<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053</id><updated>2012-01-19T18:00:40.829-05:00</updated><category term='Eli'/><category term='deliberate life'/><category term='Julie report'/><title type='text'>ThunderBassWorld</title><subtitle type='html'>The title is a throwback to my younger days.  I play bass guitar and LOVED to play it loud.  This blog is my attempt to document my crazy life.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>45</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-2722963834219294331</id><published>2011-08-21T17:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-21T20:28:51.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First, fly the aircraft</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;Well the whirlwind that is my life has subsided to the point that I actually have a moment to commit a few thoughts to the blog.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, The Randy &amp; Dave Show entertained at the United Way ‘Kickoff to the Kickoff’ event. Saturday night we also had the opportunity to perform at Car Tunes on Main in Findlay. Those things combined with the ‘joy’ of being on-call at work has left me pretty tired today (and I suppose the disease and lack of caffeine contribute to that as well).  I think it’s nothing a few good naps can’t fix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day last week I was chatting with my friend Naubinway Jeff (http://naubinwaynook.blogspot.com) the other day and the topic of my recent diagnosis came up. He asked ‘how I was doing’ in dealing with my diagnosis. I told him (truthfully) that it truly didn’t affect my outlook on things.  I likened it to what pilots are taught to hold as their primary thought in mind; “First, fly the aircraft”. The idea is simple. A pilot has ONE responsibility; keep the aircraft under control. Don’t allow distractions to take your focus off the primary objective.  I live life the same way. I plan to keep on living and not allow ‘distractions’ to keep me from it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer is starting to wind down here on the farm. The gardens are looking pretty tired, but the vineyard is beginning to get ready for harvest.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uo5yjJeTbWk/TlGgsR4zQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0uqVYANBrac/s1600/IMG_1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uo5yjJeTbWk/TlGgsR4zQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0uqVYANBrac/s400/IMG_1190.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643468490648273906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I still have a lot of work to do in the vineyard (surgery wasn’t in my plans).  Maybe I’ll schedule a “Guys Play Date” to finish everything up. I can’t tell you how lucky I am to have such a great group of guys that love to come and help (no matter how hot and dirty the work is).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I go for all my pre-surgical testing. That should prove to make for a very unexciting day of poking and prodding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the perpetually patient Princess) Julie  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-2722963834219294331?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2722963834219294331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=2722963834219294331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2722963834219294331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2722963834219294331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/first-fly-aircraft.html' title='First, fly the aircraft'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uo5yjJeTbWk/TlGgsR4zQ_I/AAAAAAAAAGk/0uqVYANBrac/s72-c/IMG_1190.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-8521765161936335021</id><published>2011-08-17T20:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T10:26:14.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Next Big Thing</title><content type='html'>So yesterday I posted a tweet in frustration (which also updated my Facebook status). And like grandma said “Hindsight is always 20/20.” I wish I would have timed it better.  What I said was: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate #thatawkwardmoment when people first try to talk to you after they find out you're a cancer patient. I'm going to be FINE people!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tweet was my reaction to the look of pity and awkward silence I was getting at work and it went pretty much unnoticed (as I expected). The Facebook update was a different story. I got FLAMED for not providing enough information,not telling people personally, etc.  And while they may be right, I can only do so much with 140 characters. So I apologize to those who feel ‘cheated’ and I’ll do what I can to fill in all the details here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday one of my myriad of physicians discovered two (yes, 2) tumors in my bladder.  His first comment was “You’re damn lucky; we almost never find them this early”.  I asked him in 9 out of 10 cases what “them” was.  He replied “9 out of 10 times it’s bladder cancer”.  By the tone of his voice I’m of the belief that 10 out of 10 times it’s cancer, but that’s not what I asked him.  Very clever, those doctors.  So as of that moment I know what it’s like to be a cancer patient. The doc was quick to point out that with this type of cancer I won’t need radiation or chemotherapy (unless it’s spread beyond these tumors). They’ll remove these tumors surgically and after some recovery time, I’ll be good as new. As of right now my surgery is scheduled for the morning of August 30th. I’ll be ‘laid up’ for a few weeks and on ‘light duty’ until sometime around mid-October.  I’ll get re-checked every 3 months for two years and every 6 months for 3 years after that for re-growth.  If they stay gone all that time, I’ll be deemed cancer-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then, I'm still me. I love to laugh and joke around. Don't be awkward (or I might make you pull my finger). Life's too short not to have fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve decided to start updating the blog to keep everyone up to speed on what is happening (and how quickly I’m recovering).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the soon to be reluctant nurse Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-8521765161936335021?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8521765161936335021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=8521765161936335021' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/8521765161936335021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/8521765161936335021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2011/08/next-big-thing.html' title='The Next Big Thing'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-4433197715893737440</id><published>2010-12-29T17:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-29T19:24:31.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuck on Step #2</title><content type='html'>I used to believe that I had life all figured out. As I saw life, it was a pretty straight forward three step process:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Step #1 - Observe and determine what needs to be done.&lt;br /&gt;Step #2 - Do it.&lt;br /&gt;Step #3 - Reap the benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess maybe that philosphy might be accurate, but I think I need to add some detail to some steps. For instance, at the moment I seem to be stuck at step two. But I think that's nothing new. I think I've been stuck at step two for quite some time. Most people can probably identify with me here. For example, as difficult as losing weight may be, it's a piece of cake (note sweet food reference) compared to keeping the weight off. I know of some people who can truthfully say they've lost TONS of weight over several years. Of course as soon as they've lost the weight, they seem to find it again. The best goals in the world won't help a person who for whatever reason refuses to move toward that goal AT THIS MOMENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take me for example. I know what I need to do in order to lose weight, have a super marriage, get rich, etc. I just seem to refuse to do it AT THIS MOMENT. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This causes me to wonder. Why do I not do what I 'want' to do? Do I not want it bad enough? Do I truly NOT want it at all? Am I just plain lazy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think maybe I'm just undiciplined. Which begs the question "How does one develop self-discipline?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stick around as I try to figure this one out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (The Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-4433197715893737440?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4433197715893737440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=4433197715893737440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/4433197715893737440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/4433197715893737440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/stuck-on-step-2.html' title='Stuck on Step #2'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-6722432708896900505</id><published>2010-12-18T18:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T19:24:35.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Now What....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/TQ1OU-bkEfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/L7xyFyIT4Wk/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/TQ1OU-bkEfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/L7xyFyIT4Wk/s400/008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552180037880648178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One week ago today I graduated from the University of Findlay. If you were a fan of the TV show "The Wonder Years" then you remember the character Kevin's observation on life "Life never goes quite the way you have it planned". Once again, I'm living proof of that. This degree is, and has always been, considered a waypoint on the educational portion of my journey through life. Unfortunately, having reached that waypoint I find that I'm "out of fuel" (that being money) to continue my educational journey for the time being. &lt;br /&gt;So I find myself with a decision to make. What should I do with my life while I wait to assemble the financial resources to continue on to graduate school? Borrowing an idea from the folks in Real Estate, I'm looking for the "highest and best use" of my time and my life. I have a few ideas I'd like to share (and have your comments on)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Take better care of this body I've been loaned. - In the course of only taking two semesters off over the the last five years, I've really let my health go. I spent too much time living on fast food, heavy metal 'motivational' music, and MASSIVE amounts of caffeine.&lt;br /&gt;2. Get my financial house in order. - Like my physical health, while I was running 'helter skelter' through classes (and the rest of life) I only payed the absolute minimum of attention to finances, reducing debt, budgeting, planning, saving, etc. In short, I created a mess. Now I need to clean it up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Spend appropriate time on the vineyard and developing landscaping here on the farm. - I can't thank my mom and dad enough for the hours they've spent in the vineyard while I was reading, writing, researching, or just collapsed in exhaustion.&lt;br /&gt;4. Practice what I preach!&lt;br /&gt;Early in my blogging history I said I wanted to focus on living a 'balanced' life. What I have done over the past few years is the absolute OPPOSITE of that. I need to bring my focus back to my Family, my Faith, and my Friends. &lt;br /&gt;And I have to thank The Princess beyond all. A lesser woman would have 'bailed out' to save herself. The Princess has been my biggest supporter, cheerleader and 'cattle prodder' when necessary. I can't thank her enough.&lt;br /&gt;One of my goals in regaining balance is to blog more often. I hope you'll all continue to stick with me through "Mi Vida Loca". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (The Perpetually Patient Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-6722432708896900505?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6722432708896900505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=6722432708896900505' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/6722432708896900505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/6722432708896900505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-what.html' title='Now What....'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/TQ1OU-bkEfI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/L7xyFyIT4Wk/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-5369744510216735113</id><published>2010-08-01T07:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-01T07:50:57.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reboot</title><content type='html'>Ten Rules for Being Human&lt;br /&gt;by Cherie Carter-Scott&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You will receive a body. You may like it or hate it, but it’s yours to keep for the entire period.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You will learn lessons. You are enrolled in a full-time informal school called, “life.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. There are no mistakes, only lessons. Growth is a process of trial, error, and experimentation. The “failed” experiments are as much a part of the process as the experiments that ultimately “work.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Lessons are repeated until they are learned. A lesson will be presented to you in various forms until you have learned it. When you have learned it, you can go on to the next lesson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Learning lessons does not end. There’s no part of life that doesn’t contain its lessons. If you’re alive, that means there are still lessons to be learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. “There” is no better a place than “here.” When your “there” has become a “here”, you will simply obtain another “there” that will again look better than “here.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Other people are merely mirrors of you. You cannot love or hate something about another person unless it reflects to you something you love or hate about yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. What you make of your life is up to you. You have all the tools and resources you need. What you do with them is up to you. The choice is yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Your answers lie within you. The answers to life’s questions lie within you. All you need to do is look, listen, and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. You will forget all this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-5369744510216735113?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5369744510216735113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=5369744510216735113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/5369744510216735113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/5369744510216735113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/reboot.html' title='Reboot'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-368906285921680843</id><published>2009-08-02T21:03:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T21:08:41.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Day 1 (aka So far, so good.)</title><content type='html'>We made the first leg of the journey with no problems. The blind guy even drove part of the way. We’re presently camped at the same campground I stayed at with my parents when I was a child. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SnY3xY_ojbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/geBTf5z8qfA/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SnY3xY_ojbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/geBTf5z8qfA/s400/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365537327720992178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This place brings back lots and lots of memories. We’re only a few spaces away from the campsite where I recall watching news footage of hurricane Camille (now I’m dating myself). It’s amazing the stuff you remember from your youth. We made a sightseeing trip to the Interlochen Center for the Arts and then had dinner at a Mongolian Grill. After dinner we shopped at the biggest darn Meijer superstore I’ve ever seen. I think I’ve been in auto assembly plants that were smaller than this building. We found everything that was on our list (which is unusual in itself). And have now returned to the camper for the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is to be a day that includes touring a farm I read about in “County Living” magazine that I plan to get ideas from. I’m sure that we’ll also visit our share of vineyards and wineries (as is our custom). The Princess is always fun when she’s ‘pickled’ before lunch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I better start getting ready for tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the soon to be pickled Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-368906285921680843?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/368906285921680843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=368906285921680843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/368906285921680843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/368906285921680843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2009/08/vacation-day-1-aka-so-far-so-good.html' title='Vacation Day 1 (aka So far, so good.)'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SnY3xY_ojbI/AAAAAAAAAFc/geBTf5z8qfA/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-1539409949273860253</id><published>2009-07-28T21:28:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T21:33:44.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cure.</title><content type='html'>As obvious as it may seem, I’ve just realized that the cure for not getting something accomplished is JUST DOING IT!  Hence, here I am back at the blog.  Summer semester is over for me now so hopefully life will calm down to a ‘dull roar’ for a while (yeah right) so I can keep up with the blogging Joneses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sm-mTxIk9oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ih5QwjlcDzI/s1600-h/100_4067.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sm-mTxIk9oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ih5QwjlcDzI/s400/100_4067.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363688539758589570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This season is doing well for the vineyard. Now if we can keep the ‘critters’ out of the fruit, we should have a decent harvest.  We got the barn roof fixed last month (only two years overdue) so hopefully we’ve delayed some decay for a while. I still have potential plans for it so I don’t want it falling down around us. A pile of barn would only detract from the beauty of scenes like this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sm-myMmqFgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LjVB9pMo8kk/s1600-h/100_4066.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sm-myMmqFgI/AAAAAAAAAFU/LjVB9pMo8kk/s400/100_4066.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5363689062528587266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also happy to report that now a year post-op, the Princess is finally getting ahead of everything and says she is starting to feel like ‘her old self’ again. She still has a few kinks to work out, but I think she’s well on her way to wholeness.  She even reports losing weight. That is an accomplishment to be applauded! I seem to be stuck at between 20 and 25 pounds lost. &lt;br /&gt;I’d like to wax philosophic, but I’m to ‘burnt out’ right at the moment so I’ll sign off until a time hopefully in the near future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the slowly healing and shrinking Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-1539409949273860253?