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Good night darlinks. I really do love you guys.

And we keep vigil for:

Harper (Save's granddaughter),
Pogo’s friend Pat and special comfort for Pogo,
TK, and TK's grandma,
Becki and Becki’s hubby,
The Ringels in difficult transition,
Mrs. O and SFCOllie,
GW's daughter, her friend Sachendra, and Sachendra's husband Bob and son Gary.
Noomi!!!
Ringel for wellness, rest, healing, and extra strength,
Nosmo's mom,
Mrs. Ringel's knee,
Pogo's brother,
Ernie's stop smoking project,
For every happiness for Sherry and WQ,
Sherry’s Mom,
Gracie's fur friend Karma,
Mr. And Mrs. Gracie in difficult transition
Mr. Kat and Kat's mom,
Nosmo's eye surgery,
All of us and those we care about who are looking for work,

And the light is left on for Againsheila, Alan, Noomi, Spoonman, Freedombecki, and all the others who we miss and hope to return.

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OK 6:45 SDT and I'm still up. I started the fire in the smoker at 3 PM. I should be done in a half hour or so. Boston butt for Sunday at Doc's. We're having a good old Cajun crawfish boil. We'll have the butt and about 100 pounds of crawfish, 25 pounds of taters, corn, a couple bushels of cole slaw beans and cornbread.
 
Good morning everybody. Hombre and I have been up and at it for awhile too. The leaves are in the dining table and the table is set for a dinner party around 5 pm to honor my big sister's birthday. In a bit I will make my breakfast shake, and then make the potato salad and the orange fluff salad and a pound cake to use for strawberry shortcake for dessert. I enjoy cooking for parties.
 
The gates at the main entrance of Thompson Park were open for the first time since Thanksgiving yesterday. I can drive into the park and park my car in one of the lots near the entry. Up until yesterday I had to park in the tree covered lots just off park Way. I always have to call after Daisy the Mutt to make sure she follows me into the park and doesn't wander into the street..

The park is marvelous! There is at least one specimen of tree that grows naturally in Ohio. Mainly we have Red Oaks, Maples. Poplars, Hemlocks, Hickory and Ash. But there are a couple of Queen Anne Elms there. Beautiful trees whose boughs drape all the way to the ground. There, the branches take root in the soil and sprout saplings. So the Queen Anne Elm develops its own little grove. Sycamores wearing camouflage bark line the roadway. Ginseng trees with their ancient leaves sprawl across the hilltops.

I walk the upper loop through the park. Due to our topography (which looks like an unmade bed) walking down to the other parts like the baseball diamonds, playgrounds and finally the swimming pool means having to walk back up, and it's a hearty climb. At the very bottom of the terraced, hilly park lays The Big Rock. a slab of sandstone about the size of a one story bungalow, The Big Rock remains as a remnant of the glacial period that scoured out the basins that became the Great lakes then melted to erode our alluvial plain into steep ravines.

I trudge along past the amphitheater where in the cool summer evenings a brass band plays Sousa marches and popular tunes. "Memories! Like the corners of my mind. Misty water colored memories, of the way we were". Not the clear bell like tones of Barbra Streisand, but the chunky sound of former high school band members who had just one rehearsal.

And still I trudge on past the top pavilion. There are four picnic pavilions in the park, but the top pavilion is the largest. Built by Depression Era citizens working for the WPA, the pavilions all have stone veneers covering the structural steel columns that hold up a massive slate roof. 300 picnickers can comfortably dine under that roof. A huge stone fireplace anchors one side and barbeque pits flank the fireplace. It's one of Daisy the Mutt's favorite sops because even now in early Spring, folks on their lunch break might drop a Chicken McNugget or two. If you look carefully at the stone covered columns you can spy little pieces of art rendered in masonry. A pattern looking like a daisy, one looking like a songbird and that looks like a pine tree over there! I'm glad to think that there was enough license and spirit among those workers to still express themselves in their work.

And still I trudge on past the tennis courts. The boy's high school team plays in the Spring and the girls team plays in the Autumn. Either way, Daisy entertains the parents watching their kids volley and serve. There's a kiosk there where announcements of up coming matches and schedules for the after noon league play. It's also where dogs leave messages in urine for the other dogs to sniff and top. All kinds of information can be found at that kiosk.

And still I trudge on past the grove of hickory trees that seems to be in constant activity with squirrels and chipmunks. This is the part of the park that intrigues Daisy the most. I can continue to walk as she puts all those squirrels back up in the trees. She'll catch up by the time I get to the water fountain.
 
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Morning !
Test results for Hubby says he needed to go on another antibiotic because the infection is still there.
Hopefully it will get rid of this mysterious infection. If not he will need to go to a specialist.
Five more days and then one more test again.

Sending all kinds of positive vibes for healing.
 
No Buckeye Trees Nosmo King?
Buckeyes, Horse Chestnuts, Wild Cherry trees starting top in light pink, white pines swaying in the Spring breeze and whispering to those willing to listen. All of Ohio's arboreal splendor is in that park.

there is a disc golf course running through the park too. The players fling a Frisbee toward a basket mounted on a steel post. Those who play proclaim this course as the best in the area. I hear more Frisbees smacking into trees than landing softly on the ground. I ask the players if throwing 7 1/4 inch circular saw blades might help their game as they could remove the obstacles presented by the trees. One avid player is the son of a dear friend of mine. I suggested he take up skeet shooting as that would put a deadly weapon in his hand rather than a benign plastic disc. I got a call from his father the next day asking me to cool it with that suggestion.
 
Finally up, well since the last hour, someone knocking at the door, they were gone by the time I got there, probably salesmen. Still trying to wake up, allergy count is high. Hope everyone is doing better than me. :thup:
 
Finally up, well since the last hour, someone knocking at the door, they were gone by the time I got there, probably salesmen. Still trying to wake up, allergy count is high. Hope everyone is doing better than me. :thup:

Hope you feel better. Have you tried the regional raw honey thing for your allergies? That seems to work better for me than anything else.
 
Thompson Park is named for its benefactor, Will Thompson. Native son, industrialist and hymn writer, (Will wrote the hymn "Softly and Tenderly")

Softly and tenderly Jesus is calling,
Calling for you and for me;
See, on the portals He’s waiting and watching,
Watching for you and for me

That was a rousing hit in the last days of the nineteenth century.

There is a USGS benchmark embedded in the left stone gatepost at the entrance to the park. It tells anyone curious enough to seek it out that the elevation there is 1,238 feet above mean sea level. The normal elevation of the surface of the Ohio River at our town is 640 feet. So the difference between the ridge tops and the river is about 600 feet. four hundred feet short of being a certifiable mountain. But consider that the river must fall another 600 odd feet before it flows eventually into the Mississippi and the Gulf of Mexico,

We live on the cusp of three watersheds. There is a point not too far away that, if a raindrop falls on the left side of the road it can flow all the way south to New Orleans. If it drops on the right side, it will go over Niagara Falls and flow along the St. Lawrence River to Canada. A couple miles to the east, a raindrop will roll through Pennsylvania farm country and help fill up Chesapeake Bay. It's like living on the roof of the eastern United States.
 
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Finally up, well since the last hour, someone knocking at the door, they were gone by the time I got there, probably salesmen. Still trying to wake up, allergy count is high. Hope everyone is doing better than me. :thup:

Hope you feel better. Have you tried the regional raw honey thing for your allergies? That seems to work better for me than anything else.
Doesn't work for me cause basically I don't like honey.
 
I may have to back off the cat persona a bit. USMB is starting to show cat flea collar ads on my page. True story
 

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