Seventh Third Time

life in the ozarks

Twenty Six Years

Happy Anniversary, baby! It's 26 years for Peg and I. And we're too busy to celebrate! Let me tell you the secret to a good marriage with a cowgirl. Ariat. If you're having a little trouble, try Circle Y. Really in the dog house? 4-Star.

May is just crazy busy in normal years. This year, with Dylan graduating, we've really been slammed. Add in storm-blown pine trees laying around like pick-up sticks, rain every day, three concurrent projects at work . . . and boredom becomes a distant, rumor of a feeling.

Another rumor of a feeling that keeps coming up in conversation whenever I mention that Dylan just graduated is the "empty nest" syndrome. Whatever it is, I'm sure it's nothing that a little repression and denial can't handle. I'm joking; I intend to use sublimation and a bit of humor. At least it isn't like the days when the young men headed west, never to be seen again.

Although . . . sometimes, given the state of the state and the condition of our condition, I can't help but wish that there were another frontier to escape to. I suppose we will have to make it here. At least until we get that Mars colony going or our Lord returns. The first is unlikely to happen in my lifetime. The latter I look forward to every day.

Here are some pictures of recent life:


Dylan and Melony

Dylan after receiving Citizenship Award

Dylan and Kenny, Baseball Playing Mad Scientists

Dylan's Snap of a Snapper

June and J.D.'s mare Fly and New Baby

I've been working on a slide show for Dylan's graduation party Sunday afternoon. If you are reading this, you are invited, by the way. I thought I would post a few pictures from the slide show on here.

Dylan Batting at Salem Tournament

Shelby Wade and Dylan Before Prom

Josh Hood and Dylan at FFA Banquet

Dylan and Becca McCallister at Mr. & Miss Senior Pageant

Mr. & Miss Senior Candidates
Cameron Heithold, Becca McCallister, Allie Honeyfield, Sam Schettler, Brandi Duncan, Jordan Hammond
Dylan, P.J. Murray, Katlynn Shepherd, Zach Walker, Randy Harris, Ethan Kinder, Justin Burks

I'm Back

It has been almost three weeks since my last post. I have been either sick, worn out or busy every evening for the past 2-3 weeks. I actually wrote part of this post last Friday:

I am sitting here in the living room with no electricity but my laptop still has a good charge. The little battery icon on the taskbar says I have over 4 hours remaining; the only program I’m running is Word and I have the brightness turned down on the screen to save battery life.

We have no electricity because there was a severe thunderstorm this morning with high, straight line winds that knocked out power throughout Licking and the surrounding area. We have about 14 large pine trees down on our property, all victims of saturated ground and the high winds out of the north. We had another tree come down across our neighbor’s fence, the lane, our fence, and snapped the electric line coming to our house.

There are trees down everywhere, roofs and metal awnings twisted and crumpled in town, and debris from trees littering the roads and yards. I was working at the Universal Challenge Center today (it was actually a holiday for me) but the scheduled group was from Licking’s Bridges Alternative School and so I was happy to help out. We also had heavy rain and high winds at the Challenge Center but obviously it was nothing like it was here in Licking.

Dylan called me about 2:00 p.m. to tell me about all the damage. The amazing thing is, that even with more than a dozen trees down, the only damage we had to our property was a couple of fences and a metal gazebo and awning on our deck. Dylan told me we were going to need a bigger saw than our little Poulan with a 16”bar so I told him to go on out to Agri-Enterprises and see what they had. He came home with a big Husqvarna and then when I got home, Ethan Smith had brought a couple more saws and the three of us started cutting. I’m not used to working that hard and the big Huskey got heavy fairly quickly. We didn’t get it all cleaned up but I’ll eventually be able to get everything but the logs cleaned up. I’m not sure yet what I’ll do with the logs.

It is amazingly quiet without electricity. The peepers and crickets are singing their favorite song. I can hear a coyote once in a while and there is a whippoorwill off in the distance. It looks like there will be a full moon or something near it. Hmmm . . . no noise and a full moon; I’ll probably have a hard time drifting off to sleep tonight.

Beginning of what I have written today.

The busyness did not end with the lack of electricity. Saturday was a double-header in baseball at Houston during the day and the Alumni Banquet in the evening. Sunday was Mother’s Day and continued clean-up. Steve Booker brought over a generator which allowed me to use my CPAP for the first time after a couple of nights. It is amazing how poorly I sleep without it. Sunday morning I had woken up with a sore throat and a headache. I was perfectly fine on Monday morning.

