I’m so glad to hear the prayers were answered!
And yes I got the prescription. Good advice there Doc! I don’t have any Pink on my cell, but it’s loaded with lots of J.P.
Take care my friend & know that I appreciate you!
I think there were 31 in our class. For our graduation class trip 18 kids & 3 teachers aka sponsors rode a school bus to Panama City Beach FL. What a trip! That had been a tradition at our little school for many years, start a class fund in 7th grade & have any kind of fundraiser you could think of to pay for the trip. We were the 1st class not to come back through New Orleans & for SOME reason we were the LAST class to make a Senior class trip anywhere out of state. It MIGHT have something to do with our school bus with our town’s name on the side being seen after leaving The Red Rooster Disco with a drunken bunch of us hanging out the windows… Waving at people… Mooning people… Screaming at the top of our drunken barely old enough to drink in FL lungs… Seen by our small-town Fuddy-Duddy Sister Bertha Better-Than-You & her poor husband who just HAPPENED to be in FL all the way from MO… At the SAME time & in the SAME time we were… Nah, just a coincidence… We got quite the reception when we got home!
And when we happened to see Mr. & Mrs. Fuddy-Duddy alone, it wasn’t Florida we suggested they go to… It was somewhere warmer!
If I hadn’t come back here to look at a reply from someone else, I would’ve never known you’d replied to me! If I’d made my comment about Bill like I meant to, I probably wouldn’t have gotten a reply and then saw yours. Oh well, it worked out in the end.
Hey Magic, It’s really good to hear from you! I messed up & didn’t include Bill wouldn’t degrade himself by getting into Politics. Neither will I, but I did by not proofreading!
I’ve been feeling REALLY rough, especially the last week. Weak & in a LOT of pain down below. Found out Staph from the arm (if that’s where it came from) may well be the source of the Inflammatory Epididymitis. How’s that for a $50 handle for sore ball? Google it, it’ll make you cringe! It MIGHT be from low Testosterone, I sure don’t have any other of the usual suspect causes!
I’ve hardly been doing more than a quick scan of the comics, I was going to look at your profile for comments, but like so many things this week, I THOUGHT IT AND FORGOT IT! I haven’t got any notifications from you either. Who knows?
I’ve been remembering you & yours in my prayers, wondering how the BIL & great-niece were doing. All the best, M.
Take that Beetloaf and stuff it!
Bill wouldn’t degrade himself like that. A cat has got to know his limitations!
Grandma was a widow who lived in a SMALL town (266 people in the 1960 census, but by 1970 the City Limit sign said 399). I think her Dart was a 63 model too. She lived in the old Parsonage on the West side of the First Baptist Church right on the main drag back when Highway 60 came through town. In 72 they built the new 4 lane highway to twist around town & cross over on the old highway on an overpass about 1/3 of a mile East of her house. I remember it was about 200 yards West from her house to the grocery store in the middle of town. The older she got, the more devout my prayers got that we’d make it back from the store, even more so if we drove out of town farther to visit someone!
My Dad’s Slaughterhouse & Processing plant where we lived was exactly 1 mile East of her house on the Highway. For some reason after they changed the Highway from a straight 2 lane to the new 4 lane dived highway S type curve and overpass, the ride from home with Grandma to her house or back home sure seemed a LOT farther than a mile! If she came to give you a ride to Sunday School & Church, by the time she got you there you were REALLY thankful to be there & ready to be in Church! But that was just Grandma, she loved us & we loved her too. When we were really young we walked to her house after school & stayed until Mom got done wrapping meat at the plant. A lot of good meals & memories at her house! Seems like yesterday but yet somehow SO LONG ago somehow. My Mom’s folks were farmers about 17 miles West of us and were absolutely the best Grandparents you could ever ask for.
I had a great childhood & you’ll NEVER hear me blame my family for ANYTHING wrong with the way I was raised. My older Brother getting killed when he was 20 & I was 13 was the only real tragedy that warped my young life. It wasn’t till I was 40 & came down HARD with MS that things went downhill faster & faster over the years. But I’m still here. Just no more footraces & jumping high hurdles for me though!
Hah! That’s what I thought the minute I read it!
I’ve had that saying framed & hanging on the wall since 1993.. Got Miss Kitty in 1992…
With my Primary Care Doctor & Dermatologist, I am VERY lucky! If you only knew all of my medical problems, you’d say very unlucky. It’s time for me to get some sleep. It won’t be good sleep or for very long before I wake up from pain or natures call. Or more likely both… Best to you, M.