What a miserable Friday. A ….

What a miserable Friday. A good one for Friday the 13th for sure. I can’t think of anything to do today except to get my mail and then head up to music. Today it is Red Higgins and Lisa Marie. Always a big hit here.

Sunday was the big day and it was kind of exciting to say a doctor from the Walter Reed Hospital came to see me. Actually the major/ doctor in his picture isn’t anything like the Will Hayman I know.

He hasn’t changed and reminds me of his favorite line. Florence would go on about something and when she finished, he’d say, “Well, actually Grandma,…” then go on to explain all about whatever it was.

Walter Reed was the name of the man who found that mosquitoes carried yellow fever and the hospital was founded in 1909. ÓÓÓÓÓ What a terrible mess going on in the Middle East. I read where they needed to move a million people out of the area where the fighting is taking place. Where would you go with a million people, many of whom have been fighting each other for years? I guess there are others with the same question.

We’ll just have to wait and see. ÓÓÓÓÓ I see the House of Representatives has picked a new Speaker. The question I have is whether the dress code will change or not. He has always appeared as some sort of renegade by not wearing a coat, but goes in his shirt sleeves. What next? Blue jeans?

ÓÓÓÓÓ What a difference a couple of days can make. I wrote on Friday how bad it was. Now at 10 o’clock Sunday morning it is just the opposite. It is nearly 50 and I’m enjoying some nice fall scenes. The other morning at 2 o’clock, I looked out to see a deer walking by. Then at 8 I looked out and the yard was full of robins. An hour later they were gone, heading south I assume. ÓÓÓÓÓ The other day our program called for an FFA tractor parade at 3:30. Like normal, I went early. The weather didn’t look so nice, so I stayed inside and watched out the window. A number of other people did too, but a lot went out in the cold and wind, as the plan was for them to drive by the auditorium’s west door.

It got to be 3:30 and no tractors. Then someone explained that was when school let out; then they had to drive out to the rehab center. They showed up at 3:40, all six of them.

I guess if there was something good about it all, I got to see Diane Anderegg. Years ago I bumped into her one evening shopping at Walmart. She said to me, “I hope I die before you do.”

Well, it was a little startling to say the least. I asked what she meant. She explained she didn’t want to miss any of my columns. Right then and there I realized I’d been paid for all my efforts every week. And, Lord willing, there will be more to come.