hummingbirds would be in Northern Indiana around the end of May so I put out the two hummingbird feeders on May 31st. Barely had time to get back to the East Wing, and there she was having an early lunch. Sometimes she eats sa much as 200 times an hour. Most every time I look out to the feeders she’s there eating. Guess that little hummingbird just likes hillbilly cooking.
Now for you folks more tuned into the scientific world, she’s known as : Kingdom: Animalia, Phylum: Chordata Class: Aves, Order: Apodiformes, Family: Trochilidae. But to me she's just the Little Brown Eyed Friend of Mine. It’s so much more fun to have a hummingbird in your yard than a Trochilidae.
That little girl bird picked up right where she left off when she went south for the winter last year. She'd not been in the yard two days and when I came home from work, the little boyfriend was there too. All girls end up with boyfriends and hummingbirds are like that too, yeah they are. She came to the East Wing Window within the first hour after I put out the feeders. She hovers, looks at me and flies away back to the feeder. Pretty little thing, that Trochilidae.
I think the Little Brown Eyed Friend of Mine is making a nest in the Maple Tree directly above the feeders. It seems every time I see her come to eat, she descends from the tree, and when finished takes the elevator back up. Hope the nest is in the maple, never seen one before.
Boy, did Mustina, the Pup Baby, ever get the email last week, along with the Gray Lady. The 2girldogs topped Sophia the Republican Cat in emails received for the first time ever. Course the 2girldogs were as happy as can be and Sophia was fit to be tied for two or three days.
She claimed the 2girldogs email was just the sympathy vote for Pup Baby almost dying, and the Ladies email was just ‘cause she stayed by her baby. The truth being know, Sophia didn’t live at the East Wing at that time of the tribulation , so I don’t know how she’d have reacted to such tough times, the night of the Long Night or the second night when The Thunder Rolled. Had she been there I’d bet she'd have a different story tell.
When Sophia heard more bad news ‘bout the presidents men offering more jobs to people if they wouldn’t enter democratic primaries, she got real happy real quick. With a smile on her face and chuckle in her meow, Sophia said “Chicago Politics, it’s the Dailey Way, and after all the President’s a homeboy ya know”
Sophia was glad the President went to the Gulf and said the oil leak was his fault but don’t blame him, ‘cause after all it’s really Bush’s fault. According to Sophia the President said he was gona kick ass ‘cause they couldn’t stick a plug in it. Sophia wanted to tell him where to stick the plug but the Gray Lady intervened and promised bodily harm if she went there. Sophia walked the line, didn’t step over, just walked the line. The cat’s a high wire walker in Calico. I love to watch her smile as she walks that line.
A no win situation for us all, an open oil well in the Gulf of Mexico and nobody can stop it. Not the President, not the army, nothing in the Federal Government can do a thing except talk. The total technology to deal with this disaster lies solely with BP, and no matter how the President tries to convince us otherwise he too is a spectator. Unlike us, he has a front row seat. Maybe the only time in this life where he wished he had the back row seat.
Being unable to stop that oil flow, and an unknown volume underground, it’s a good thing they didn’t drill any deeper, else they’d have let out the devil himself. From the live cameras at the bottom of the ocean, maybe they have.
Sophia’s spent last two weeks working daily on her Tea Cat Project. I’m surprised at the number of email addresses she’s received asking to get on her mailing list. I think in retaliation for being put on the White House email list when garnering support for the health care bill, she’ll return the favor.
Sophia’s been to Chicago a couple times lately, the South Side of Chicago. To her old neighborhood, where she ran the Cat House. She still insists she thinks the President was at her cat house when he was a community organizer in Chicago, but can’t say for sure ‘cause the all look alike, those community organizers. Said she’s up there on business, came home as the official spokescat for the CCCC.
As Sophia traveled ‘round the country she accepted several offers to become the official spokescat for an ever increasing voice of opposition to the current political atmosphere sweeping across the country. As the winds of political change start to gather, Sophia now becomes the official spokescat for CCCC (Chicago Calico Cat Conference) as well as the ACCA (Arizona Calico Cat Association)
I had an interesting conversation with Sophia prior to her trip to Arizona. One day just out of the blue, she asked me I thought she looked Mexican. I asked why, said she’s lost her passport and didn’t want to take the time to find it in all her cat crap stuff before she went to Arizona. Told her ya don’t need passports to go to Arizona. Said she better take it just in case. I told her she didn’t look too Mexican, but be sure not to meow in Spanish or tell anybody her middle name is Guadalupe. That cat’s so pretty when she smiles in Spanish.
From there she went to California to meet with the a liberal cat group interested in becoming more politically active in their opposition to some of the recent laws passed by neighboring states. She introduced herself as Sophia Guadalupe, as she meowed in Spanish. She’s not yet heard back from those California Cats, but I expect she’ll get their spokescat job too. One thing I'll say for that humble little cat, she’s persistent in her undertakings, and had a great deal of flexibility in her view points, when the money’s right. Money talks, even to Calico Cats. Now she’s starting to meow like Bill Clinton and Al Gore.
For some folks the down sides of late spring and the upcoming summer are the BUGS!! On the other hand ya gotta admit that if ya look at the little fellers real close, I mean real, real close, they’re pretty impressive creatures. It’s almost a shame to smash those little complex creatures of God, but we do, and never blink an eye.