Monday evening was the Athletic Reception. Dylan was happy with having received Defensive Player of the Year in basketball. We finally got electricity back on Tuesday. Simple things seemed like luxuries again: lights, coffee maker, refrigeration, things that come on at the touch of a switch. It made me wonder at the depth of my lack of appreciation for the blessings in my life. I find that I am already taking things for granted again, just a few days later.

Tuesday evening I prepared for a trip to Jefferson City on Wednesday to make a presentation to a meeting of the community action directors throughout Missouri and then on to Tan-Tar-A to show the mobile lab at the Missouri Association of Workforce Development Conference. I had to miss the Baccalaureate service at the Church of Christ on Wednesday night.

Today, Thursday, I am in the mobile lab describing our services just outside the entrance where people are taking their smoking break so I’ll probably smoke at least two packs of second-hand smoke today. I have actually had many visitors from people who are interested in the Hughes Net and others who are thinking about setting up something similar in their regions.

Once again, I find myself wishing that I was at home. I still have a tremendous amount of cleanup to do at the house and Dylan’s graduation is this weekend. I am wondering if all of this ceaseless activity will come to a complete stop at sometime in the near future. In any case, I have many pictures to post and a lot of catching up to do. Hopefully my blog posting will return to normal

Kansas City

"I got to Kansas City on a Frid'y
By Sattidy I larned a thing or two
For up to then I didn't have an idy
Of whut the modren world was comin' to!"
-Wilbert Harrison

I'd like to tell you what I like about Kansas City . . .

And I will just as soon as I find something to like about it.

I'm joking. Sort of. I'm at the ACI (Affordable Comfort Inc.) Conference this week, learning about such things as house energy efficiency systems, home performance and energy audits, etc. It is actually fascinating information and if I felt better, and the sky were blue instead of grey, this respiratory infection wasn't hanging on longer than I would like, and I wasn't missing my family, I might have a better outlook on KC. But I'm sure tomorrow will be a better day.

Actually, I can tell you one thing I like already. I'm in the Hyatt and can walk all the way to Crown Center, a few blocks away, without going outside, not a bad thing on a rainy day. I'm going to try to experience some KC barbeque and maybe some jazz before I go home.

Under the Weather

I stayed home sick today with something respiratory. We're break-neck busy at work and I shouldn't couldn't wouldn't have taken off if I had not appeared (and sounded-cough, cough, cough) so noticeably contagious. Of course the fact that I didn't really feel like getting on my feet might have had something to do with it as well.I started on the anti-bios last night and am praying that the morning brings a new day.

I'm guessing that I picked up the unwanted prokaryote at the Blues playoff game Sunday night but that would have been a very short incubation period. I just enjoy blaming St. Louis for as much as I can. I did stand in the cold rain last weekend but . . . Anyway, who cares how it came; here it is.

Getting to the Blues game was thanks to J.D. Bales. I've never been much of a hockey fan, simply because we've never had much ice this far south. Jimmy Breeden and I used to play some great table top hockey games, the ones with the rods, not the air hockey games. But sports don't seem quite real until you've played them and hockey doesn't translate all that well on television.

I loved the canyon steep coliseum-like atmosphere, the white rink shining in the middle of the blackness, and the sound of 20,000 voices assaulting my eardrums. I liked the speed, the brutal power and the constant struggle. I kept thinking of the saying, "I went to a fight and a hockey game broke out". It ain't baseball but I like it. Go Blues! Next year.

I mentioned standing in the rain over the weekend. That was Saturday baseball at the Salem Tournament. Licking met Salem at 9:30 a.m. in a cold, wet wind, losing 10-5. They then met St. James in the following game with the drizzle sometimes giving way to outright rain. The boys looked tired but they ended up with the win, 6-4. Tournaments play havoc with pitching and it seemed like everybody but the bus driver hurled a few innings.

Monday night the Mansfield Lions came to town and bested Licking, 8-2. Landon Jarrett pitched well and kept the Wildcat bats silent for the most part. It didn't help that the Wildcats had their worst defensive game of the Spring. They just were not sharp at all. They are very likely to have to face Mansfield again in districts and will have to play much better to get a win.

Writing this has worn me out. Send a prayer my way.