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1539409949273860253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=1539409949273860253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/1539409949273860253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/1539409949273860253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2009/07/cure.html' title='The Cure.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sm-mTxIk9oI/AAAAAAAAAFM/ih5QwjlcDzI/s72-c/100_4067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-2633117537642798276</id><published>2009-06-02T11:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T11:58:12.402-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wisdom</title><content type='html'>Since I have nothing original to say, I'll post an email that a good friend sent me last night:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Written by Regina Brett, 90 years old,  of The Plain Dealer,  Cleveland, Ohio&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Life  isn't fair, but it's still good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  When  in doubt, just take the next small step.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Life  is too short to waste time hating anyone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Your  job won't take care of you when you are sick.  Your friends and parents  will.  Stay in touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Pay  off your credit cards every month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  You  don't have to win every argument.  Agree to  disagree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.  Cry with someone. It's more healing than crying alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  It's  OK to get angry with God.  He can take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.  Save  for retirement starting with your first pay check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10.  When  it comes to chocolate, resistance is futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11.  Make  peace with your past so it won't screw up the present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12.  It's  OK to let your children see you cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13.  Don't  compare your life to others.  You have no idea what their journey is all  about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14.  If a  relationship has to be a secret, you shouldn't be in  it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Everything can change in the blink of an  eye.  But don't worry; God never blinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16.  Take a  deep breath.  It calms the mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17.  Get  rid of anything that isn't useful, beautiful or  joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18.  Whatever doesn't kill you really does  make you stronger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  It's  never too late to have a happy childhood.  But the second one is up to  you and no one else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20.  When  it comes to going after what you love in life, don't take no for an  answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21.  Burn  the candles, use the nice sheets, and wear the fancy lingerie.   Don't  save it for a special occasion…&lt;br /&gt;Today is  special.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22.  Over  prepare, then go with the flow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23.  Be  eccentric now.  Don't wait for old age to wear  purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24.  The  most important sex organ is the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25.  No one  is in charge of your happiness but you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26.  Frame  every so-called disaster with these words 'In five years, will this  matter?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27.  Always  choose life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28..  Forgive everyone  everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29.  What  other people think of you is none of your business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30.  Time  heals almost everything.  Give time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31.  However good or bad a situation is, it  will change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;32.  Don't  take yourself so seriously.  No one else does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;33.  Believe in  miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;34.  God  loves you because of who God is, not because of anything you did or didn't  do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;35.  Don't  audit life.  Show up and make the most of it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;36.  Growing old beats the alternative --  dying young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;37.  Your  children get only one childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;38.  All  that truly matters in the end is that you loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;39.  Get  outside every day. Miracles are waiting everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;40.  If we  all threw our problems in a pile and saw everyone else's, we'd grab ours  back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;41.  Envy  is a waste of time. You already have all you need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;42.  The  best is yet to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;43.  No  matter how you feel, get up, dress up and show up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;44.  Yield.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;45.  Life  isn't tied with a bow, but it's still a gift." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the ever busy Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-2633117537642798276?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2633117537642798276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=2633117537642798276' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2633117537642798276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2633117537642798276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2009/06/wisdom.html' title='Wisdom'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-707876956082948885</id><published>2009-05-04T20:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:48:54.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At least I'm consistent.</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is May and I'm REALLY behind in blog posts.  My only excuse is my schedule.  I had classes 3 nights a week this past semester.  I'm in no hurry to do that again.  I'm pleased to say that the semester is now over and I got an A in my Business Ethics class.  As for my German.....well all I can say is "Mein Deutsch ist nicht sehr gut".  &lt;br /&gt;With school out of the way (for a few days) I've been able to get some work done outside.  This year we re-planted 20 Delaware vines to replace the ones that did not survive the drought, plus 25 Diamond, plus 25 Cayuga vines.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sf-J0YT5BfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iAkyYNyoIDA/s1600-h/100_3862.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sf-J0YT5BfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iAkyYNyoIDA/s400/100_3862.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132016802039282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was in the vineyard tonight looking at how the vines came through this past winter.  I'm pleased to say that in spite of the brutal weather we had, it looks like most of the vines made it.  I have only seen one mature vine that may not have survived the winter.  That's a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;In addition to the new grape vines this spring we also have another new addition to the farm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sf-L-0gnXyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tV_U2iXV-nQ/s1600-h/100_3882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sf-L-0gnXyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/tV_U2iXV-nQ/s400/100_3882.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332134395193548578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His name is Maxwell (or Max for short).  He is a "full grown" Corgi that we got from a rescue organization in Eastern Ohio.  Even though they tell us he's probably about a year and a half old and full grown he's only about 15 pounds (about a quarter of Eli's size).  He's a great little character and we enjoy having him around.  &lt;br /&gt;Beginning in June, Morgan (our FULL GROWN Chocolate Lab) has the Princess enrolled in obedience classes.  We'll see how that works out.  I'm sure SOMEONE will get educated (it just remains to be seen WHO will get the education).  I'll try to keep you posted on how that all turns out.  Well i need to sign off and get back to less meaningful pursuits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the ever learning Princess) Julie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-707876956082948885?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/707876956082948885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=707876956082948885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/707876956082948885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/707876956082948885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2009/05/at-least-im-consistent.html' title='At least I&apos;m consistent.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sf-J0YT5BfI/AAAAAAAAAD8/iAkyYNyoIDA/s72-c/100_3862.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-7977051512022279955</id><published>2009-03-29T20:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T20:44:54.423-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eli'/><title type='text'>"Cheer up"</title><content type='html'>"Cheer up!" Mother said "Things could be worse".  So I cheered up.  Sure enough, mom was right.  Things got worse.  Today was a very dark day on the farm. Let me recount the day.&lt;br /&gt;I was up very early in order to be at church by 6:30 (I was on the audio team today). As usual I let the dogs out to bark at the garage door as I was putting it up. Once the door was up, I called the dogs back in. Morgan came running and I let her back in. I called Eli two or three more times.  Since he didn't come back through the garage I supposed he went out into the yard so I got into my truck and started it up.  As I was pulling out of the garage I felt a bump and heard Eli yelp.  I knew right then we were having a bad day. He got up and ran back into the garage and hid behind the car so I figured I must have run over a foot or something.  Sensing that I was going to be late I went in to get Julie to take a look at him. We moved the car and Eli got up and followed Julie back inside.  I figured that was a good sign so i took off for church.  Well, Julie noticed that Eli didn't seem to be doing vey well, so she enlisted the help of my mom and dad to get him in to the Vet.  After checking him out the vet told Julie that Eli was more banged up than we first believed and should be taken to Columbus for further evaluation/treatment.  So Julie called me at church and I made a flying run home to pick her up and then another flying run to the vet to get Eli.  We were part way to Columbus when Eli succumbed to his injuries in the back seat of the truck with his head on "moms" leg.  We take solace in the fact that he did not have to endure prolonged suffering and that now he is free to run and play in a far better place than the here on the farm.  We were privileged to have Eli with us for about three years and I can truly say I've never known a dog who was better at expressing his personality.  We will always remember his "cheesy grin" and laugh.  He brought us much happiness and we will miss him terribly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SdAT6YWejOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BPdTqUkX1AM/s1600-h/100_3832.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SdAT6YWejOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BPdTqUkX1AM/s400/100_3832.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318773053614623970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the extremely sorrowful Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-7977051512022279955?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7977051512022279955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=7977051512022279955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7977051512022279955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7977051512022279955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/cheer-up.html' title='&quot;Cheer up&quot;'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SdAT6YWejOI/AAAAAAAAAD0/BPdTqUkX1AM/s72-c/100_3832.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-1938653408853993477</id><published>2009-03-16T20:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T20:53:23.999-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Now Brown Cow?</title><content type='html'>The title has no real significance to today's blog.  I just wanted to say something silly that might catch someone's attention who might otherwisw overlook it.  I should be reading for class, but I thought I'd procrastinate by blogging.  Today was a very trying day at work.  I managed to get "chewed out" by two different doctors in two different practices.  Neither of them were really nasty, but they are both mature gentlemen who really know how to make you feel seven years old and caught with hand in cookie jar.  Oh well, tomorrow is another day.  At least the weather here was beautiful today.  This evening I put a leash on Morgan and she took me for a drag around the perimeter of the property.  I wonder who is training whom.  After the "walk" Morgan, Eli and I played fetch.  I suspect we'll be doing a lot of that as the weather continues to get nicer.  It was a real treat to sit out on the patio and listen to BIRDS!  I actually heard some robins along with finches and sparrows.  They are true harbingers of Spring.  This past Winter was particularly long and brutal in a lot of ways.  I'm glad it's just about over.  Well, I think I'll head in to do some reading.  Just so we all remember why we're so happy Spring is coming, I'll provide a reminder:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sb7zvvrmxPI/AAAAAAAAADs/EGtvXlRxiME/s1600-h/100_3762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sb7zvvrmxPI/AAAAAAAAADs/EGtvXlRxiME/s400/100_3762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313952611922527474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;Dave (and the MIA Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-1938653408853993477?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1938653408853993477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=1938653408853993477' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/1938653408853993477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/1938653408853993477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/how-now-brown-cow.html' title='How Now Brown Cow?'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sb7zvvrmxPI/AAAAAAAAADs/EGtvXlRxiME/s72-c/100_3762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-269097043235918801</id><published>2009-03-15T15:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T16:16:28.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>We spent a good portion of today working outside.  It certainly feels good to get back out in the sun.  Andrew and I started trimming apple trees.  Miriam’s friend Jacob came over and was helping Andrew while I headed out into the vineyard.  I think I have most of the winter pruning done now.  I'm really pleased that life is coming back.&lt;br /&gt;This week has been very busy (as most are around here).  Early this week I found that my love of food has finally caught up with me.  According to (one of m many) physician(s), I am now borderline diabetic.  So I need to loose weight and start exercising NOW (according to him).  The Princess had a few physicians’ appointments this week too.  Now we find that we both have new dietary requirements.  I guess I'm going to have to start paying a whole lot more attention to that soon.  I survived a German midterm and wrote my portion of a paper for our Business Ethics group project.  I'll be SOOOO happy when this semester is over.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sb1hgUX7gJI/AAAAAAAAADk/EdrXv28qId4/s1600-h/100_3826.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sb1hgUX7gJI/AAAAAAAAADk/EdrXv28qId4/s400/100_3826.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313510343219839122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday we welcomed a new addition to the family.  Her name is Morgan and she's 5 years old.  She's a chocolate Lab with a WHLOE LOT of energy.  We are all working to get used to each other.  Morgan was a (primarily) indoor dog before.  She's having to make the adjustment to living (primarily) outdoors and getting along with Eli.  Yesterday she met Tigg'r the Tabby Tomcat.  She's never seen a cat before.  It did not go well.  Hopefully they'll get along in the future.  &lt;br /&gt;The upcoming week promises to hold many exciting possibilities too.  Tuesday I'm headed back to the eye surgeon to see how things are "progressing".  Since my last procedure on my left eye I've now started noticing distorted "spots" (due to histo) in my right eye as well.  Hopefully they won't "bloom" very quickly and I'll have enough time to finish my BA while I can still get around independently.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm going back outside to see what kind of trouble I can get into out there.  Hopefully now that life seems to be returning to the farm I'll actually spend more time blogging.  Until then.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the incredible shrinking Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-269097043235918801?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/269097043235918801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=269097043235918801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/269097043235918801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/269097043235918801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/Sb1hgUX7gJI/AAAAAAAAADk/EdrXv28qId4/s72-c/100_3826.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-5396170754940199570</id><published>2009-01-21T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T21:10:34.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day in the Life</title><content type='html'>We started the day off early today.  The Princess (who is now MY chauffer) wanted to be sure we got to my doctors appointment in Toledo in plenty of time.  I’m happy to report that she was very successful.  I’m not happy to report that since we got there very early, we got to sit in the waiting room for over an hour before we even got past the front window.  The testing and procedure went off without a hitch.  On the way home we stopped off for a bite of lunch and I had a DELICIOUS Ruben sandwich.  After that the Princess dropped me off at home to remain sequestered and take it easy for the rest of the day.  Now I get to stay out of the sun for at least 2 more days (or risk severe burns).  Tomorrow it’s back to work and school (German quiz).  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the sleepy Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-5396170754940199570?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5396170754940199570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=5396170754940199570' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/5396170754940199570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/5396170754940199570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/day-in-life.html' title='A Day in the Life'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-1885515096430979951</id><published>2009-01-19T19:27:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:55:02.