Sunday, December 21, 2014

Walkin

Tomorrow should be a fun day. It's been years since my last root canal and to be honest I've missed it.
Sick? Twisted? Maybe.

There are things we inherit from our parents. My dad's side of the family offered good teeth and hair after 60, but the DNA on my mom's side of the family had different features.

My older and younger brothers took after my dad, but I was the middle child and I took after my mom.

All her people were bald by their mid 30s and many of them had teeth they kept in a jar on night stands while they slept.

When Uncle Sam called me into the service, I danced through all the testing, scoring high in most categories, but when they looked in my mouth they fretted.

As a result, in advanced training and the first six months in Panama, I went to the dentist three times a week.

They trained half the dentists on the Eastern Seaboard on my teeth.

I was always freaked by needles as big as bicycle pumps going into my mouth, but after a few weeks of routine visits with Army dentists......I somehow hyped my brain into believing that I enjoyed going to the dentist.

Woo Hoo! I love the smell of Novocain in the morning.

So, in the morning I'll get my coffee down early and head out so that I'm in the dental office by 8 a.m. I have no appointment, so they'll have to work me in. I'm praying that most people have decided to forego dental work until after the New Year and I can 'get 'er done' first thing in the morning but we'll see.  I can barely contain my excitement.



Saturday, December 20, 2014

Threw a cap

I now whistle when I talk, and my "F's" aren't fully formed. No, I haven't been drinking, but I did lose a cap from a front tooth. When I smiled in the mirror to check the damage, I looked like one of those guys from the movie Deliverance. I even thought I heard banjos.

Yes, it's less than a week before Christmas and things weren't quite hectic enough so I thought I'd throw a cap.

I was tickling my great nephew Jordan, who was spending a few hours with us while his grandpa worked.  He didn't bump me or anything, so I'm not really sure why my cap decided to pop out, but it did.

There's no telling how old the crown is, but I think Reagan was in the White House when I got it.

Jordan saw my reaction when the tooth came out and was alarmed. He's a tender-hearted kid and thought he'd done something to cause it, but when I told him he hadn't he was relieved.

He spied the broken cap on the floor under my chair and scooped it up gingerly.

When he realize I wasn't hurt, or that I wasn't upset, he got a huge grin on his face, and started singing, "All I Want For Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth."

I howled in mock fury. He squealed with laughter and the chase was on.

I'll probably have to knock off a liquor store to pay for getting it repaired, but I think money is only valuable when it's in motion.

Jordan climbing the magic tree.



Friday, December 19, 2014

Chicken emergency

We kept our great nephew Jordan and his friend Ella today. Both of them showed up just after 8 a.m. I had a Christmas Breakfast to attend but I was home by a little after nine.

They're both six-years-old and were sooooo excited to be coming here to bake Christmas cookies,  paint Christmas ornaments, and have fun at The Watsons.

Jilda had a day jam packed with activities and they were ready for duty.

After baking and painting, Jilda handed them off to me. Once in the back yard, we fed and watered the chickens. Ella and Jordan gathered eggs and then we played games.

They had lawn games that Jordan's mom had brought, but as it turns out, they like the special agent mission games I invented on the spot.

I pull the phone from my pocket and talked into it like it's a secret communications device.
"Your mission to save the earth, is to take an acorn, run to the hickory tree, toss the acorn into the bluebird house, then run to the bale of hay, and touch it with your right hand. Then you must run back here before I count to 13. If you fail, life as we know it will cease to exist. OVER AND OUT."

Bam! They were off.

After several missions in which we saved mankind, it was time to go in for water, and some more Christmas cookies.

I looked out the window and the chickens were out. Ooooops, someone forgot to close the door to the chicken pen.

Had Jilda video'd the next several minutes of us trying to herd up the chickens, I can promise you we would have won the America's Funniest Video contest, hands down.

By the end of the day the kids were sitting quietly watching the Christmas movie Prancer. To be honest they were both on the edge of sleep.

When they left at 5 p.m.  Jilda looked tired, but she still snorted when she looked at me. We looked like those mugshots in the post office.

We had fun, but it will be an early night.


Thursday, December 18, 2014

Snow Deer

While looking for a picture for tonight's post, I came across one I shot back in February after a rare snowfall.

It was taken at sunset, in low-light so the picture of the deer feeding under the apple tree was fuzzy. I almost deleted the photograph, and then I thought that I might be able to run it through the Oil Paint filter on Photoshop to see if anything could be salvaged.

As it turns out the muted light of sunset cast a slight rose-glow on the snow adding interest to the scene.  Does it work? Who knows the mystery of that? But I thought it was perfect for tonight's post.

It rained a little last night and today, clouds as dirty as dishrags hung low in the sky for most of the day. It wasn't freezing, but the combination of a cool north wind and high humidity, made my bones creak whenever I stood too fast. It felt a lot colder than it was.

Tonight, we cranked up the fireplace and sat for a long time feeling the warmth bathe over us like a few sips of a fine wine.

Next week is Christmas. We have a few more things to finish, but we're so close to being ready we can smell the barn.

Happy Thursday evening.


Wednesday, December 17, 2014

Sumac Sky

Tonight, I'm out of words so I'll leave you with a sumac sky.


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

The water

You can probably tell by flipping back through my posts from the past, that I'm fond of water.

Many of the major rivers in this country, flow through Alabama at one point or another. We're blessed with an abundance of creeks, lakes, ponds, and deep-green rivers. 

My dad bought a small lot on the Sipsey Fork of the Warrior River in the late 1950s. I helped him build a small two-room cabin on the water. And I spent most of the summers during my high-school years at that cabin.

We had a small jon boat with a 10 hp Evenrude motor and I could drive a boat before I learned to drive a car...and I learned to drive a car young.

I learned to waterski in one lesson and got up on the skis the first time.

So, as you might imagine, I'm drawn to water. 

When I need to think, I'll often go somewhere close to water's edge and sit. Sometimes I don't figure out my dilemma, but I don't consider the time wasted.

A few weeks ago when I took the long way home, I passed by the scene below.  There was a car on my tail and I started to drive on, but I felt like the moment was too important, so I pulled to the side of the road and waved the tailgater around. 

I then slowly backed up and sat for a long moment. I'm glad I had the good sense to snap a picture before heading home for supper.


Monday, December 15, 2014

Feature

It wasn't that cold this even, but I got a little wet when I ran to the truck after work. It was only a fleeting shower, but it was enough to run down the neck of my sweater and soak my sox.  The forecast said it was only 53 degrees, but it felt as cold as the picture below.

I'm not sure what's happened the last year or so, but in the past, I rarely remember getting cold. It was almost as if my thermostat was on a sliding scale.

I'd wear a jacket if I thought about it, but it was no big deal if I forgot it. That's not the case now.

I guess that's another feature of getting older.


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