Tuesday, December 20, 2011
Thank you for following my blog, and I hope you will continue to look in on me from time to time.
Tuesday, December 6, 2011
We got our first real taste of winter weather overnight... a heavy dusting of snow, over a glaze of ice; and the temperature this morning is in the mid 20s. Lovely... I guess now is as good a time as any to state, without reservation, I HATE WINTER. Ok... got that out of the way. For the most part, the drivers on my way to work this morning were being appropriately cautious, but there were a few spin-outs and fender-benders along 65; nothing that looked too serious, thankfully. It's supposed to clear off this afternoon.
photo by Sue White
Sunday, December 4, 2011
Even though it had been several years since we had been in there, nothing much had changed. And that made me smile just a little bit. We walked up to the counter and ordered two Sanchos each, knowing that it would likely be a while before we got our fix again. While we were waiting for our order, the cashier casually mentioned how busy it had been lately, because of the news. News?... what news? Well... "next Saturday will be our last day". What?! Yup. They are closing the West Plains Taco Hut. Dang. Now, some would probably say that it was long overdue, but in its defense, that place has a certain "well-worn" charm about it. And pretty tasty food. And clearly there are still people out there (like me) who appreaciate that.
As far as I know, the Taco Hut in West Plains, Missouri is the last one on planet earth. There were several scattered around the mid-west back in the day; Springfield had at least two. The last hold-outs were located in WP and Joplin, and sadly, the one in Joplin was destroyed in the horrible tornado that swept through their town this past Spring. So our last Sanchos were good. Before we left we ordered a couple more to go, and as we were leaving I had Pam take my picture out front, for posterity (ha). Hmmmm all that fuss over an old fast food place. Well... yes.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
Tuesday, November 22, 2011
“This country does in fact have a serious deficit problem. But the reality is that the deficit was caused by two wars – unpaid for. It was caused by huge tax breaks for the wealthiest people in this country. It was caused by a recession as a result of the greed, recklessness and illegal behavior on Wall Street. And if those are the causes of the deficit, I will be damned if we’re going to balance the budget on the backs of the elderly, the sick, the children, and the poor. That’s wrong.”
Senator Bernie Sanders (I-VT) Senate Budget Committee, 11-18-2011
Sunday, November 13, 2011
I was thumbing through some pictures I had loaded onto our computer earlier this year, and came across this shot of Gabriel. Whoa...
Wednesday, November 2, 2011
Bunnies. The red Halloween critter was lurking close by, and I figured I could shoo it off with some pictures of soft, fluffy rabbits (ha). I think it worked.
This evening the critter will probably scuttle off to the swamp from which it came. More than likely it will crawl out of the slime next Halloween and come for a visit, but until then... bunnies. They have nothing to do with the holidays coming up, but I thought it would be a nice transition. I don't know... it's Wednesday. That seems to be a good enough reason for me. Peace be with you.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
Monday, October 17, 2011
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Thursday, September 8, 2011
Sunday, August 14, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Sunday, July 24, 2011
Wednesday, July 13, 2011
Thunderstorms came rolling into southwest Missouri last night as we were getting ready for bed. All of them were far from Springfield at the time, and we could barely hear the thunder from them. But Gabriel certainly could. And he didn't like it. The barking started, and I scolded him from the top of the stairs and told him to go to bed. It seemed to work... for a while.
Bark bark bark bark bark bark bark barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark....
I get out of bed, go downstairs, open the door and say in a stern voice "Gabriel, NO! Go to bed" So he slinks into his doghouse in the garage and I'm thinking
Hmmmmm... seems to have worked. He stopped. Wonderful. Now maybe I can get back to sleep.
barkbarkbarkbarkbarkbarkbark... Oh good grief!...
Get out of bed, go downstairs, open the door and say "Gabriel, NO! Go to bed" then I shoo him into the garage and shut the door after saying good night (and please be quiet!) That should do the trick.
Get out of bed, go downstairs, go out to the garage and scold Gabriel briskly "that's enough! Go to bed. He slinks back into the doghouse and I grumble as I slam the garage door.
bark... bark... bark... bark... barkbarkbarkbarkbark
In a huff I gingerly storm down the stairs in the dark again, and swing open the garage door and let the dog know, in no uncertain terms that he is going to "SHUT UP! and go to bed!" Nope, not gonna happen. OK, now what? As I'm looking at him with bewildered wonder, it became apparent that the poor guy was just beside himself. Regardless of anything I might feel about the situation. We needed a new plan. This was not working. Short of just letting him in the house, only to have him want to go outside 20 minutes later, I started to ponder the situation. Then it dawned on me. He needs something to distract him... something to break up the rumbling outside that has him so worked up. So I plugged in the radio and turned it on low. I gave him a pat on the head and said good night and closed the garage door. As I climbed into bed at around 12:15 I said to Pam... "I hope he likes classic rock". Not another bark came from that boy the rest of the night, and we finally fell off to sleep as a gentle rain set in.
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Sunday, June 19, 2011
Sunday, June 5, 2011
"Remember dad... he lived the doggie dream." Patricia Thompson Winters
"I do wish I could have hugged that big ol' neck one more time, though. Sweet boy." Patricia Thompson Winters
Gabriel and Zeke out in the back yard, enjoying the nice weather. Spring 2011
Zeke, in the fall of 2010. It appears that he was reflecting on a life well lived. But more than likely, he was probably thinking "I'm hungry. You know... if they really loved me, they would bring my supper to me out here, so I wouldn't have to get up and go all the way to the garage".
Zeke... Spring 1998. As Patricia used to say, what a handsome boy you are!
we will miss you always.