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So much for Resolutions.</title><content type='html'>Well here we are more than halfway through January and it's my first blog entry for AD 2009.  It seems that the hurrier I go, the behindier I get.  Oh well, here's what you've missed.  I'm back in class for the Spring semester.  On Monday nights I have a class whose title seems to be an oxymoron these days.  The class is "Business Ethics" and I have to admit that it is a very thought provoking class.  I worry, however, that we might be teaching young people a poor lesson if 'ethics' in business differ from the 'ethics' in life.  There seems to me to be too much compartmentalization in life these days.  If we're suggesting to these kids that ethics are different in business than everywhere else I think we're missing something (but that's just my humbe opinion).  On Tuesday and Thursday nights I have German class.  It's quite humbling to be in a class full of people who are just coming off of four years of High School German when my most common experience with it is being yelled at by the "Dutchmen" in our community.  Thus far I'm enjoying it.  We'll see how I feel by the end of the semester.  My hope is to be able to get enough hours in to get my BA by December of 2010.  Keep your fingers crossed!&lt;br /&gt;Good news from the Princess.  She has "graduated" from her regular doctors appointments and will only need to go back if she experiences problems.  We're all very relieved about that.  On the flip side, I went for my regular checkup at my eye surgeon last week only to find that the bleeding has started again.  Therefore I'll be going to St. Vincents in Toledo on Wednesday to get it "sealed" again (for the third time).  In case you're curious about how they're doing it this time, I found a pretty good explanation here: &lt;br /&gt;http://www.retinavitreous.com/treatments/pdt.html&lt;br /&gt;I plan to be back to work and school on Thursday but I'll have to stay out of the sunlight for several days.  To that end I guess I'm fortunate that it's January in Ohio.  There's not much sun to stay out of right now.  The other fortunate thing is that after Wednesday I'll pretty much have my insurance deductible taken care of for this year.&lt;br /&gt;All of this "stuff" going on has me in a generally foul mood.  I'm still very thankful for all of the great things that I have going on in my life, but I'm just disgusted (and tired out) by all of the 'crap' that life is throwing my way over the last year.  This too shall pass.  I just needed to vent a little.  Well, I should get back to my homework.&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the ever patient Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-1885515096430979951?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1885515096430979951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=1885515096430979951' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/1885515096430979951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/1885515096430979951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2009/01/so-much-for-resolutions.html' title='So much for Resolutions.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-6585917983091104619</id><published>2008-12-27T10:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T10:16:55.488-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tempus Fugit</title><content type='html'>I find it difficult to believe that the holiday season that was upcoming when I last updated this blog is now almost over.  For that matter, 2008AD is almost over.  It seems that for the last few months the Princess and I have been running really hard but not really making any forward progress.  We’ve had to run that hard just to keep up.  Here’s a quick recap:&lt;br /&gt;The Princess has had several more appointments with several physicians.  She continues to heal very slowly (but surely) for unknown reasons.  &lt;br /&gt;We hosted the family Thanksgiving in November and it was a rousing success (as usual)&lt;br /&gt;We lost a neighbor and longtime friend to a freak accident in November.  We will miss him and his willingness to help out.&lt;br /&gt;I bottled the first run of “Tomorrows Promise Red”.  It looks nice and shows promise for great things to come from the winery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SVZFjJJBN4I/AAAAAAAAADM/2O5oUQ4KO9M/s1600-h/100_3708.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 302px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SVZFjJJBN4I/AAAAAAAAADM/2O5oUQ4KO9M/s400/100_3708.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284487682817341314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The family was all here on Christmas morning.  I think a good time was enjoyed by all.  If not, at least I had a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SVZF5c3sWiI/AAAAAAAAADU/F1L9Mmpm9iY/s1600-h/100_3714.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SVZF5c3sWiI/AAAAAAAAADU/F1L9Mmpm9iY/s400/100_3714.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284488066070501922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we go to the Princess folks place for Christmas festivities there.  I’m eagerly anticipating eating WAAAAAAY too much.   I think for New Years I will resolve to keep up on my blog.  School starts in 2 weeks.  I hope my brain will be ready.  I’ll keep you fully informed (unless I break my resolution).  We’ll see how it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the ever patient Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-6585917983091104619?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/6585917983091104619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=6585917983091104619' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/6585917983091104619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/6585917983091104619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/12/tempus-fugit.html' title='Tempus Fugit'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SVZFjJJBN4I/AAAAAAAAADM/2O5oUQ4KO9M/s72-c/100_3708.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-946165771283570203</id><published>2008-11-16T16:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:24:58.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SSCPUkd-qwI/AAAAAAAAADE/P_GhTdK8LMY/s1600-h/100_3704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SSCPUkd-qwI/AAAAAAAAADE/P_GhTdK8LMY/s400/100_3704.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269369147573054210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s about all I can say about that.  I snapped this picture of the vineyard when i walked out to get the mail yesterday.  Once again we are reminded of what it’s like to live in northwest Ohio.  Snow and wind are part and parcel of living here between November and April.  Personally, I’m never really ready for it these days.  The only real good thing it does is get me ready in the mood for Christmas.  I enjoy the family get togethers that occur around the holidays and regret that we don’t make time for them more often.  As we all grow older, I know that the number of holidays we can all spend together is growing very small.  With this in mind I resolve to enjoy each one to the fullest.  To paraphrase what the sermon series at church has been about lately: &lt;br /&gt;“Life is kind of like a board game.  When it’s over, everything goes back in the box”.  &lt;br /&gt;I’d like to leave the world better than I found it before I have to get put ‘back in the box’.  I guess I’d better get busy then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the infinitely patient Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-946165771283570203?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/946165771283570203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=946165771283570203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/946165771283570203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/946165771283570203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/ugh.html' title='Ugh!'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SSCPUkd-qwI/AAAAAAAAADE/P_GhTdK8LMY/s72-c/100_3704.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-5098874436837156976</id><published>2008-11-03T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T19:06:46.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Julie Report 3.0</title><content type='html'>Well as you can probably guess from the title of today’s post, the Princess got to go “under the knife” yet again.  Fortunately this time it was relatively minor and I’m pleased to report that all went well and the Princess is now sleeping soundly at home in her comfy jammies.  Without going into too much gory detail I’ll tell you that this surgery (like the last) is a direct result of her not healing correctly from her surgery in June.  Hopefully this will be the last invasive procedure she’ll have to undergo.  The question that remains to be answered is why it’s taking her so long to heal.  Her doctor has ruled out the most common (thyroid, diabetes, etc.) reasons for not healing so the Princess has yet another physician who is looking for any other potential problems.  To this end she went in for lab work last week and had about EIGHTEEN vials of blood drawn all at once.  With luck they’ll find something that is simple to correct.  Thanks to all for your thoughts, prayers, well wishes and offers of support as we work through this time of rather annoying health issues.&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to the happy news.  The Princess is looking forward to a trip to the Big Apple this upcoming weekend.  While there she’ll be spending some quality time taking in the sights and sounds of Manhattan with her friend the Naubinway Queen.  I’m sure she’ll give a full report upon her return.  And things won’t slow down for the Princess when she does return.  She’ll have to go into high gear in her ‘occupation’ as a party planner and hostess.  With the Thanksgiving Holiday fast approaching she’ll be scurrying about making preparations for the Rettig family gathering here at the farm, and she’s also taking on a new “chore”.  The Princess will be preparing for a Thanksgiving feast for her ‘adopted granddaughters’, twins Cora and Kate who currently have their mother bedridden until they arrive.  I’m sure the Princess is looking forward to it far more than either of the girls.  And once that’s behind her she’ll go ‘full bore’ into the Christmas season.&lt;br /&gt;Holidays are times filled with gatherings of communities made up of family (the people with which we share DNA) and friends (the family God gives us to sort of make up for what we got with DNA).  Either way, community is what it’s all about.  I had an interesting conversation with a friend lately.  What came out of that exchange was the thought that ALL conversations are either agenda driven (what can we GET from it) or community driven (what can we GIVE to it).  I’ve started trying to be mindful of the motivation of my conversations.  I won’t tell you what my ‘batting average’ is, but I will tell you that I working to improve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the sleeping with ‘Prince Valium’ Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-5098874436837156976?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5098874436837156976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=5098874436837156976' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/5098874436837156976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/5098874436837156976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/11/julie-report-30.html' title='The Julie Report 3.0'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-8504936344820599116</id><published>2008-10-15T19:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T19:50:16.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Letter Days</title><content type='html'>Last weekend brought several red letter days to the farm.  The Princess was overjoyed to be able to hang the first laundry out on her clothesline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SPaA65gQ6RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2cluSvKbrVI/s1600-h/100_3613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SPaA65gQ6RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2cluSvKbrVI/s320/100_3613.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257531364358547730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me it seems to be the ultimate irony for a city gal to have had a dryer all these years and wanting to dry clothes hanging on a line outside.  Now mind you, I’m not complaining.  Any time we can do something without electricity, I’m all for it.   I’m happy to report that I can now dry myself with scratchy towels in the morning.  And all this just in time for winter.&lt;br /&gt;Another red letter event was the first pressing of grapes this season.  I put Andrew to work squeezing the life out of some Concord grapes.  He seemed to enjoy it.  I’m pretty certain the Princess will enjoy it when I’m finished with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SPaA7PyvC_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/6QmQjxXjLtA/s1600-h/100_3619.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SPaA7PyvC_I/AAAAAAAAAC8/6QmQjxXjLtA/s320/100_3619.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257531370341600242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to everyone for their comments and compliments on the Digging Deeper video.  I’m pleased that it is serving its intended purpose.  We’ll try to keep the good things going.  Until then…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the scratchy laundry producing Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-8504936344820599116?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8504936344820599116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=8504936344820599116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/8504936344820599116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/8504936344820599116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/red-letter-days.html' title='Red Letter Days'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SPaA65gQ6RI/AAAAAAAAAC0/2cluSvKbrVI/s72-c/100_3613.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-8885641473121067828</id><published>2008-10-13T18:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T19:39:09.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Digging Deeper</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday the Princess and I "starred" in a video vignette to support the theme of the day at Gateway EPC which was “Digging Deeper”. The movie is a spoof of our life here on the farm. Lately I’ve been trying to dig deeper into some of the good habits I’ve picked up in my time at Winebrenner Seminary. Someday I’ll tell you all about it, but until then, enjoy the movie (the watermark goes away after the first minute). &lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often), &lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the misplaced Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-5fe986cf71138146" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5fe986cf71138146%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65EDF60C0C4CDC825094CDCA0A9C54C9CD76961C.24955518EC0B681E46E99110685CF980D2EBBA38%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fe986cf71138146%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9F-1eJjrqOkSqFXddSQjR94rtMo&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v7.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D5fe986cf71138146%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329860266%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D65EDF60C0C4CDC825094CDCA0A9C54C9CD76961C.24955518EC0B681E46E99110685CF980D2EBBA38%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D5fe986cf71138146%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D9F-1eJjrqOkSqFXddSQjR94rtMo&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-8885641473121067828?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=5fe986cf71138146&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8885641473121067828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=8885641473121067828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/8885641473121067828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/8885641473121067828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/digging-deeper.html' title='Digging Deeper'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-7746033668351040520</id><published>2008-10-06T21:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T21:39:11.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you eat chili prepared by this man?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SOq9WRC1oCI/AAAAAAAAACs/a6Ra_kqb2OE/s1600-h/pic+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SOq9WRC1oCI/AAAAAAAAACs/a6Ra_kqb2OE/s320/pic+037.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254220105511182370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday we hosted a chili supper for the Gateway EPC Worship Ministry Teams at the farm.  It’s the first time we’ve ever prepared 10 gallons of chili in one batch.  I say that it wasn’t ‘quite’ as good as our usual small batches, but it was still really yummy.  I think it’s safe to say that a good time was enjoyed by all.  It also gave me the opportunity to reflect on something a friend told me recently.  “A community places it in context”.  He wasn’t talking about a chili supper, but it still fits whether it’s a national election, a community celebration, or raising a child.  Fall is the perfect time to come together on the farm.  As the growing season comes to an end and many plants prepare to go to sleep for the winter, it’s the perfect time to kindle new friendships and rekindle existing ones.  Here’s to relationships!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the domestic goddess Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-7746033668351040520?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7746033668351040520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=7746033668351040520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7746033668351040520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7746033668351040520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-you-eat-chili-prepared-by-this.html' title='Would you eat chili prepared by this man?'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SOq9WRC1oCI/AAAAAAAAACs/a6Ra_kqb2OE/s72-c/pic+037.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-3306531190910937154</id><published>2008-09-22T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T18:42:28.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An update from the Princess</title><content type='html'>Well things were busy at the Kroskes this weekend.  Cleaned house on Sat, made the video for the church.  The plan was to do the video and make beef stew over the fire.  Well Dave and his cousins husband were drilling holes in order to plant more grapes.  The yard needed mowed, the house needed cleaned and I needed to make dinner.  Well as I grow older, I do not multi task very well.  I started to clean house and videographer came over, Dave gave him the tour of the "Kroske Estate" inside and out.  I had to make sure that he didn't trip over anything.  The house can be great until I start to clean, then it looks like a tornado went thru and it's worse than when I started.  I got things under control in the house and decided to mow.  I was like a little kid.  I just didn't know which way to go.  I would start on the west side on the yard, then all of a sudden I was on the east side of the house and not sure what I had mowed or how I ended up there.  Good thing I was just mowing down the buck horn.  If the grass were long, It would have looked like a maze!  I then needed to start dinner so I put Dave on the mower.  I browned the meat in the house, added the spices and tried to follow the recipe.  I really thought I was doing great.  I put it over the fire out back and went back in the house and left Dave on the mower.  I set the timer so I would not forget about the stew.  Now I am really feeling like I have it all under control.  