No Limitations. None.

Note to self: Watch this and stop making excuses.

No other words needed, but “Wow” comes to mind.

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For Just A Moment . . .

Sometimes . . .  somehow . . .  something occurs that makes me believe that there is a real order to the universe and certain events happen for a reason.

Events like The Duck Parade

For just a moment, all is well with the world.

Thanks to Master Blogger, David Kanigan.

Spotted On A Back Road.

Besides Jesus, what else do choosy mothers choose?

I love the church signs in The South.

Third Hand Collection

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When you are a participant in the arena of blogging, you are always on the lookout for something to save and use at a later date.  Every once in a while, you realize you have more photos than you could ever use, so you “dump” them.

Steve heard about the dump from Instaundit, who found them over at PowelineBlog.

Thus he refers to this photo dump as Sub-contracted out.

When I started this hobby back in 2010, Steve was already a seasoned professional and we have gotten together maybe a half dozen times or so over the years.  He is a charter member of The 25 Blogs Guaranteed To Make You Smarter club.

These are just two examples of the fun facts hidden behind the link above.

Happiness

It has been a busy week at our house, with lots of excitement, not the least of which was the engagement of our daughter Megan, to Andrew Peace

Andrew is also at BCM studying to be a physician.  We have met him several times and he even came out from Texas to ask our permission and get our blessing. To me, that is indicative of a sound upbringing and good manners. We think he is a great guy and he and I share an appreciation for an occasional bourbon and a cigar.  What more can Megan ask for?

It appears to us that they are perfect together and we are looking forward to a Texas wedding next February.

Megan posted her announcement here.

Congratulations Megan and Andrew!!

 

 

Worth Noting

I would be remiss if I didn’t mention that today marks my parent’s 65th wedding anniversary.

Sixty-five years with the same person is a long time, full of ups and downs, smiles and tears, birthday parties and funerals and all the junk that life throws at you on a daily basis.

Getting older doesn’t make it any easier.

Longevity like that takes a good bit of hard work, determination and a sense of humor. It has been said that a good marriage is two, imperfect people who never give up on each other. You both personify that ideal.

I consider myself very fortunate to be my age and still have both my parents around, albeit hundreds of miles away. We make up for the distance by talking daily, even if just for a minute or two.

I could go on, but I’ll leave it at Happy Anniversary, Mom & Dad.

(Mom, I intentionally picked a picture that is almost 13 years old so we would all look younger than we do today. heh-heh)

Christmas Eve, 2006

From their wedding day. . .

 

 

Old Numbers

And so it goes as we age.

60 may be the new 40, but 9:00  is the new midnight!

I finally got 8 hours of sleep. It took me 3 nights, but whatever.

It still beats the alternative.

Back Too Soon

Starting in Lexington, SC, 14 May 2019

The last meeting is over at 8:30pm, twelve hours after the day started and sixty minutes to go before I can shed these Allen-Edmonds.
Entrance to the Interstate is close by and would cut the trip home down by twenty minutes.  Tempting.
The brisk, inviting dusk calls me
The idea started here with Take The Back Roads
I give in to my tired soul, turn left, not right, and take the back road.
Cool breeze. Windows down.
Last glimmers of light as the sun sets behind a sprawling, peach orchard
Cruising at forty-five mph in a fifty-five zone.  Breath deep
Different fields, different smells
Surprised by a smoker grill making the air smell happy.
A freshly cut lawn
Different fertilizers for different crops.
Clean, cool, dry air
Breath deep
Another smoker.
Thank God for pigs
Thinking about a landmark of my youth that was razed today. Nature rained tears on the demolition, a fitting tribute. Remembering all the family functions, dates and events I enjoyed there, knowing the next time I visit my hometown, I will be sad to see it gone. Countless, memories and I curse those with no sense of history or aesthetics. It was the cultural center of our once, back roads town.
Today, reckless McMansions have encroached on what was a farming community

Progress?  Bullsh*t!!

The Destruction of The Historic King George Inn

Shake it off Raymond and get back in the moment
Breath deep
More fields, beef cows settling in for the evening.
Peach groves, getting closer to harvest.
Soon I see the glow of the edge of the city.
Back to reality
Back to civilization.
Back to the smooth pavement and wi-fi.
Back too soon.
Already looking forward to tomorrow’s journey on the back roads.

Ending in Aiken, SC

 

 

On Hope

Megan, surrounded by the goodness of God, July 2002 (one of my favorite photographs)

Hope is
being convinced
that you are surrounded
and pursued
by the goodness of God

That He works all things
for good is the end
so if it’s not good
it’s not the end

And that there is no story
of tragedy or grief
where He
won’t have
the last word

By @catherineannpoetry

Shared by @meganchristinevisotski  (my daughter)

My Alarm Clock

Woody on the suet block

I like to save money, so instead of replacing a broken an alarm clock,  I’ve adopted this Woodpecker.

I’ve named him “Woody,”  feed him well and count on him to be looking for bugs in the tree outside my bedroom window every morning at 0600.

Am I crazy?

Please don’t answer as it was a rhetorical question.