A few minutes ago Charlie and I returned from his morning constitutional. Our condo is located adjacent to a large field with a fishing pond at the end. There are walking paths. Normally, I'll walk along without thoughts saying; "Let's get this over ASAP". Today, I stopped and looked at the beautiful blue skies in 28 degree weather with no wind. The sky was a backdrop for the pines, much greener it seemed to me against the color of the vibrant blue sky. There were trees with leaves in various stages of losing their leaves. For a brief period of time I stood, look and drank it all in. God's work is truly majestic.
In my voting life since 1968 I have always gone to the polls on election day. In my mind that's the way it was intended.
The FBI are investigating Trumpers for driving next to and around a Harris bus two days ago. It didn't take long for them to jump on the Bubba Wallace fake noose problem, either. Yet, with Hunter Biden's laptop the Fat Boys Institute sat on it for a year and if it wasn't for a computer repair shop owner in Delaware it'd still be a mystery.
For the first time in six weeks I had sweets; a pint of Halo ice cream at 300 calories; woke up this morning with a hangover. Oh, it brought back horrible memories.
I learned new Biblical story last night. It's about our Blessed Virgin Mary's home in Loreto, Italy. It seems impossible her home could be transported from Nazareth to Loreta but the proofs are there. The stone of the home is made of rock only found in Nazareth as is the soil imbeded in the stone. With God all things are possible. Wait, it gets better. I watched an 8 minute video about 'The Hermit of Loreto'. Years ago a man from the U.S. a very religious man, moved to that Italian community. He attended daily Mass and was somewhat of a soothsayer. Recently, a man from the U.S. went to talk with him. As it turns out people buy bricks with a name on it and place it in the framework of the Basillica. In 1980 this man purchased a brick and had the name Donald J. Trump placed on it. Then, and remember it was 1980, this man said he will become president of the United States and bring people back to God.
Dr. Fauci's cousin, a business owner, would like to throw a pie at his face for the lockdown.
Sadly, because of my breathing problems, I am unable to golf anymore. It breaks my heart but I've learned to compensate. I've been going to a driving range in Westerville, Ohio since 1989 and have met a number of fine gentleman. We've grown old together. We'll gather in a group, hit some balls, sit down and, as we say in Iowa, chew the fat. It's fun and every so often I'll lace a little white ball the way it's supposed to be hit.
Did I mention yet I may be escaping Ohio? The Queen came up to me the other day and said, "After the election why don't you take a trip." I ask you, how many wives suggest to their hubbies they take a trip without them? I'd say, none.
Regardless, if Trump wins I'll jump in my Subura Thursday or Friday and head out to Iowa. The plans are to watch a high school playoff game in Iowa City. The coach of this small school team is Marv Cook of NFL fame. His three assistant coaches are former NFL players. This has to be a record of some kind. After the game I'll tool on up I-380 toward Cedar Rapids and onto a burg named Fairbank. It's the home of Iowa's Amish population. It's the home a dear and unique friend. He's a friend who is a Hawkeye fan like no other. He attends all home and away football games dressed like a clown in a Hawkeye clown outfit.(Uh-oh! It's dementia.) I know I penned this info earlier). Anyway, his home is an Iowa Hawkeye museum loaded with tons of memorabilia. In his basement he has a TV that would put Regal theaters to shame.
Speaking of dementia I read a story from his wife how he had been suffering from the disease for quite some time and it was a blessing he passed.
There are others to visit in the State of Our Lord's gift to mankind. The only kink in the plan is if Trump doesn't win. Who in God's name would drive a total of 25 hours, by themselves, in total and absolute misery. I'll stay home, get in bed and curl up in the fetal position forever.
Vote tomorrow folks.
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