Multi-tasking again, I started laundry and decided that I needed to bake a pie for dessert.  Now I really don't care what the pie tastes like, I just want it to look like the picture in the cook book.  I have yet to make a "pretty pie" so I was really trying hard.  I think I got it almost picture perfect this time.  I was sooooo proud of the way it looked.  After about 30-45 mins. of slaving over this pie, I had flour all over my black dress, face and floor, it went into the oven.  I put laundry in the dryer and decided that I would go out and add the veggies to the stew.&lt;br /&gt;Well when I got there, all the liquid had boiled out and the meat was charred black.  I guess I waited too long.  Now what?  It's 3:30 and I have to start again.  I really don't want to disappoint Dave and have the dinner with our guests be a bust, so he runs to the store and gets more meat. I knew that I would not have enough time to finish everything on the fire, so I sadly turned on the stove top.  It will not have the open flame taste to it, but Oh Well. Remember the timer I set for the meat? Well it finally went off.  I guess I must have set it for hours instead of minutes!  Now I have to get in the shower and suddenly realize that I can hardly move.  I really don't know what I did, but feet ankles and legs were aching.  Time for the Aleve.  I got in the shower and realized that amongst the other pain, my right arm is painful to lift.  Well after thinking about this for awhile, I remember throwing apples, apples, apples and more apples into the field so I can mow under the trees.  WOW I am so out of shape and old!  Well, the pie is out of the oven, (it looks so beautiful if I do say so myself) the charred meat is gone and the guests are expected at 5:30.  Well thank God they were late, because I did laundry, bedding and clothes) but did not have time to fold it.  Nor did I take time to make the bed. I just threw it on top of the bed and closed the door.  Well that is one mess I will deal with later! Guess where the baby needed to go!  Well that's right!  He is a tummy sleeper and mom wanted to lay him on the bed.  I still have the laundry sorted on the floor and the drying rack set up with damp clothes!  Aharg!!!  Well I just told her that I would lay the nice clean bedspread over the mattress and he could sleep there all he wants.  So much for making a good impression!  MARTHA NEEDS TO MOVE BACK IN.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Well, by the time the evening was over, The video was shot, the dinner was eaten, the pie was good and the blondies our guests bought over were to die for.  The kids and adults were tired and all were smiling at the end of the night.  However, I think Ely is still having withdrawal from having all the people and kids to play with, but he will get over it.  I am glad that all weekends are not as crazy as this one, but I will say that any time we can be blessed with good friends, good times and good food is worth a little bit of crazy.  Bring on the good times!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday, Dave and I (well in all honesty it was Dave) cut down a tree.  Then we were blessed with the company of another friend.  We had chili over the fire, enjoyed conversation, a few laughs as well as a few tears.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is important is the fellowship that we enjoyed with all the people we spent time with.  Soon, we will have a very large fellowship at the farm with The Praise team, techs and the Encounter groups and their families from church.  I only hope that it is blessed by God so that we will all have a stronger union and we can become friends with each other as well as better brothers and sisters in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all who read this can be blessed with the same fun that Dave and I have on the weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess (Julie) and her favorite farm animal (Dave)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-3306531190910937154?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3306531190910937154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=3306531190910937154' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/3306531190910937154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/3306531190910937154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/update-from-princess.html' title='An update from the Princess'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-1089541535570493693</id><published>2008-09-16T21:40:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-16T21:59:52.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It’s time to play catch up.</title><content type='html'>The Princess is recovering very well.  I sent her along with her friend Sherry over the weekend.  I figured riding in the car would keep her down and there was no way I’d keep her off her feet here at home.  Their destination was the Bluegrass State (and it may never be the same again).  The Princess enjoyed it (or maybe it was the wine) so much she tried to leave her wallet there (ask her about it).  Fortunately it was returned by a good Samaritan (or good Kentuckian).  With the Princess on the road to recovery, it’s my turn to be molested by medical professionals.  Today I paid my regular visit to my eye surgeon.  Those of you who know me know that I have the “pleasure” of living with occular histoplasmosis. Since you asked:&lt;br /&gt;What is the Ocular Histoplasmosis Syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;The fungus is inhaled early in life and causes a usually asymptomatic and self-limited infection throughout the body, including the lungs and choroid (the vascular layer lining the retina). For unknown reasons, several decades after the initial infection, the choroidal scars may develop abnormal blood vessels (choroidal neovascularization) which leak fluid and blood. This leakage can only be seen on a careful, dilated eye examination since the eye looks normal from the outside. Distorted central vision and loss of reading vision occurs when the leakage involves the macula.&lt;br /&gt;(from: © 2008 Bennett &amp; Bloom Eye Centers. All Rights Reserved)&lt;br /&gt;So this means my left eye sees the world kind of like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SNBgzoLzyEI/AAAAAAAAACM/CN9XC7q3R6o/s1600-h/Histo-spot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SNBgzoLzyEI/AAAAAAAAACM/CN9XC7q3R6o/s320/Histo-spot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246800005963171906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Except that the edge of the ‘cloud’ in my eye is kind of like a fisheye lens.  Henceforth I often get ‘seasick’ as my brain tries to process all the disparate information when I put my glasses on and try to move about.  In the last twelve months I’ve had three different procedures to try to stop the ‘leaking’.  In November I had a ‘thermal laser’ treatment as they tried to seal the leaking blood vessels with a laser.  In December they tried PhotoDynamic Therapy (PDT), where they infused a photo-reactive chemical into my system and then ‘activated’ it with a ‘cool laser’.  That worked for about two months.  In March I had PDT again coupled with a steroid injection directly into my eyeball.  Like this: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SNBkFy1GSiI/AAAAAAAAACU/iRIo8RYjBmU/s1600-h/injection.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SNBkFy1GSiI/AAAAAAAAACU/iRIo8RYjBmU/s320/injection.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5246803616593234466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my doctor and I discussed future treatment options, but fortunately we don’t have to do anything yet.  Now you are caught up with our health status.  As things change, I’ll keep you updated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-1089541535570493693?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1089541535570493693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=1089541535570493693' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/1089541535570493693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/1089541535570493693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/its-time-to-play-catch-up.html' title='It’s time to play catch up.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SNBgzoLzyEI/AAAAAAAAACM/CN9XC7q3R6o/s72-c/Histo-spot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-7729950634285018194</id><published>2008-09-11T14:07:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T14:20:53.138-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Julie Report 2.0</title><content type='html'>I'm pleased to report that the Princess came through her surgery very well.  Dr. Doty-Armstrong reported no unexpected complications and expects the Princess to make a full recovery.  Getting her home was interesting, as she was still somewhat under the influence of the anesthesia and acted somewhat like she does after her third glass of wine (only quieter).  At the present time all of the necessary medications have been administered and I have bundled the Princess off to bed where she is sleeping peacefully.  She reports being "a little sore" but is pleased that all body parts seem to be fully functional (unlike her legs after the last surgery). Hopefully she'll be back on her feet in no time.  Thanks to all for your prayers and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the loopy Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-7729950634285018194?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7729950634285018194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=7729950634285018194' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7729950634285018194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7729950634285018194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/julie-report-20.html' title='The Julie Report 2.0'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-129172849467662507</id><published>2008-09-10T21:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:26:00.021-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When you come to a fork in the road, take it.</title><content type='html'>I’ve been spending some quiet time alone in the house tonight.  The Princess is out with two of her friends enjoying some ‘girl time’.  As I’ve been pondering the more weighty issues in life (or wallowing in self pity, whichever is a more appropriate label) I’ve come to realize one of the big things that’s been bothering me.  I’m STUCK!  I’m in an in-between place and it’s really uncomfortable.  I don’t know how things are going to turn out.  Is the Princess going to be all right after THIS surgery (tomorrow)?  Am I going to end up blind?  If so, how soon?  Am I ever going to be able to go back to school?  What am I going to do/be when (if) I grow up?  Will there ever be peace in the Middle East (ok, I’m not AS concerned about that but you get the idea)?  And I strikes me that I’ll be “OK” with however any of those particular items turns out, but I really don’t like not knowing.  I guess a time machine would come in handy right about now.  &lt;br /&gt;But then again, maybe I wouldn’t like what I saw when I climbed out of the capsule of my time machine.  Several yeas ago a group of guys I worked with were discussing what we’d do if we could go back to being 18 and knowing what we know now.  I said (only about half jokingly) that if I were 18 and knew what the immediate future held, I’d just shoot myself and get it over with.  I guess maybe we can’t see the future for a good reason.  Maybe time marching relentlessly along is a good thing.  Maybe the steady, measured pace protects us from “event overload”.  Maybe it’s time I got back to my idea of the ‘deliberate’ life and started living in the now, rather than wasting time attempting to deal with the future.  &lt;br /&gt;Expect full reports on the Princess condition and progress as tomorrow unfolds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the soon to be punctured Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-129172849467662507?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/129172849467662507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=129172849467662507' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/129172849467662507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/129172849467662507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/when-you-come-to-fork-in-road-take-it.html' title='When you come to a fork in the road, take it.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-7349254611009574981</id><published>2008-09-03T21:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T21:08:29.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So where have we been?</title><content type='html'>I know.  It’s been a while since we blogged anything here.  To be honest, I just haven’t felt like it.  And I still don’t, but I’m hoping that writing SOMETHING will be cathartic.  Lately I feel as though I’m running on empty.  So many people rely on me for so many things and I simply have nothing left to give them.  I really wish this wasn’t how I feel, but it is.  It would be nice if I could “pick myself up by my own bootstraps”, but I can’t.  Now bear in mind that I am perfectly aware that the way I feel is part of the normal ebb and flow of human emotion and I’ll be back to feeling “full” again soon, but getting there stinks.  I also know that there is a very good chance that this time is bringing about personal growth.  Mystics throughout history have reported the greatest amount of personal development comes during times “in the desert”.  In fact, many individuals and groups seek out difficulties in order to “force” growth.  I have no desire to do that however.  &lt;br /&gt;I should probably take my own advice from a conversation I had with a friend a little while ago.  My friend was lamenting going through a rough time and wondering what it was for.  I told the ‘pretty stone’ story.  It goes like this.  Next time you walk along the beach, when you find the smoothest, shiniest, prettiest stone on the beach, think what that stone had to go through to get that way.  It started out as a rough ugly rock with all kinds of sharp edges.  Over time that rock was battered by the waves and ‘smashed’ against sand and other rocks.  I’m sure it wasn’t much fun for the rock.  But over time, through repeated ‘abuse’, the rock became smooth, shiny and beautiful.  And eventually it washed on to the beach where everyone can enjoy its beauty.  I’m looking forward to ‘hitting the beach’. &lt;br /&gt;Until then I’ll continue ‘robbing Peter to pay Paul’ (which is ok if you’re Paul but really stinks if you’re Peter) with finances as we continue to deal with unexpected medical bills, and with time as I continue to try to honor my commitments.  &lt;br /&gt;Remember that the Princess is having more surgery next Thursday (the 11th) so please remember her.  Expect full reports and updates here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often),&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the looking forward to Fall Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. – I’m considering a career as a superhero.  What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SL80rExaMSI/AAAAAAAAACE/m0Mz4z8B2ew/s1600-h/Macinac+002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SL80rExaMSI/AAAAAAAAACE/m0Mz4z8B2ew/s320/Macinac+002.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241966405902545186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-7349254611009574981?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7349254611009574981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=7349254611009574981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7349254611009574981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7349254611009574981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-where-have-we-been.html' title='So where have we been?'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SL80rExaMSI/AAAAAAAAACE/m0Mz4z8B2ew/s72-c/Macinac+002.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-4959867507908624459</id><published>2008-08-24T20:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T20:53:56.571-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A bad day on vacation beats a good day at work anytime.</title><content type='html'>Well I must say that today was a much better day.  The Princess and I took a mini-vacation in our convertible today after church.  We traveled to Ohio’s “North Coast” to visit some of our favorite places and take a breather from all the ‘stuff’ going on.  After a nice drive we stopped at Firelands Winery where the Princess tasted some of their best work and I made my customary ‘pilgrimage’ to the winecellar to take in that wonderful aroma.  After a quick look around we departed with some unfermented grape juice for me and some ‘big kid juice’ for the Princess.  From there we continued on to East Harbor State Park where we walked along the beach and the Princess actually got her toes wet in Lake Erie.  After some more sightseeing our next stop was the local legend Cheese Haven.  Nothing goes with the Princess ‘big kid juice’ quite like cheese, so we had to get some cheddar and some Swiss to go on the corned beef the Princess cooked up yesterday.  We returned home refreshed and as ready as we can be to return to work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the Princess and me on vacation earlier this month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SLICDrewaKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T3bYra5FfX0/s1600-h/Picture+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SLICDrewaKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T3bYra5FfX0/s320/Picture+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238251578819897506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the temporarily refreshed Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-4959867507908624459?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4959867507908624459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=4959867507908624459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/4959867507908624459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/4959867507908624459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-day-on-vacation-beats-good-day-at.html' title='A bad day on vacation beats a good day at work anytime.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SLICDrewaKI/AAAAAAAAAB8/T3bYra5FfX0/s72-c/Picture+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-3148212638900771393</id><published>2008-08-23T21:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T21:18:23.535-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad news, good news.</title><content type='html'>I’m reminded of the story about the old Native American chief who came out to address his tribe late one fall and said “I have bad news and I have good news.  The bad news is that all of our crops have failed and we’ll have to subsist this winter on buffalo dung”.  After a few moments of stunned silence, a voice called from the crowd “So what’s the good news?”  The chief replied “The good news is that there is an abundance of buffalo dung”.  &lt;br /&gt;So goes the Princess luck with doctors appointments this past week.  The good news is that they believe they’ve finally found the source of the elusive infection that has been ‘eating’ the Princess since shortly after her surgery.  The bad news is that it’s going to require more surgery to fix.  So the Princess is scheduled for more surgery on Thursday September 11th.  The good news is that this surgery will not be nearly as extensive and her post operative restrictions will not be either.  The bad news is (according to the Princess) that she’s not ‘done with all of this’ yet and also (according to me) that she will be at the mercy of her partially blind, inept caretaker again (and by the way SHE will do the grocery shopping before she goes under the knife).  Perhaps by the holidays she’ll be back to being better than her old self.  Time will tell.  At any rate, please remember to keep her, and her medical team, in your prayers.  &lt;br /&gt;As for my medical week, I had a ‘routine follow up’ visit to my eye surgeon this past week.  The good news is that my intraocular pressure is staying down on its’ own so I won’t need to continue medication for it.  