My 3rd Chicago concert in 4 years at the Starlight Theater in Kansas City. Walking out of the theater last night, Sue said this venue kind of spoils you for other venues. Back to Chicago….while they didn’t disappoint, the Doobie Brothers had me wanting to throw my granny panties on stage. He and I saw Doobies at the Sprint Center and it was just too loud and I didn’t take my earplugs…but in an open air venue….they were amazing.
And the geriatrics….I danced non stop until my hair was dripping in the back and today there is not an inch of my body that doesn’t ache. A beautiful ache…
I feel young again!
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When we got back to Bennett Spring tonight, we took a walk along the stream closest to the actual spring. As frequently happens at dusk after warm, humid days the fog hangs over the stream. We’ve experienced the fog so thick that anglers were totally enveloped…
He picked up a trout tag for tomorrow so there will be fishing! Rex and Diane Hall will be here from Iowa. It will be a perfect day with or without trout.
Counting my blessings!
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I’ve been sort of working on geneology for his side of the family. One of his aunts apparently has compiled a lot of research but I haven’t seen it yet so I’m doing it also and hopefully will be able to compare information. The particular difficulty I have is a result of my mother being a Brown who married a Green and I in turn married a Brown but we aren’t 1st cousins and what I’m finding out not cousins as far back as 5 or 6 generations. I’m so intrigued with the movement of our ancestors and I continue asking why…will never have an answer to those questions but I continue to ask. On his Brown side, great grandparents hailed around Coles, Illinois then sometime in the late 1800s made their way to Cold Springs MO near Rolla, MO….where his young adult grandfather made the hike to Newton, IA. Being about an hour from Rolla, we took off this afternoon to visit the spirit of the ancestors. Cold Springs is only a memory township these days and in the month of June, the Rolla historical society closes at 2:45…we were an hour late!
We did visit the first courthouse of Phelps County in Rolla…sitting in an old courtroom, I mentioned that it is possible some of his family could have gotten in trouble and been in this courthouse … he immediately countered with or they might have been a judge. Perspective.
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Last evening’s jaunt overto the fishing hole was a little warm..I think my watch said 87. I’ve been running around in tank tops which is something I would would never wear in public at home…the tree canopies cooled it down and then as always, the closer we got to the stream the cooler it was. I picked out my bench and settled in to watch him fish. I didn’t really even care if he hooked anything just the occasional relaxing cool breeze, the beauty of nature and watching the poetry of my husbands fly fishing technique. The trout that jumped full body in an arc out of the water beside him will always stick in my memory.
The trout and the Veteran. Grizzled old guy ,,,, probably my age,,,sitting on a lawn chair packing up his fishing supplies was approached by a woman walking a dog. By his license plate she must have realized he was a veteran? She stopped asked if she could shake his hand and thanked him for his service. I assumed he was a lonely old angler because he started talking about his three deployments the last of which was Desert Storm. He had been injured several times and had been treated back home for those injuries along with a couple rounds of cancer. He was delighted that he could actually fly fish this trip to Bennett because even last year he could not get his arm up high enough to cast. He was joyful. IT brought tears to my eyes. So many lessons here! so much gratitude!
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This is what we have been doing today
Has anyone else noticed I need to have my glasses adjusted?
He took the truck into the Ford dealership this morning. Had a neighbor camper follow him in and bring him home. This is what RVers do…one of these days we may have the opportunity to pay it forward. Enterprise had no vehicles to rent until about 3 pm. By then, he had been in contact with the dealership to find out our brake pads were disentegrating….the truck is a 2005 with 40,000 miles on it rather than a standard 140,000 meaning it hadn’t been driven a whole lot and the brakes just rusted away. Truck will be ready for pickup in the morning.
We’ve all just been hanging out. He and I did take a walk down along the stream after lunch…or what some of you propers call dinner. Made our way over to the park store for a fishing shirt with long sleeves with some SPF protection and a floppy fishing had to cover the ears and unprotected bald spot 👴🏻.
Heading out soon for the stream…have to plan this outing because he will have to carry everything and plod along in his waders…it’s only 1/2 mile where he wants to get in but with his sideward movement, he undoubtedly will end up further away…hey wait…who’s going to carry my lawn chair?
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Set up camp on Sunday….mental health temp…awesome..it’s like My soul is sheltered as we drive down into the park!
