It gets a bit confusing. ….
It gets a bit confusing. The date of this paper reads June 2, but there are still a few days left in May. But I must heed the early copy deadline or this column won’t get printed. When I left you last week, I was just getting ready to celebrate a birthday. I guess when you reach 90 or beyond there is plenty to celebrate. As I tell everyone, it is like the verse in the 118th Psalm, “This is the day the Lord has made, let us rejoice and be glad in it”.
Every day seems like a gift. Another day to enjoy what the Lord has made and I search for a reason that I am still able to enjoy it.
On the other hand I feel like what one of the kids said on the morning of their birthday. “Gee, I don’t feel any older than I did yesterday”.
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Well, it was just like clockwork last Saturday. I was awake at my usual getting-up time. Which was fine with me as I’m a creature of habit and if I happen to oversleep I have problems getting caught up for the time I lost.
It was a busy weekend. Jackie and Sue picked me up and we drove up to see Shelly. Sue had brought cupcakes and we sat outside Just Like Home and ate them with her. I must say she has handled the mask wearing and other restrictions quite well.
Then we just bummed around until suppertime when we met Rupe, the Rueths and Dietsches for my birthday dinner at Rumour’s on the Main. Somehow a beautiful cake appeared and someone kept a close eye on it just in case the numbers got turned upside down.
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Mark and Wendy didn’t join us as they were getting ready for their own celebration party the next day. Their daughter Morgan graduated from Medford High School and is heading to the University of Minnesota at Morris, Minnesota. She will continue with her swimming which earned her a number of medals and awards over the years.
So that ended two days of excitement and running which was plenty of reason for just taking it easy for a couple of days to recuperate.
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Our nice, damp, but not rainy, weather came to an abrupt change Tuesday afternoon. Like clouds out of nowhere a sudden thunderstorm hit us dumping tons of rain water on us accompanied with some high winds. I didn’t see a lot of damage in Loyal, but as I drove into Marshfield this afternoon to keep a clinic appointment I noticed a number of limbs down in the cemetery across the street.
The usually dry weather earlier in the month allowed for the planting of small grains and corn. The small grains are completely covering the ground and the corn rows are easily visible as you drive by. Next up will be the haying season. I guess I’m a bit surprised it hasn’t started yet. Maybe I just haven’t seen any cut, and then maybe the farmers are keeping an eye on the weather. The way it looks and feels today we might have to break out our snow shovels again. Just hope all the new plants make it through the chilly temperatures predicted for the next couple of nights.
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Last week I was complaining about my computer and how it just didn’t want to cooperate. That was nothing compared to the situation I walked into yesterday. I was at the clinic and the nurse I saw in the Congestive Heart Department was complaining about not getting my lab work report and blamed it on the computer.
Finally it came through and my visit was over. Except I needed to make another appointment. Unfortunately I wasn’t able as the computer at the reception desk was balking so all she could do was to say, “I’ll make an appointment and send it to you.”
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It does get a little scary when one little incident can seem to throw the whole world into a panic. Like the shutting down of the pipeline out east, or the ship that blocked the Suez Channel. Some of that is manmade as I recall the empty shelves in the store a year or so ago.
One person hoarding an item is one thing, but pass that along to a whole group of people and you have created a problem.
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Looking back at my column from a year ago I apparently ran out of something to write about. So I had borrowed a few jokes from a joke book written by Celan Card, a radio announcer on one of the Twin City stations. He always started his show by saying, “Birdy with the yellow bill, hopped upon my window sill, cocked a shining eye and said, “What’s the matter with your baby? - - Buggy.
Sorry the only one I can still remember. But here are a few jokes that were going around in the late thirties or early forties.
“Madame,” announced the new maid, “Your husband is lying unconscious in the reception hall and a crushed paper in his hand.”
“Ah,” cried the mistress in ecstasy, “My new hat must have arrived”.
I stole a kiss the other night My conscience hurts, alack: I think I’ll go again tonight And put the blame thing back. If you sleep in a chair, You have nothing to lose; But a nap at the wheel Is a permanent snooze.