The bad news is that the ‘bad blood vessels’ have started leaking again.  At this point it’s not bad enough to require intervention, but it is yet another reminder that I’ll get to ‘enjoy’ having that treated again.  Yuck.  I do not enjoy having needles stuck directly in my eye or any of the other ‘fun’ stuff they have to do.&lt;br /&gt;So with all of these time and financial constraints, it’s pretty obvious that I won’t be taking any classes this semester.  I guess that just means that I’ll have to devise my own study plan.  The plus side of that is not having to worry about papers or exams.&lt;br /&gt;The grapes in the vineyard are ripening nicely so hopefully I’ll soon have fruit to do ‘something’ with.  Gee, I wonder what that ‘something’ will be.&lt;br /&gt;Well, that’s all the “good news” I have to report right now.  Hopefully the next blog post will be much ‘brighter’.  Until then…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the hopefully soon uninfected Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-3148212638900771393?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3148212638900771393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=3148212638900771393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/3148212638900771393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/3148212638900771393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/bad-news-good-news.html' title='Bad news, good news.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-3915358651930078147</id><published>2008-08-18T20:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T20:54:47.481-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of hose bibbs and hummingbirds.</title><content type='html'>This past weekend was a very full and productive one for Andrew and me.  We installed a new hose bibb out front so the Princess won’t have to drag a hose all the way around the house to water the flowers out front.  We also got the ‘mini-dozer’ out of the barn and running so it could pull the sprayer trailer.  And on that note we also built a frame to support the sprayer in the trailer so we won’t have to wrestle with cinderblocks every time we want to set up to spray.  During one of our construction breaks we sat on the porch and watched the hummingbirds around the feeders.  We counted six hummers at one time around the feeders.  I believe I saw seven at once on Sunday.  In the past we’ve never seen more than three at a time.  It’s great to watch them flutter about.  &lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately the Princess was not able to accomplish as much.  She and Andrew ‘cleaned up’ the raspberry patch on Saturday and that sapped most of her strength.  I made her take it easy on Sunday and she actually took a nap (something she NEVER does).  She heard back from the doctors office today.  While her ‘culture’ did not yield an identifiable individual source of infection, it did show that she DOES have an infection (of some type).  So she’s started on yet another round of general antibiotic drugs.  I really feel for her.  I know how bad she must feel and I know that it really tears her up that she doesn’t have the energy to do all she typically does.  &lt;br /&gt;Saturday night Randy and I played a gig at east harbor State Park Marina.  It was fun (as always when Randy and I get together to make music), but it wasn’t the same without the Princess.  &lt;br /&gt;All this running around hasn’t allowed for a whole lot of study and reflection time but I do have a few ideas bouncing around in my head that I’ll elaborate on as soon as it’s ‘condensed’ enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the continually infected Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-3915358651930078147?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3915358651930078147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=3915358651930078147' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/3915358651930078147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/3915358651930078147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/of-hose-bibbs-and-hummingbirds.html' title='Of hose bibbs and hummingbirds.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-4276350654410233999</id><published>2008-08-12T21:11:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T21:16:23.536-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Be the Turtle.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I’m pleased to report that I did not live an un-‘deliberate’ life today. I worked hard at maintaining focus on the ‘big rocks’ and generally “practicing what I preach” (but it’s only Tuesday). I usually live like the rabbit in the story of the race between the turtle and the rabbit. Today I tried to live ‘slow and steady’, rather than burning out early. The Princess, for her part, went out of her way and made hot bacon dressing this evening. It was yummy on a spinach salad for dinner. I just went to the kitchen for some fudge (hey, we WERE in Mackinac), and she shooed me away from it (sigh) “For my own good”. Still no word from the Princess’s doctor on the infection today. Maybe tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been listening to the audiobook “The Language of God” by Francis S. Collins and was intrigued by something today. He speaks of a ‘peace’ accompanying the decision to take a particular job. I have been thinking about ‘peace’ ever since. I believe ‘peace’ is an important part of a ‘deliberate’ life. To muster the required focus in living a ‘deliberate’ life one must have peace. I’ve been studying peace this evening. I’d love to report some earth-shattering realization resulting from it, but I can’t. I’m still studying. How does one “get” peace? I think peace is like happiness. To paraphrase an old adage ”….it’s like a butterfly. If you chase it, it will elude you. If you sit quietly, it will come and perch on your shoulder”. How does one keep from going crazy while sitting quietly and waiting for peace? My answer is “I have NO idea (but I’m workin’ on it)”. But if this picture the Princess took of the Mackinac Bridge taken through a porthole of the Old Mackinac Point Lighthouse tower doesn’t bring about some peace, I don’t know what will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SKI0-gPqpKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uxXKeZNAkQs/s1600-h/Macinac+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233803965370115234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SKI0-gPqpKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uxXKeZNAkQs/s320/Macinac+017.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the Princess who makes me behave) Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-4276350654410233999?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4276350654410233999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=4276350654410233999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/4276350654410233999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/4276350654410233999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-turtle.html' title='Be the Turtle.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SKI0-gPqpKI/AAAAAAAAAB0/uxXKeZNAkQs/s72-c/Macinac+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-751925808169060651</id><published>2008-08-12T03:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T03:39:32.257-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday after vacation.</title><content type='html'>I’m of the belief that the Monday after vacation is like a brick wall at the bottom of the first roller coaster hill. Today I hit that wall. Actually the day back at work wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought it might be. John my new ‘partner in crime’ at work did a great job of taking care of things that previously would have piled up for me until I returned. I’m really happy to have the help of someone as capable as him.&lt;br /&gt;The Princess went back to the doctor to be ‘cultured’ again (as if high tea at the Grand Hotel last week didn’t make her cultured enough). Hopefully they can arrive at the correct antibiotic cocktail this time and get whatever is eating the Princess knocked out once and for all. Generally the Princess is feeling and therefore looking better than she has in years. Last week Naubinway Jeff commented “You look ten years younger” to her. I think he really meant it. We’re very thankful for the medical developments and professionals that allow people to have an improved quality of life like that.&lt;br /&gt;Health is one of those things that a person really doesn’t appreciate until it’s gone. I’d say it’s one of the ‘big rocks’ in life. The term ‘big rocks’ is from a story that Steven Covey tells in his book First Things First:&lt;br /&gt;by Steven Covey&lt;br /&gt;I attended a seminar once where the instructor was lecturing on time. At one point, he said, "Okay, it’s time for a quiz". He reached under the table and pulled out a wide-mouth gallon jar. He set it on the table next to a platter with some fist-sized rocks on it. "How many of these rocks do you think we can get in the jar?" he asked.&lt;br /&gt;After we made our guess, he said, "Okay. Let’s find out." He set one rock in the jar…then another…then another. I don’t remember how many he got in, but he got the jar full. Then he asked, "Is that jar full?".&lt;br /&gt;Everybody looked at the rocks and said, "Yes".&lt;br /&gt;Then he said, "Ahhh." He reached under the table and pulled out a bucket of gravel. Then he dumped some gravel in and shook the jar and the gravel went in all the little spaces left by the big rocks. Then he grinned and said once more, "Is the jar full?"&lt;br /&gt;By this time we were on to him. "Probably not," we said.&lt;br /&gt;"Good!" he replied. And he reached under the table and brought out a bucket of sand. He started dumping the sand in and it went in all the little spaces left by the rocks and the gravel. Once more he looked at us and said, "Is the jar full?"&lt;br /&gt;"No!" we all roared.&lt;br /&gt;He said, "Good!" and he grabbed a pitcher of water and began to pour it in. He got something like a quart of water in that jar. Then he said "Well, what’s the point?"&lt;br /&gt;Somebody said "Well, there are gaps, and if you really work at it, you can always fit more into your life."&lt;br /&gt;"No," he said, "that’s not the point. The point is this: if you hadn’t put these big rocks in first, would you ever have gotten any of them in?"&lt;br /&gt;Part of living a ‘deliberate’ life is to know what the ‘big rocks’ are in your life, and then living accordingly. For me personally, I’d have to say that my ‘big rocks’ are: my faith, my family, my farm, and my friends (I didn’t start out looking for alliteration, but if it works, go for it). Where many people struggle (me included) is after having identified the ‘big rocks’, making sure they go into the vessel of our lives first. To do this requires constant thought and continual focus on the ‘big rocks’. I’ll be honest and say that I’m still working on how to do that in my own life. I do believe however that an occasional ‘depressurization’ from the stresses of life in the form of a vacation is a good place to start. Here is a pic of the Princess and me along with the Naubinway Queen and youngsters on our recent vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SKE9iMqABaI/AAAAAAAAABs/pwLmhB5PBqg/s1600-h/Picture+013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233531899703461282" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SKE9iMqABaI/AAAAAAAAABs/pwLmhB5PBqg/s320/Picture+013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t we a sharp looking bunch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the re-cultured Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-751925808169060651?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/751925808169060651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=751925808169060651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/751925808169060651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/751925808169060651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/monday-after-vacation.html' title='Monday after vacation.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SKE9iMqABaI/AAAAAAAAABs/pwLmhB5PBqg/s72-c/Picture+013.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-7657934885964652191</id><published>2008-08-10T19:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T19:44:53.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>One foot on the brake and one on the gas.</title><content type='html'>The opposite of a ‘deliberate’ life is the life we’ve been living lately. As I’m sure you know it’s been a while since I’ve updated the blog. I’ll try to bring you up to date. On Friday August 1st the Princess and I headed out on vacation to ‘da yoop’ to spend some time with our good friends at the Naubinway Nook (&lt;a href="http://naubinwaynook.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://naubinwaynook.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;). Friday was a ‘travel day’ and Saturday was spent getting the ‘lay of the land’ and boating on a small lake near the cabin. Sunday brought a trip the Rexton Mennonite Church, followed by a trip to Tahquamenon Falls, and then on to the shipwreck museum at Whitefish Point. Monday was a work day. Naubinway Jeff had a large rock that needed to be moved. He said it’s been his nemesis for several years and has never been able to move it. I guess all he needed was a big, dumb ox from Ohio to supply the horsepower. We had it moved in about three hours. Right after the rock was moved, the girls (Princess and Naubinway Queen) called to inform us that they were stranded. Seems the Convertible decided to run out of power. Had to jump the battery and drive it back to the Nook. Charged it all night, but alas, had to take over to Car Doctor Dan and have the battery replaced! Tuesday was one of my favorite days of the trip. We all went over to Mackinac Island for the day. While we were there we had dinner with some island residents and a matriarch of the island (and mother of the mayor), Mackinac Island Town Crier/St Ignace News columnist Ms. Jeannette Doud. The meal and the conversation after were great. Wednesday brought another island trip for the girls and another day of work for the guys. Thursday was a trip into Mackinac City for the Princess and me. We saw toured Fort Michilamackinac, The lighthouse, were we were able to go to the top, then to Mill Creek, There we saw how the mill was operated with water power. A long, great day. Friday was a drive back home to the highly pollinated state of Ohio. Our allergies (among other things) have us wanting to return to the great white north. Well, I’m off to bed before the Benadryl kicks in. Here is a pic of the Princess and me on vacation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SJ98UcY0scI/AAAAAAAAABk/rSxP82V5l0Q/s1600-h/Picture+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233037982687343042" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SJ98UcY0scI/AAAAAAAAABk/rSxP82V5l0Q/s320/Picture+005.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the sneezy Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-7657934885964652191?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7657934885964652191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=7657934885964652191' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7657934885964652191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7657934885964652191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-foot-on-brake-and-one-on-gas.html' title='One foot on the brake and one on the gas.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SJ98UcY0scI/AAAAAAAAABk/rSxP82V5l0Q/s72-c/Picture+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-2470870333107099</id><published>2008-07-31T23:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T23:05:45.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation.</title><content type='html'>There is just something about that word that makes us smile.  The Princess and I have determined that as of 1630hrs today we are on vacation.  In honor of that thought, we went grocery shopping.  Well actually we went to the SuperStore (the same one in which I ‘soloed’ in an earlier blog) so we got more than just groceries.  I used a gift card I won at one of last seasons midget football games to procure an inverter for the car/truck to keep the laptop running while we’re on vacation, and not miss out on any opportunity to blog.  So now we’re stocked up on snacks and drinks and ready for the road.  An eight hour stint on the road awaits us tomorrow.  We have books on CD and personal mp3 player to occupy us while we drive.  And if that doesn’t work, we can always go back and do it the old fashioned way and have Julie read to me as we drive (like we usually do).  I’m really looking forward to spending some time relaxing on the shores of Lake Michigan.  The Princess picked up her antibiotics (forth round) from the pharmacy on her way home from work tonight.  Her culture was ‘contaminated’ so the doctor prescribed an antibiotic she hasn’t yet been on (in hopes that will work on whatever is ‘eating’ the Princess).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be able to spend some time reading and reflecting on things to help develop my ideas surrounding what I’ve been calling the ‘deliberate’ life.  I’m going to have to start researching that name.  I don’t want to be accused of encroaching on someone else’s term.  I recently saw a book entitled “The Deliberate Church”, so I’m concerned that I may have to find another word for my idea.  But then again I guess I’m still developing the idea so I might as well develop a name for it too.  Stay with us as I ramble on through the development of my idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave (and the uncontaminated Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-2470870333107099?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2470870333107099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=2470870333107099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2470870333107099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2470870333107099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation.html' title='Vacation.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-5707779829894484954</id><published>2008-07-30T22:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:20:55.751-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’m tired of being tired.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well, yesterday ended up being a twenty hour workday so needless to say, I never made it here to blog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We’ll start with the Julie report.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Princess returned to her doctor to see how things were progressing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It seems the three rounds of antibiotics haven’t kicked the infection.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So the next step is to have the Princess cultured (and I thought she already WAS cultured), in a lab to see which drug(s) will kill off the nasty bugs that won’t leave her alone.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The very capable Dr. Doty-Armstrong anticipates having a treatment plan put together by the end of the week.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This is a good thing since we’re leaving on vacation Friday to spend a week with my very good friend Jeff and his family in their northern home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure you’ll be able to read a full account of the shenanigans we get into on his blog (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://naubinwaynook.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#800080;"&gt;http://naubinwaynook.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;). &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Twenty hour workdays do not give a person time to devote to living a ‘deliberate’ life, so I’ll leave you with a few thoughts.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;From Dr. Steven Covey (I think): “The enemy of the best is not the bad.