Will never forget the very first time I looked at bugs under a microscope. Not a very good microscope mind you, but the best one in Toto when I was a kid. I found out ‘bout a compound eye up close. Bugs and grasshoppers up close were monsters waiting for movies to be made. And so they were, the monster movies, THE FLY, THE ATTACH OF THE GIANT ANTS, and I’m sure there were others but those two come to mind right off. They didn’t scare me too much, I’d seen ‘em up close before.
Interesting creatures, those insects. I fully believe every life form on this planet is here for a purpose. It’s damn hard to figure out the purpose for some of ‘em. Another way to look at the bugs, wanta see a dinosaur, just hunt up a cock roach. Unchanged design for 60 million years and counting.
But the way ya look at it don’t matter, ‘cause they’re awfully annoying to many people. After getting bit by a mosquito the other evening, I decided to take ‘em on, after all last year I did win the War of the Hornet Nation, so mosquitoes would be a cakewalk.
Now if you’re gona cook outside and cook like a real man, and use charcoal and not be a wimp and use gas, then put a little sage or rosemary over coals to repel mosquitoes. It works. I used to cook out like a real man and use charcoal and put rosemary and sage on the charcoal, but now I cook like the wimps and us gas and swat the mosquitoes, or pollute the air by doing the spray can thing.
Here at the East Wing, we plant basil in pots all over the outside decks as part of the mosquito abatement program. Rubbing the skin with baby oil or imitation vanilla extract repels biting insects such as mosquitoes and black flies. Somebody told me that one time and I laughed at ‘em.
A long time ago I had a Bat House, don’t remember what ever happened to it. Did ya know that one small brown bat can eat as many as 600 mosquitoes in one hour? But I think that’s the one that comes in your house when you’re sleeping and bites your neck. OH, now I remember why I had to get rid of my Bat House. I told her those marks on her neck were just hickeys. She didn’t buy into that hickey deal and said she got bit by a bat and it was either her or the Bat House.
I miss that Bat House. I wonder if she would’ve just worn turtle neck pajamas. I think she got bit by mosquitoes missed by my bat. Maybe I should have gotten another Bat House for even better mosquito control, oh well, it’s little late to worry over long gone Bat Houses that could have been. Maybe I'll ask her again ‘bout the Bat House, she may have forgotten.
Now some people swear garlic works and swallow slivered garlic to ward off these bugs of summer. Some nuts ever take garlic tablets or rub garlic juice directly on their skin. Now I’m telling ya, with the amount of Italians I live with and the amount of garlic these people eat, well there wouldn’t be mosquitoes in Starke County Indiana. They are, so garlic must not work for that. I’ve even heard of people making a past of smashed garlic for bee stings, also heard people do radish juice for bee stings.
There are some neat flowering plants that tend to control bugs and insects, things like marigolds, chrysanthemums, asters, and pyrethrum daisies, along with herbs such as basil, anise, and coriander, are planted on the East Wing Decks every year. But the best way to really control mosquitoes is to drain the pond. Dump out all standing water from everything. When they can’t find water at your house, they'll go find water at your neighbor’s house, and your problem’s solved.
Years ago when I was going to repaint my house, had a fellow at the paint store tell me to add a few drops of citronella to each gallon of the paint to keep the bugs off the wet paint, it works. The citronella won't affect the paint, but it will keep the bugs from being stuck in your fresh paint job. I hate when that happens.
I just happen to remember this little ditty ’bout mosquitoes. Y know that annoying, high-pitched buzzing sound of a mosquito hovering around your head at night, it’s most likely made by a girl mosquito looking for a boyfriend. Mosquitoes mate in midair, (which is kinda cool) then the girl mosquito flies off to drink blood to nourish her eggs, and oh yeah it’s gona be your blood, that night when ya heard the buzzing. Ya don’t hear ‘em buzz when they bite your neck.
As I read of the devastating flash flood in Arkansas early last Friday Morning round 3:30 AM killing a yet untold number, it sent chills down my spine. I witnessed a flash flood one time, way up in the mountains. Saw the water rise more than 50ft in less than 5 minutes. Thank God I was still more than 50ft from the water and in a position to climb higher on the mountain if need be. Nothing more powerful than running water. It can move mountains, and does.
I’ve had several emails asking why I no longer say “stay safe in Iraq” at the end of the letters. No one in Iraq is reading stories from the East Wing. Truth is all the military men and women who visited the East Wing each Wednesday have been either sent home or, in some instances, just moved to a different war, that being Afghanistan. Prayers still need there for the safety of the people in harms way in that war. And so they’re offered.
Not the best weekend weather ever, but watching the storm roll through late Saturday Afternoon was special. That's what so neat ‘bout the East Wing, ya can set out in the storm and not get wet.
Thank you for sharing your time this late Spring Sunday in June. We enjoy your company so much. Summer will be here before we know it, just 8 days. I think that was a Beetles Week, that 8 days.
Stay safe in Afghanistan
From the East Wing, With The Little Trochilidae, Pup Baby’s Email, Sophia Clinton & Gore, Bug Off, The Rains of Spring
I Wish You Well
BobbyRay
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