Slowly Improving

I've been away so long it took me a while to re-figure out how this blogging thing works.

I am slowly improving. I am working on sitting up for an hour or two at a time and walking a little further each day. Physical therapy has been slow - but each time I reach a goal, walking to the nearest stop sign, walking to the next stop sign, walking around the block, I feel more optimistic and less discouraged.

I occasionally think how others have it worse then I do, and use their courage as encouragement. I've many friends that have stuck with me too. For them, I am most grateful, and the words "thank you" seem too woefully inadequite.

My mom was upset when the U.S. Government refused to give her a ceremonial flag for my dad, who served for 12 years in the Army.

I wrote the local VFW group and they sent me a flag. I purchased a case off Amazon and my younger brother read up on how to fold the flag to fit the case - it took us 5 tries. Each fold, there are 13 of them, has a meaning and we read up on those too. I like how the one star over the three stars as it came out. My dad over me and my two brothers...

I gave it to my mom and we hung it up in her dining room - which she uses as an office most days. We remembered OUR Veteran.

Some days I am stuck in bed, either the bad back is royally complaining or my feet are too painful to stand on. Those long days are sometimes rewarded with some interesting sights out the bedroom window.

I've Been Missing In Action - 2

I've had some health issues and after 8 or 9 months with 3 doctors, 3 specialist and 3 stays in the hospital, am not really much closer to feeling better. On the good days and I walk a bit and work a couple hours. On the bad days, I can't walk much more than to the bathroom. Most distressing for someone that enjoys walking daily - no matter the weather.

The houseboat was donated to charity. And I've been back to the wharf only once to say goodbye to the people there and to the place with so many memories.

Tomorrow brings another visit to the hospital and an MRI.

I've gotten my grandmother's beloved garden furniture and sign outside my office window. You can see them in Flickr (Link to the right).

Little things take me a day or more to get done.

Hopefully I won't be a year posting the next time!

I've Been Missing in Action

I've been either busy with lots of overtime at work (60+ hrs/week) combined with a lot of "catching up" because I've missed a bunch of days due to being sick - or being totally "out of commission" being sick.

I did get out some these past couple weekends. I got to the Howell Living History Farm near my Mom's place and enjoyed a hayride. I posted some photos and videos in Flickr if you want to see them. Since my dad died, the Howell Farm has become a refuge - and a place to step back in time. When I enter the property - it is like stepping back 100 years - and time slows... and things ... feel relaxed and ... safe (no flying missiles - nobody blowing themselves up - no tweets - no inanity)

The sense of calmness is much needed.

Seeing a 1907 Case Steam powered tractor takes one back in time too! This one was bringing Santa Claus and his wife to the farmhouse.


After the farm visit, I went to another farm, Paxson Hill Farm, where I could visit the Peacocks...

I finally got around to sending out some Christmas cards this past week. Maybe I'm catching up after all?

The team of oxen carted wood used by the steam tractor.

Memorial Day 2017

My Dad served as a Captain in the US Army. He was never under enemy fire, something for which his family is very grateful.

I heard these words today. They resonate today, like they did on Veteran's Day, 1985.

"{W}hen a serviceman dies, it's a tear in the fabric, a break in the whole, and all we can do is remember.

It is, in a way, an odd thing to honor those who died in defense of our country, in defense of us, in wars far away. The imagination plays a trick. We see these soldiers in our mind as old and wise. We see them as something like the Founding Fathers, grave and gray haired. But most of them were boys when they died, and they gave up two lives -- the one they were living and the one they would have lived. When they died, they gave up their chance to be husbands and fathers and grandfathers. They gave up their chance to be revered old men. They gave up everything for our country, for us. And all we can do is remember.

And the living have a responsibility to remember the conditions that led to the wars in which our heroes died. Perhaps we can start by remembering this: that all of those who died for us and our country were, in one way or another, victims of a peace process that failed...

We're surrounded today by the dead of our wars. We owe them a debt we can never repay. All we can do is remember them and what they did and why they had to be brave for us...

In memory of those who gave the last full measure of devotion, may our efforts to achieve lasting peace gain strength...

God bless America." - Remembering those who paid for our freedom.