How about the pitching ability of that great veteran Mickey Nelson of Clarks Grove? He threw a strike at the televised Twins game on a Sunday, even though he had thrown the ball days earlier from the mound at Hayek Field in Albert Lea. The game was in honor of Armed Forces Appreciation Day while recognizing Mickey walking his age of 100 and walking 100 miles in raising $100,000 for the Salvation Army. Per the Twins’ TV announcer, the speed of the thrown ball was such that it didn’t register on the radar gun!
With the coronavirus disrupting our lives, many people have purchased an animal for a pet. One of the more popular female names is Maisy. On an early-morning by Fountain Lake, I got to meet Maisy, a female dog.
On one of my morning walks by Fountain Lake, a female voice from across the street hollers, “I got some garden-fresh tomatoes for you.” I explain I don’t care for tomatoes, but Genie does. As she is putting about a dozen in a plastic bag for Genie, her husband says, “How about a fresh Kwik Trip donut?” I take the bag of tomatoes and finish the warm fresh donut with many, many thanks (I may be dumb, but I’m not stupid, thus I’m not telling who this great couple is. In other words, I’m not going to lessen my chances of getting another donut!) I will disclose their names after the tomato season has passed.
What were you doing when you got the news of the terrorist bombers on 9-11? What were you doing on 9-8-20 when the temperature of 48 degrees set the record low for that day? On that day, the hummingbirds were fighting to get a drink at our feeders. We noticed the females outnumbered the males about 10 to one. We think most of the males had gone south earlier. We waved goodbye, sadly!
The record-low, with rain, continued for three consecutive days. Even though the rain total was almost an inch, I trimmed our trees. I’ve learned over the years to trim before the leaves turn and fall to the ground. Thus, I don’t have to rake them!
If you went camping because of the virus you learned, “Camping is nature’s way of promoting the motel business!”
As a realist, this is my prayer: “Lord, thou knowest I am getting older. Keep me from becoming talkative and possessed with the idea that I must express myself on every subject. Release me from the craving to straighten out everyone’s affairs. Keep me from the recital of endless detail. Give me wings to get to the point. Seal my lips when I am inclined to tell of my aches and pains. They are increasing with the years, and my love to speak of them grows sweeter as time goes by. Teach me that glorious lesson that occasionally I may be wrong. Make me thoughtful, but not nosy, helpful but not bossy. With my vast store of wisdom and experience, it does seem a pity not to use it all. But thou knowest, Lord, that I want a few friends at the end.”
P.S. Once again, the politicians have proven they think the U.S. public (you and I) is stupid. President Trump admitted he didn’t think we could handle the information knowing how serious the virus would be. Thus, he lied about the seriousness of the virus. The other politicians who knew the seriousness didn’t speak up!
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Bob is a retired AAL (Aid Association for Lutherans) agent, currently working on his master’s degree in Volunteering. His wife, Genie, is a retired RN, currently working on her doctor’s degree in Volunteering. They have two children, Deb in North Carolina, and Dan in Vermont. Bob says if you enjoy his column, let him know. If you don’t enjoy it, keep on reading, it can get worse. Words of wisdom: There is always room for God.