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It is the good that is the enemy of the best”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When I have a place like this to come home to, how could life get much better?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Check back soon (and often).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dave and (the newly cultured Princess) Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SJEd3tK6NfI/AAAAAAAAABc/3igYNOlKuM0/s1600-h/flowerbed.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228993485209220594" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SJEd3tK6NfI/AAAAAAAAABc/3igYNOlKuM0/s320/flowerbed.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Kudos to my mom for pulling all the weeds and revealing these glorious flowers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-5707779829894484954?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5707779829894484954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=5707779829894484954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/5707779829894484954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/5707779829894484954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-tired-of-being-tired.html' title='I’m tired of being tired.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SJEd3tK6NfI/AAAAAAAAABc/3igYNOlKuM0/s72-c/flowerbed.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-860542379415373538</id><published>2008-07-28T18:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:20:55.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This belongs to you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228192441233192418" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SI5FUz0WNeI/AAAAAAAAABU/R5NVU4aCUNo/s320/0722200807080.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SI5FUz0WNeI/AAAAAAAAABU/R5NVU4aCUNo/s1600-h/0722200807080.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well at long last I’m home from Washington DC.  In addition to the education that I picked up, I had the opportunity to spend an evening walking on the National Mall.  I snapped this picture with my cell phone camera.  I had absolutely NO idea how large the Lincoln Memorial actually is.  I was awestruck.  I was equally moved at the thought that like the PBS commercial (the one with the Dances With Wolves music in it) says, I own part of it.  I’ve heard it said that taxes are the dues we pay to live in a civilized society.  After a week in a big city like Washington DC, I sometimes wonder if we’re getting our money’s worth of civilization.  But then seeing something like this makes it all worth it.  I’ve also heard it said that the living conditions in America may not be perfect, but it sure beats the heck out of whatever is in second place.  I couldn’t agree more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hours of traveling lately have given me time to read (books on CD) and reflect.  I’ll share my thoughts with you in upcoming blogs.  For now I’ll close with a quote from Socrates “The unexamined life is not worth living”.  I’ll be back to my ‘normal’ log style tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-860542379415373538?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/860542379415373538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=860542379415373538' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/860542379415373538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/860542379415373538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/this-belongs-to-you.html' title='This belongs to you.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SI5FUz0WNeI/AAAAAAAAABU/R5NVU4aCUNo/s72-c/0722200807080.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-1280843620893712940</id><published>2008-07-21T21:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T21:48:21.775-04:00</updated><title type='text'>“Warp Factor Seven, Mr. Sulu.”</title><content type='html'>They say “Time flies when you’re having fun”.  That is of course unless you’re Kermit the Frog, in which case you say “Time is fun when you’re having flies”.  Either way, it’s been a while since I’ve had the chance to document anything and I’m going to try to ‘catch you up’.  Hold on tight, we’re gonna move fast.&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from our nation’s capitol.  I’m here for a training class (it’s work stuff.  You’d find it boring).  As I sit in my hotel room and look out over the Potomac (well OK, I’m looking out on a building that looks out onto Reagan National Airport which overlooks the Potomac) I think back over the events of the last several days. &lt;br /&gt;As I was anticipating a quiet weekend last Friday, Julie’s younger brother Dave decided that re-roofing his house in the ninety plus degree heat just wasn’t any fun anymore so he thought it would be a real hoot to fall off the roof on his head.  Well I doubt that it was a conscious decision he made, especially since he ended up with two broken arms, a fractured skull, a fractured back, a broken collarbone, broken facial bones and broken ribs (and other various and sundry injuries).  If it weren’t for the familial trait of a hard head that he shares with the Princess, I question if he would have survived the fall.  Be that as it may, the whole family got to make a ‘flying run’ to St. V’s in Toledo (actually Dave was the only one flying.  He got airlifted there on a LifeFlight helicopter).  But to the credit of modern medical science his doctors believe he should make a full recovery in due time.  The Princess (in her ever pessimistic way) quipped to me on the way home that since things happen in three’s and since she and her brother were both hospitalized, there would have to be another.  I told her that was just an old wives tale and that she was just being silly.  Boy was I stupid.&lt;br /&gt;In the midst of all THAT excitement, Julie’s dad decided he wasn’t feeling the greatest either.  Thinking that he had a problem with his blood sugar, Julie convinced him to go to the Emergency Room on Saturday night to get checked out.  Much to our surprise, Julie’s mom called a little later to say that they were admitting him to the hospital thinking he may have had a heart attack.  He was eventually diagnosed with a condition called ‘total heart block’ (at least I think that’s what the doctor said it was called.  It was REALLY late on Saturday night).  That is a condition where the upper and lower chambers of the heart do not operate in unison and therefore do not supply enough blood to the body.  At any rate, the doctors implanted a temporary pacemaker around midnight Saturday night to keep his ticker running correctly until they could implant a permanent one.  He didn’t have to wait long though since he got his permanent one at 7:30 Sunday morning. &lt;br /&gt;While that surgery was going on I was at the 9am church service that was being led by Miriam’s youth group to celebrate their mission trip to Arizona.  The youth did a great job and I truly believe that great blessings await many of the youth in that group and the world at the hands of the youth in that group.  I feel that The Spirit is strong in several of them.&lt;br /&gt;After church and a quick trip to the hospital to check on Julie’s dad I set out for Washington DC.  What should have been about a seven hour trip took almost eleven because I drove in rain (and some severe thunderstorms) through most of W.Va, PA and Maryland.  It cleared up just as I was approaching Washington.  After driving around for about an hour looking for my hotel (because my laptop battery had died, rendering my map, directions and reservation information useless) I FINALLY found the right hotel and got checked in.  Apparently there were no rooms available in the Marriott hotel I had requested (the one where my training sessions are being held) so my overachieving Administrative Assistant (who routinely goes above and beyond the call of duty) took the initiative to book me at the closest Marriott hotel.  She probably told me this and as usual I wasn’t listening.  Anyway, this would have been all well and good had I taken the time to actually READ my reservation and see where a room was waiting for me.  Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;Monday had me learning a lot of stuff about radio waves and Julie playing food delivery girl to all the shut-ins.  I think we’re all going to collapse in bed tonight and sleep VERY well.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll blog more about a ‘deliberate’ life when I’m no longer moving at what Captain Kirk of the Starship Enterprise would call “Warp Factor Seven, Mr. Sulu”.  Until then I’m just trying to hang on and I hope you do the same.&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the no longer the most unhealthy Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-1280843620893712940?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/1280843620893712940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=1280843620893712940' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/1280843620893712940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/1280843620893712940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/warp-factor-seven-mr-sulu.html' title='“Warp Factor Seven, Mr. Sulu.”'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-8644176643380493910</id><published>2008-07-17T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T21:40:01.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some infections kill harder than others.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well the Princess found out tonight that she still hasn’t completely kicked her infection.  She learned this while at yet another doctors appointment unrelated to her latest surgeries (what are we gonna do when we get old?) and asked to have it checked just for safety.  I guess kudos are in line for the Princess for listening to her body enough to know to get checked out.  She still claims to feel pretty good though.  Feeling good is not necessarily easy in weather we’ve had here.  The temperatures were in the 90s outside today with high humidity  My office building developed a problem with the A/C today and when I finally decided just before four o’clock that I’d had enough, it was 87 degrees in my office.  I’m thinking about going in to work early tomorrow in order to ‘beat the heat’. &lt;br /&gt;The Princess and I went for a walk in the vineyard this evening.  It sounds romantic until I tell you that we were looking for re-infestations of Japanese beetles.  We found a grand total of three beetles.  That’s still enough to convince me that I need to stop by the garden store tomorrow and get some Sevin to spray in the vineyard.  I’m also intrigued by things I’ve read about Neem oil.  I may ask about that too. &lt;br /&gt;A few days ago I wrote about an important part of the ‘deliberate’ life being the connection between thought and action.  I’ve been meditating over what keeps people in general, and me specifically, from making the transition from thought into action.  I think a lot of it has to do with health.  We’ve been paying more attention to our health lately.  I recently got a copy of the DASH diet book.  Julie is reading through it now.  I hope the health benefits to us inspires us to lead a ‘deliberate’ life.  I’ll let you know how it’s going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the still infected Princess) Julie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-8644176643380493910?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8644176643380493910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=8644176643380493910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/8644176643380493910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/8644176643380493910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-infections-kill-harder-than-others.html' title='Some infections kill harder than others.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-8333382547216897238</id><published>2008-07-15T20:52:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:20:56.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some days you’re the statue, and some days you’re the pigeon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And then there are days like today where you’re both.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But first, the Princess update.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Julie seems to be tolerating the antibiotic well and I think it’s already helping.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Her mood is good and I think she feels pretty good.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She now almost ‘plops’ down into a chair and can cough without her eyes watering.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She drove herself to work again today and got to take the car BACK to the tire place.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m beginning to wonder about her driving habits (or if she has a thing for the tire guy).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She took Ely along for a ride when she went to the market tonight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Here is Ely on our front porch pretending to be a watchdog.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SH1Hz_-7tAI/AAAAAAAAABM/RgG8XyLkiHk/s1600-h/Gard+Dog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223410101493937154" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SH1Hz_-7tAI/AAAAAAAAABM/RgG8XyLkiHk/s320/Gard+Dog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Look real close, He's kinda short!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I sprayed for Japanese beetles in the vineyard tonight.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was amazed at the profusion of bugs.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since I mowed on Saturday some of the second year vines were almost defoliated.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think I’m going to have to spray again with Sevin or something like that.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The beetles almost came out in clouds when I hit some of the bigger vines.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Wow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;We’re now sitting here watching “Wipeout” on TV.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s a funny show.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Julie’s turn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dave is correct.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am feeling better about the whole operation thing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was beginning to think I did it all for nothing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I feel better mentally and physically (at least for today)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;As for my driving habits, I feel I must defend my self.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have nothing to do with the valve stem or the nail.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am sure of this.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am getting to know the tire guy Dan.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He seems to be real nice and soft spoken.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hope he has a good life outside the tire shop!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I am also learning the inventory of the Hardware store attached to the tire shop.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;They have a little bit of everything..&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Just like the old hardware in &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arlington&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; had.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Now for the tip of the day .I found the best glass cleaner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s called “Perfect Glass” Get some and love it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Check back soon (and often).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dave and (the increasingly frisky Princess) Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-8333382547216897238?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/8333382547216897238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=8333382547216897238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/8333382547216897238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/8333382547216897238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-days-youre-statue-and-some-days.html' title='Some days you’re the statue, and some days you’re the pigeon.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SH1Hz_-7tAI/AAAAAAAAABM/RgG8XyLkiHk/s72-c/Gard+Dog.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-3712518638808329462</id><published>2008-07-14T20:53:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:20:56.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not one wanting to be bored, the Princess decided that her recovery was going along too smoothly and that an infection was in order (just to keep things interesting).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A quick visit to the doctor (or Nurse Practitioner in this case) yielded a prescription for antibiotics which should kick the infection in short order.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;According to the health care professionals this type of infection is fairly common after surgery and at this point is nothing to be overly concerned about.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So the Princess has yet another pill to take in the morning and evening for a while (as if she didn’t already sound like a maraca after her pills).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Princess is also pleased that she was able to drive herself to work today (and to the tire shop for a repair) for the first time since her surgery.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I guess that means that I get to relinquish my role as chauffer now.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I can probably do the same for the ‘chief cook’ role since she made dinner (delicious chicken enchiladas).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;So I guess life is getting that much closer to normal.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;After my ‘day job’ I stopped off at a ‘night job’ client site to generate a little “billable time” before I went to the Garden Store to get some insecticide for the grapes in the vineyard (and on the pergola).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The Japanese beetles are TERRIBLE this year.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hope to be able to spray after work tomorrow night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It’s too late to spray the raspberries, but I hope to be able to ‘save’ the grapes.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Miriam should be back from her mission trip tomorrow or Wednesday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She called home and spoke to Julie briefly the other day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She says she’s having a great and Spirit filled time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I hope this trip continues to minister to her as well as the people she went to serve.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Mission&lt;/st1:place&gt; trips and things like that are great examples of what I’ve been calling the ‘deliberate’ life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve talked about the ‘deliberate’ life requiring thought.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That is very true, but for a life to BE deliberate also requires action which is the result of thought.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;That’s where I’ve been ‘falling down’ lately.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No matter how hard I ‘think’ something, it still requires me getting off my big fat backside and ‘doing’ something (I’m really having a tough time with being a mere mortal).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A ‘deliberate’ life requires thought and action.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;And probably the MOST important element (and therefore the most difficult) is the connection between the two.