First day of fishing. He didn’t bring long pants for under his waders … so when he headed to the stream, I headed to Walmart. Side note…I first drove back to the campsite to get his trout tag that he left on the counter. Backing up the f250 is not my strong suit, sure enough I backed into the tripod that holds the 5th wheel hitch steady. Uh oh. A little damage to the bumper and this is really only significant because a couple years ago I ran the side of the Titan into a concrete planter in a parking lot doing some ugly, significant damage to the side of the truck as well as the side step bar. He handles these driving boo boos pretty well although I did here a fair amount of curse words after the initial revelation.
Actually a beautiful day in the shade for me.
- Btw…he determined he no longer needed the long pants under his waders. I’m keeping them in the trailer for future cold weather trips.
- No trout for dinner so we made the 11 miles curvy road jaunt into Lebanon and ate cod. On the way home the truck started making “those” noises. Noises that all of a sudden you look at each other with the “what the hell was that” look.
- As always when the unknown pops up, you weigh all of your options and make a decision which will haunt you all night long because it never seems the right decision.
- Best news of the day was msg from Brett’s folks asking how long we would be here because they were coming Thursday and the rest of the family on Friday. Like a shot of pure joy to settle down the truck anxiety and make life perfect again.
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3 years ago, we moved away from everything we have ever known which includes some besties. we moved 4 hours south to a house I love, moving out of the boonies and into a neighborhood which I love (for the most part). We made this decision because I had to have a new start and get away from the negativity and anxiety in my life and afforded us the opportunity to live close to and love fully our grandchildren. I do not regret the decision. With that being said, I miss family celebrations on holidays and birthdays. It is something I could change if I wanted to take the initiative…and if I were more self aware of how I was going to feel.
With that in mind….I spent my birthday, Mother’s Day and Memorial Day as if it was just any other day in my week. This week thinking about my daughters birthday coming up, I started feeling some depression settling in. I decided to try essential oils…I totally am committed to the value of using essential oils for healing…but I was skeptical that just breathing them in could seriously have any impact. I had tried using a diffuser and I love the scents but I decided to try what I’ve been reading. I put do terra essential oils…lavender, bergamot, ylang ylang and Roman chamomile in my hands and took whiffs then I rub the mixture on the bottom of my feet and put the mixture in my diffuser. Within 10 minutes I felt the funk beginning to lift. I did the same thing this morning. The change is remarkable. If you are suffering in your own funk or dealing with your own depression, I encourage you to give it a try!
And…a friend of mine posted This on FB this morning. A good read!
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To the platforms of the right and left in politics. I’m pretty confident that nothing is going to get done In congress AGAIN. My obsession with the health of our country seems to be totally focused on Trump. I’m totally overwhelmed with the sickness of this human being and how one man could be allowed to destroy years of building by his predecessors…Repub or democrats. I don’t like the feeling of hate I am experiencing. I hate him and everything he stands for. I continue to try to think something good is going to come out of this evil…that For 5 minutes, I can feel positive and think…okay, I see where he is going…maybe it will work??
I feel quite negative about all of the other actors in this nightmare but I fear that there is nothing that can really help us except getting rid of Trump (and I don’t care how this is accomplished)! YET…I’m almost as afraid of Pence as I am Trump…next in line is Paul Ryan. OMG
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Tonight I watched the Billboard Music Awards on Demand. I must say that if you heard all the hype about the Xfinity voice remote, I’m here to tell you. Yes….it’s as good as the hype!
- I’m starting to listen to Country Music again. It’s really only a little bit Country now but there is a little bit of redeeming Country performances left. BTW I like Florida Georgia line and John Legend brought it all together for me!
- I like the A symmetrical dresses aka one shoulder on and one shoulder off.
- Celine Dion has a set of pipes and I get shivers when she belts it out but her pronunciation accent with certain words quite frankly distracts me
- CHER….OMG what is there to say about Cher….Cher is amazing…71 years old and other than less moving and a few out of breath moments, she put on a spectacular performance. It made me nostalgic….and a little depressed that we are all aging so fast!
- I’m very disgusted and pissed off that Dirty Dancing is being remade. It’s way, way, way too soon. I never want to forget Jennifer and Patrick….they are the real and only Baby and Johnny!
- If I could go back, I would do 35 to 45 years old again. It was a golden age for me.
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