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I plan to focus on that aspect of it for a while.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This upcoming weekend I have some extensive traveling to do and I plan to take the audiobook “Man’s Search For Meaning” by Viktor Frankl to keep me occupied on the trip.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’ll let you know what new thoughts spring out of this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dave and (the infected Princess) Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;P.S. since I don’t have a recent picture of the grapes, here is a part of the raspberry crop from this year.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SHv14hqGhKI/AAAAAAAAABE/hYlIO2mc1-M/s1600-h/100_3333.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223038544322659490" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SHv14hqGhKI/AAAAAAAAABE/hYlIO2mc1-M/s320/100_3333.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-3712518638808329462?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/3712518638808329462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=3712518638808329462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/3712518638808329462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/3712518638808329462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/monday-monday.html' title='Monday Monday'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SHv14hqGhKI/AAAAAAAAABE/hYlIO2mc1-M/s72-c/100_3333.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-7128116270752188258</id><published>2008-07-14T08:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T08:17:23.814-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time flies when you’re having fun</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here it is Sunday and I have an entire weekend to recount.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well the Princess seems eager to regain her total independence.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She thought Saturday would be a good day to pretend like she was back to her pre-op self.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;First (unbeknownst to me) she thought she’d do some housework while I was out mowing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;About the time I was finishing up on the mower she left (her first time driving since the surgery) to go to Sam’s Club to “pick up a few things”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Well, she wasn’t able to find everything she wanted there (although she did manage to pick up MANY things she didn’t know she was looking for) so she thought she’d try K-mart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Finding nothing there she continued her excursion with a stop at Wal-Mart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Needless to say she had a REALLY rough night last night and stayed in bed this morning (not that I’m complaining).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;We spent the day like pagans and didn’t make it to church.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;That rarely happens.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;When we finally got up we had a DELICIOUS breakfast of Bacon –n- Egg Pizza (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Bacon-N-Egg-Pizza/Detail.aspx"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#800080;"&gt;http://allrecipes.com/Recipe/Bacon-N-Egg-Pizza/Detail.aspx&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;). &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We spent the afternoon outside doing light yard work, playing with the ‘critters’ and picking berries.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My mom joined us for dinner and provided country sausage links for us to grill as well as a fantastic Cherry Cordial Cheesecake.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now it’s evening and our focus turns to preparing to return to the stress-fest we know as our day jobs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’d like to make an observation.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;A stressed life DOES NOT equal a ‘deliberate’ life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dave and (the suffering at her own hand Princess) Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-7128116270752188258?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7128116270752188258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=7128116270752188258' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7128116270752188258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/7128116270752188258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun.html' title='Time flies when you’re having fun'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-4344714577193821060</id><published>2008-07-10T21:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T22:02:58.647-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forget Thursday.  Today was GRUMPY Day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Princess had a rather sleepless night and was a tad on the ‘edgy’ side this morning.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course, not being able to have breakfast and needing to be at the doctors office at 0800 for a blood draw isn’t likely to make me chipper in the morning either.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also think now that the initial trauma of the surgeries has worn off, she’s in that place in her recovery where she just instantly wants to be back to 100% again.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course she is fully aware that she won’t be, and no matter how many times I say “You must learn patience, Grasshopper” (and she slugs me), it won’t make her heal any faster.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But at any rate she improved as the day went on.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have a philosophy that ‘grump’ is neither created nor destroyed, it merely changes people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As the Princess’ mood improved, mine degenerated.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It seems that I had a sign on my forehead that said ‘get in my way’ all day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had no major issues, just a lot of irritations.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;By the time we came home I’d had enough.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I laid down to do some reading and didn’t feel like getting up to make dinner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Much to my surprise the Princess decided to make dinner while I took a snooze.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I awoke to orange &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = st1 ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:smarttags" /&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Dijon&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; pork chops and pasta-roni.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It was delicious.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Even though my mood was much improved by a nap and a wonderful dinner, I still didn’t read the next chapter in the book I’m reading.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Julie and I went outside, watered plants, took a little walk and played with the ‘boys’ after dinner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;I’m glad tomorrow is Friday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;My turn:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dave is right; I do want to be back to 100 percent.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I also agree that I need to be patient.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am real tired of not being able to all the normal activities of day to day life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;If I am good, and take no more heavy pain medication, Dave has agreed to let me drive!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I will be able to gain a little normalcy back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Don’t misunderstand, I do love spending time with my husband, mother &amp;amp; father, It’s just I would like to be able to feel we are spending time together because we want to, not because they have to do stuff for me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know...PATIENCE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Check back soon (and often).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;(The Grumpers) Dave and Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;PS  I just could not leave this on such a down note so here is the good &amp;amp; funny news.  Dave has lost so much weight now that as he was watering the plants tonight, he was walking across the porch and his shorts actually fell down.  Now thats Funny!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-4344714577193821060?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/4344714577193821060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=4344714577193821060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/4344714577193821060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/4344714577193821060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/forget-thursday-today-was-grumpy-day.html' title='Forget Thursday.  Today was GRUMPY Day.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-5738458656359564699</id><published>2008-07-09T21:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:20:56.404-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Three steps forward, one step back.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;The Princess didn’t take any Aleve last night.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;She reports that she awoke with “ a headache in the pelvis” and some other indications that her ‘innards’ got scrambled yesterday.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The heating pad and Aleve were her friends today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We think we’ve traced the change to the increased amount of coughing and sneezing due to allergies she’s been experiencing (Ah, to be in Ohio now that Summer is here).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At any rate I’ve placed her on “light duty” here at home tonight while I take care of the laundry and supper.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; After a quick nap she's working on her needlepoint.  &lt;/span&gt;Supper was chicken cordon bleu (from the freezer) and lima beans (also from the freezer) with Catawba Grape juice.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I’m now fighting the desire to have some ice cream that I saw in the freezer while I was poking around for dinner.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Julie loves lima beans (I do not).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I have to be on the road tomorrow, but if I’m home in time I think we’ll grill steaks and asparagus (that I also saw lurking in the freezer).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I'll get back to my musings on the 'deliberate' life tomorrow.  I HAD to share this story with you today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Well as I said in an earlier post (I think), these updates are coming from the ‘funny farm’ where we live. With that in mind let me tell you about my evening. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In addition to my duties a ‘domestic goddess’ this evening (dinner and four loads of laundry), I also had to be “the destroyer”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ely the Corgi had something cornered under/in my Blazer which was parked behind the house in the barnyard.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Anticipating something exciting (as things in my life usually are) I armed myself and went out to investigate.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;At first glance I couldn’t see what he was barking at so I figured I’d start the engine and rev it up to scare out the bird or rabbit or kitten I suspected was under the hood.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No such luck.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I shut the engine down and went to investigate more closely because the dog was still barking like crazy and wouldn’t back off.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;As I had feared by this time, Ely had gotten a groundhog somewhere it really didn’t want to be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;He had it cornered on top of the axle, between the right front tire and the wheel well.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;No chance of a clean shot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not one to be outdone by a rodent, I figured I’d take the truck out onto the road and hope the ‘critter’ went off the front axle and under the rear wheel.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Again, no such luck.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After backing all the way out of the barnyard and through the vineyard (did I mention we had a vineyard?) all the while watching closely so as not to run over Ely, I backed onto the road and turned the wheels hard to the right.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The groundhog sensing himself to be exposed by the turning wheels “bailed out” and headed for the trees.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;After parking the Blazer I determined that there would be NO sleep tonight (for animals or humans) with Ely ‘barking treed” on that groundhog.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I reluctantly decided to dispatch him and looked for an angle to get a clean shot.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Of course there was no such thing.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ultimately, after what must have looked like a Keystone Kops show, I can say my mission was a complete success because the groundhog did not survive and I was not injured (somewhat to my surprise on both counts).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;To my target shooting friend Detective Snyder I proclaim “your position as champion marksman is safe”.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Let’s just say my grouping wasn’t the greatest (but hey what do you expect from a partially blind man).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It took an entire clip to do what should have been a single shot job (I need more target practice).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Since I’m not one to post a picture of a dead rodent, here is the vineyard I had to back the Blazer out through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SHVnXpehLBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rV9u_eluIvQ/s1600-h/100_2728.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221192998974467090" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SHVnXpehLBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rV9u_eluIvQ/s320/100_2728.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Check back soon (and often).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="MARGIN: 0in 0in 0pt"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Dave (the Destroyer) and (the achy Princess) Julie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-5738458656359564699?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5738458656359564699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=5738458656359564699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/5738458656359564699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/5738458656359564699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/three-steps-forward-one-step-back.html' title='Three steps forward, one step back.'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SHVnXpehLBI/AAAAAAAAAA8/rV9u_eluIvQ/s72-c/100_2728.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-892601704576779491</id><published>2008-07-08T21:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-08T21:34:16.304-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Julie Report +1 week +1</title><content type='html'>At this rate the Princess may be doing cartwheels by the weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess spent another full day at work today. And to top that all off, she says she’s almost completely caught up from being out last week (that means she had a good day). She hitched a ride home after work because her chauffer had to stop by one of his ‘night job’ clients after his day job. For those that don’t know it, my day job is making computer &amp;amp; phone systems talk to each other. My ‘night job’ (or one of them anyway) is setting up and managing communication systems for small offices and home offices. Anyway, Julie was at her parents place and I thanked them for Juliesitting for me when I stopped by to pick her up. They were OK with it. I marveled at how fast she moves (and sits down or stands up) now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie says she may actually take some Aleve this evening. Her last steri-strip came off this morning and she hasn’t taken ANY pain meds since Monday morning before work. I’d say she’s in pretty good shape (and she’s darn tough). She made dinner tonight (well she combined some pre-cooked ground beef and a Hamburger Helper lasagna mix in a skillet). Still, it beats the heck out of my scrambled eggs of last Wednesday. We chased that with some of the frozen fruit Diana brought over last week. I limited myself to a single serving of each. I jumped on the scales today. I’m down almost ten pounds. Gee, only 90 more to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I read today where the single most effective thing a person can do to loose weight is keep a detailed food journal. It forces the dieter to ‘think’ about what they’re eating. That plays right into my post about living a ‘deliberate’ life. You make better choices when you think about them first. Unfortunately, that is easier said than done. Thinking takes time (and effort). Often the pace at which we run our lives in the early 21st century does not leave time for thinking. It seems that we only have time (or desire) for doing, not thinking. We need to remember that we are human beings, not human doings. We need to utilize that portion of the infinite that is within each of us and think before we act (or look before we leap). I had a difficult time doing that today. I hope and pray that tomorrow will be better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the rapidly rebounding Princess) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-892601704576779491?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/892601704576779491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=892601704576779491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/892601704576779491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/892601704576779491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post_08.html' title='The Julie Report +1 week +1'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-2203974927141763081</id><published>2008-07-07T19:37:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T22:20:56.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Julie report'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='deliberate life'/><title type='text'>The Julie Report +1 week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SHKuFvcz8_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xCGhnbMzS6g/s1600-h/100_3329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220426331735716850" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SHKuFvcz8_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xCGhnbMzS6g/s320/100_3329.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much for being royalty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Princess returned to work today (as did her bumbling caretaker). I guess she couldn't lounge on the patio with animal footwarmers forever.&lt;br /&gt;(that's Tigg'r the tomcat looking at you in the picture while hugging Julies toes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She certainly is in better shape than I thought. I said this morning that I would be surprised if she lasted until noon in the office. She not only made it through the whole day, but when I picked her up at quitting time she actually had more 'spunk' left in her than I've seen her exhibit for some time. I guess maybe spending the day around people who pass gas for a living must do something to invigorate you (in the spirit of full disclosure I have to tell you that she works for a natural gas utility company). My day was like most of the others; trying to take care of about eighteen things at once because nobody thought to plan out what the ramifications of their business decisions would be. Oh well, I guess that's "job security" (which really doesn't exist anymore, but I'll save that for a future blog).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our first day back on the job we're both wondering why we spend so much time making a living at the expense of making a life. I guess maybe it's because living a 'deliberate' life is hard. By deliberate life I mean one where you make your own decisions rather than letting someone else make them for you, and you take your own actions rather than allowing someone else to act for you. It's easier to just 'go with the flow' and take advantage of all the good things that life in the 21st century has to offer (like blogging). Recently I've committed myself to strive to live a more deliberate life. I'll try to share with you how it's going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I should go help Julie pick up in the kitchen after our scrumptious dinner of scrambled eggs &amp;amp; little sausages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check back soon (and often)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and (the ever harder to keep down) Julie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-2203974927141763081?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2203974927141763081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=2203974927141763081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2203974927141763081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2203974927141763081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/julie-report-1-week.html' title='The Julie Report +1 week'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SHKuFvcz8_I/AAAAAAAAAAg/xCGhnbMzS6g/s72-c/100_3329.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-2414293176170868521</id><published>2008-07-06T17:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:19:35.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Julie Report - Day 7</title><content type='html'>The Princess enjoyed a normal Sunday today.  We got up early and actually went to church.  All but one of her 'steri-strips' have fallen off and she says her 'stab wounds' itch (in addition to the obvious discomfort).  She wasn't able to sit through the entire service though (imagine that) and had to retire to a couch in the ladies lounge to finish it out.  Ben's message dealt with America's 'National Treasure' (The Word).  Julie and I came home alone since Miriam is leaving on her Mission Trip.  We read for a little while and then went outside.  I finished putting the vine-training wires on top of the pergola and Julie played with Ely (our Corgi) and read/napped in a chaise lounge chair in the shade (ask her about the sunburn she got yesterday).  We picked a few berries too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Julie is off of her prescription pain med's entirely today.  She's hopeful to be well enough to stay that way but is planning to return to work tomorrow, so we'll see how it goes.  Julie actually made dinner tonight (leftover mac&amp;amp;cheese and salad out of a bag).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-2414293176170868521?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2414293176170868521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=2414293176170868521' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2414293176170868521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2414293176170868521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/julie-report-day-7.html' title='The Julie Report - Day 7'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6811664891346178053.post-2423110775709879842</id><published>2008-07-06T11:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:10:41.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Julie Report</title><content type='html'>This is the first of the "Julie Reports". I am happy to announce that according to her doctor, Julie's surgery went well. She went in around 7:30 and finished up a little after 11. Apparently the doctor had to work a little harder than anticipated. We're currently waiting in her room (4172), for her to come back up. If therer are no unanticipated complications, Julie may get to come home as ealy as tomorrow morning. I will send more reports as more details become available. Thanks for your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon, 30 Jun 2008 12:48 pm&lt;br /&gt;Julie is now back in her room and sleeping peacefully. She came back up around 12:15 local time. She developed a little nausea in the recovery room and they kept her until that was under control. The doctor is pleased that Julie did not have the abdominal adhesions that were feared and the first portion of the surgery was done without a major abdominal incision (thereby shortening recovery time). I expect that she will sleep until around dinnertime tonite. At this point she is a 'model patient'. Now, let's just hope she stays that way. I hope you all help me in convincing her that her ONLY job right now is to heal, and that means rest and take it easy. Please feel free to pass this report along to any who may need to know.We can't thank all of you enough for your thoughts and prayers.Dave (and a sleeping Julie)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon, 30 Jun 2008 3:56 pm&lt;br /&gt;THE PRINCESS HAS AWAKENED!! Julie (sort of) woke up a little after 3pm for the first time. She had some ice chips and asked some questions. She also said she wanted to roll over because she was stiff. When the nurses came to roll her over she tried to help. "OUCH!". That was a big mistake. The nurse then gave her more pain medicine so she's sleepy again, but she was able to roll onto her side and flex her knees. That's much better according to her. Now she says she's hungry. I guess I'll have to start cooking when she wakes up again (probably in another 3 hours). Her vitals still look really good so we're keeping our fingers crossed for an early release.Thus far the nurses here have been GREAT!Thanks to Gene and Bonnie for staying here until Julie was 'settled' in her bed. And thanks to my mom for locking her keys in her car (ask her about it). The old saying is true "No good deed goes unpunished".That's all for now. I'll report more information as it becomes available.Dave and (an ouchy, sleepy, hungry) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mon, 30 Jun 2008 6:39 pm&lt;br /&gt;Dinner was a smashing success. The Princess enjoyed beef broth, orange jello and cranberry juice. She says it was delicious and is now snoozing again. She also claims to feel pretty good, all things considered. She should be sitting on the edge of the bed and dangling her feet before the evening is over. Julie learned an important lesson today too. When your pain med's make your BP drop to 82/51 you get kind of 'light headed'. I asked her how she knew the difference. She responded with a very weak "Poop on you". I've been passing along your well wishes as she is coherent enough to appreciate them.Please keep Julie in your prayers (if we go home tomorrow she will have to endure ME as her nurse). Dave (and the recovering Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Julie Report - Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Tue, 1 Jul 2008 7:39 am&lt;br /&gt;Well, we survived the night.Julie is now on to "real" food.  She's now on to pain pills instead of in the IV.  She's also ordered breakfast of bacon, eggs and toast and is really looking forward to it. The amazing Dr. Doty-Armstrong was in this morning to admire her handiwork.  She says all looks good to go.  Throughout the course of the day the nursing staff will be disconnecting Julie from all of her 'lanyards' and getting her up and moving.  Once she can get herself around (with help) she can go home.  It probably won't be until around dinnertime though.  Time will tell.  I'll continue to provide updates throughout the day to keep you all apprised of the situation.Dave and (the ouchy Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue, 1 Jul 2008 9:41 amSubject: The Julie Report - Day 2&lt;br /&gt;SHE'S FREE, SHE'S FREE!!!!!The Princess is not free of all her 'rigging' and able to move about.   I've helped her out of bed and she is now sitting in the chair beside the bed (where I spent the night). The Percocet seems to be taking care of the pain (imagine that) and Julie says her pain is no more than a "3" sitting in the chair.  We anticipate going home around 5 today.  I'm probably more scared than she is.  At that point I become nurse, chef, cook and chauffeur.  Eeeeeeeek.  I hope I'm up to it.Well back to tending the Princess.  More to come..........Dave and (the Free Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue, 1 Jul 2008 11:54 amSubject: The Julie Report - Day 2&lt;br /&gt;Great things are happening.I'm very proud of Julie.  I just helped her into the bathroom so she could go potty like a big girl (now I've got to find some M&amp;amp;Ms for her).  I was also encouraged by her report that while I was across the hall getting ice she had a toot.  I would seem that everything is returning to normal.  All we have left to be concerned about now is a big #2.  She is choosing her food very carefully in 'preparation' for this major moving event.  Salad, applesauce and a chicken breast just delivered for lunch.A trip home this afternoon now seems inevitable.  Please feel free to drop the Princess an email with your well wishes.  She's been checking it here and will continue to when she gets home.Thank you for your support,Dave and (the internally resurrecting Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tue, 1 Jul 2008 5:11 pmSubject: Re: The Julie Report - Day 2&lt;br /&gt;The Princess is home!We got home around 4:30 and I promptly bedded her down with lots and lots of pillows.  All of the 'kids' here were really happy to see 'mom' return.  Her pain pills will be a necessity for the near term.  She seems to believe that even though they took her to suite 3 for her surgery, she is CERTAIN that her left leg was stretched into the next room.  Ouch.  But even with that, things are starting to return to normal.  Hopefully the next few days will be peaceful, restful days for the Princess.  I will continue to send updates (but less frequently) as to how Julie is healing and dealing with her less than competent caretaker.Thanks to all who have offered or provided help of ANY kind.  You are appreciated more than you know.Dave and (the stiff and sore Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, 2 Jul 2008 10:47 amSubject: The Julie Report - Day 3&lt;br /&gt;The blessed event has occurred.The Princess has informed me that she had a very "moving" experience in the bathroom this morning.  That's one more 'biggie' out of the way.  She is now sitting on the couch reading a new book by her favorite author (Janet Evonavich).  Things seem to be healing well and she is already down to needing only one pain pill instead of two.  She actually wanted to get up and have breakfast (oatmeal w/crasins) at the table this morning.Anyway, thanks to everyone for their well wishes and calls and prayers and offerings.Dave and (the moving forward Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, 2 Jul 2008 8:00 pmSubject: Re: The Julie Report - Day 3&lt;br /&gt;The recovery continues.The Princess has now survived a full day and three meals at home at the hands of her bumbling husband.  She requested scrambled eggs for dinner.  I can say that my attempt could be termed "The stuff prison riots are made of", but we ate it anyway.  Julie responded by taking two pain pills and is now sleeping it off with her heating pad.  Now if only that were an option for me.........Her dad and mom stopped by this afternoon to bring out a prescription that the pharmacy had to special order and brought homemade cherry pie and ice cream.  Fantastic! Thanks to the Gateway Worship Team for the very nice floral arrangement that was delivered this afternoon and more importantly to everyone for their continued prayers.  I truly believe it is helping speed her recovery.We are hopeful that tomorrow will hold a walk to the great outdoors (or at least out onto the porch).  I will include a full report here.Dave and (the amazing recovering Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu, 3 Jul 2008 10:35 amSubject: The Julie Report - Day 4&lt;br /&gt;The saga continues.The Princess had a fairly decent night.  Although she has started to experience a touch of the insomnia they told her to expect.  I suspect she will deal with it in short order (or I will get her a night job for the extra money).  She went back to two pain pills at a time last night.  She's also having strange dreams thanks to them.  Ask her about her 'pimped out' Crown Victoria limo and the hookers she helped escape in it (I GOTTA get me some of those pills).  Breakfast this morning was a far cry from dinner last night.  The Princess enjoyed mini-cheddar-smoky links, oatmeal w/crasins and cranberry juice.  It was a culinary delight.  After breakfast (and all of her pills) she got a little woozy and laid down on the couch for a little snooze.  She's now up &amp;amp; about with her contacts in her eyes for the first time this week.  I know things are returning to normal because as I type this she's sitting on the couch (in MY spot) working on some needlepoint.The plan as of now is for Julie to stay at her mom and dads for a little while this afternoon while her bumbling caretaker (the one who tried to feed her pain meds to the cats) goes grocery shopping.  It will be her first excursion out.  Expect a full report this evening.Dave and (the recently patched Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thu, 3 Jul 2008 9:44 pmSubject: The Julie Report - Day 4&lt;br /&gt;Improvement continuesToday was a good day for the Princess.  She made her first road trip since her surgery.  She went to her dad and moms while her bumbling caretaker went to the grocery store.  And I can honestly say that after spending that 'quality time' at Wal-Mart, I was the one who needed sedation.  The blind man in Wal-Mart is an adventure all it's own.  Screaming kids, ugly people and strange items on the list were almost more than I could take!  I have to confess, it was my first solo trip since the loss of vision in one eye.  WOW  it is a whole different trip.  Little kids, strange people.  Not to mention having to really look at every item on the shelf, just to find the one thing that I wanted.  The items are not where they use to be.  It should have taken me 1/2 an hour.  It took 2 HOURS.  I HATE TO SHOP!  Well I think you get the idea.We were graced with a visit by Randy and Diana They stopped by for a little while this evening.  And we are very fortunate that they brought FOOD!  I'm already salivating at the thought of the casserole in the morning. It was very nice and meant a lot to the Princess to have thoughtful people all around her.  From her parents "Princess Sitting" to my father offering her jobs (on behalf of the firemen), she feels blessed to have all of you thinking of her, laughing with her, she is grateful for all of you.  As for me, the bumbling  caretaker, I am also grateful for the feed back letting me know that I am doing it right.  Well the Princess is tucked into bed with her snack of gourmet orange jello (with cool whip) and hopefully will have a restful night.  I know that I need it.  I will never take her weekly shopping trips for granted again.  She is so much better at dealing with Wal-Mart than I will ever be! Well, we're signing off for the night.  I'll send more updates tomorrow.Dave and (the increasingly mobile Princess) Julie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fri, 4 Jul 2008 9:32 amSubject: The Julie Report - Day 5&lt;br /&gt;Greetings from the PrincessWell, I have decided to do my own update today,  Poor Dave has just exhausted himself taking care of me.  Between all the cooking, dishwasting, laundry and babysitting, I think he is ready for the nap!  Seriously.  Dave has taken such good care of me, that I am ready to play outside today.  Gonna try to take a book outside and get some much needed sunshine and time with the dog.  We missed the Arlington Fireworks last night and I was a little sad, but there will be more displays tonight.  Depends on how tired the slave is, we may go tonight.  All kidding aside, I really am doing well, I still have pain, but have cut back on the pain pills.  I hope to just take them a few times today. and get back to doing some things on my own. Well, time to go outside now.  My chair and cushion awaits!Thanks again to Randy and Diana for the breakfast casserole.  It took a huge burden off of the cook.Julie and (the imaginarily overworked caretaker) Dave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know, I know.  How DARE we go almost 36 hours wihout an update.Well, the truth is that we've been too active to sit down at a computer to draft one up.  Following breakfast this morning (more of Diana's delicious breakfast casserole) I went out to start the mowing.  Andrew came out a little later to help.  After a quick lunch break (grilled hot dogs at the Princess' request) we got back to our chores.  we finished a little after 3.  While we were working, Miriam (and the Princess) made a margarita cake and watched a movie.  Kevin and Jenn Snyder brought pizza (and brownies) over for dinner.  We dined on the patio.  It was very niceThe Princess continues to improve and in spite of having a rough night last night,, had a good day today.  She continues to get more 'spring in her step' and 'fire in her eyes' almost hourly now.  My primary duty seems to have shifted from doing things for her to keeping her from doing too many things herself.  She's trying to be a good patient, but as we all know, that is not her nature. Her turn!OK,OK, so I try to do a few things on my own. In my defense  I have not been use to having everything done for me.  I have always been a care giver, not use to being on the receiving end.  A girl can only take so much!   I did relax in the lawn chair today.  Actually got a sun burn on my legs.  Have finished my book.  I didn't even take a nap!   As I continue to feel better every day.  I will have to try to not do too much.  I have been reading about what happens to women who start to feel good and forget their limitations.  Lets just say, I don't want to do that, but I understand how it happens.  I know that Dave will keep me on a short leash!.. It has been a relaxing week, but soon to come to an end.  I plan on returning to work on Monday and see how it goes.  I still tire quickly, but I think I will do OK.   I will let you know!  Dave is now snoring beside me, I guess this care giving stuff wears a person out!  Think I will turn out the light and join himThe (getting good as new) Princess and her Sleeping Prince Dave&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6811664891346178053-2423110775709879842?l=thunderbassworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2423110775709879842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6811664891346178053&amp;postID=2423110775709879842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2423110775709879842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6811664891346178053/posts/default/2423110775709879842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thunderbassworld.blogspot.com/2008/07/julie-report.html' title='The Julie Report'/><author><name>ThunderBass</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00270898988566849649</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_NIAHIGNqj6Q/SiVOcUleOII/AAAAAAAAAEs/HbY4xlabuk4/S220/3014_1159318341354_1179658290_478029_343182_s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
