Introduction
Well, howdy to each online reader!
I started writing this article four days ago, when I worked from home. For an unknown reason, my employer thinks that it is reasonable for me to do the exact same work at home one week and then at the office the next week, in a weekly rotation.
Today, a Saturday, I’m getting around to finishing what I started. Always finish what you start, if it’s good.
The Nominal from an Everlasting Perspective
Since the Memorial Day article from 5/25/2020, a few nominal, from an everlasting perspective, events have happened. The day after I published that article, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and my “favorite” sister-in-law traveled in our car to and from their teaching jobs to do something. The school system has been closed, due to COVID-19, since 3/16/2020. Their summer break started on 6/1/2020.
Also on that day, our COVID-19 “stimulus check” from “Uncle” finally arrived. The federal money was probably borrowed from China, the nation that started the COVID-19 insanity.
On Monday, 6/1/2020, meteorological summer began! The day also started my week of work at the office. Apparently, the bureaucratic powers decided that I will work at the office one week and then from home the next week, in a weekly rotation. It’s insanity, of course! It’s easier for me to walk five seconds from the master bedroom to my home office than to drive 16.4 miles one way to do the same exact job at the office.
Wednesday, 6/3/2020, involved two items. First, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had her most recent medical appointment for a relatively minor health problem. She’ll be fine. No, it’s not the new cold virus! Secondly, “Uncle” Skyler reached the grand age of 12. I called him, and we talked. He’s a fine young man who is coming along nicely! I’m proud of you, “Uncle” Skyler! By the way, this entry about “Uncle” Skyler is not nominal! He is important! The placement happened to be here.
On 6/6/2020, the 76th anniversary of D-Day (mentioned in the 6/6/2020 article), I had another COVID-19-compliant haircut! I’d called my barber earlier that morning to set up the compliant appointment. My barber can’t yet return to being a free barber in a free nation by taking walk-ins, as had been usual. Of course, I had a fine haircut. Afterward, I bought Molly, our “old puppy,” some treats at the Tractor Supply. I saw one person wearing a mask, among the several who were there.
As a side note, this nation has gone insane again. A white police officer is facing justice for killing a black man, whom he had placed in a very bad type of chokehold, which, apparently, killed the black man. The news and social media are rife with stories and comments. Various television channels are covering this now, instead of the new cold virus stuff.
Protests in a civilized fashion are valid, because of our God-given rights, as affirmed but not given in the Constitution. Rioting and looting, however, are not valid. It will all stop eventually. The white police officer and the other officers involved are facing judgment. I hope that the black man, who was killed, and the officers were or are ready for everlasting judgment. That’s the big picture, y’all!
Final (12th) Massage
On Sunday afternoon, 6/7/2020, I had my final (12th) deep tissue massage. That finished my one-year agreement. The massage was good, as usual. I can get along without them. If the management had sense, they would agree to my offer to set up massage appointments every eight weeks, instead of every four weeks, where I pay on the date of the massage and not in advance.
My every-four-week massages have usually been on Saturdays. I had to arrange a Sunday afternoon appointment, since the therapist, who has done most of the massages, wasn’t available the day before, which was the 76th anniversary of D-Day.
Norris #20
I have been feeling the itch to hike in the woods. I did it! My 20th hike at Norris Dam State Park is in my hiking log! There is a little trail above the west dam overlook. The trail starts on a county line, so I hiked in two counties in one day! Of course, it’s not much of a trail or much of a hike, but it was too warm and muggy for anything else. The sun was out.
The above photograph is looking roughly southeast and up on the trail (or service road) to where I was hiking next.
The above photograph looks roughly northwest and down on the same trail (service road), up which I’d just hiked.
I took all three of the above photographs a few minutes apart. I was standing in about the same spot for each image. The last one above is looking roughly northwest and down. Do you see my silver 2006 Frontier? I do! He’s resting on the paved road that leads to the west overlook.
I didn’t get enough sweat or workout in one loop. So, I hiked the little loop trail twice. I came out each time at the west overlook. The next two photographs are from the more civilized west overlook, or tourist location, on my final loop.
I wondered, “Who is in that blue pickup truck at the curve?” Both views look northeast. The views were grand! I’ve seen them several times.
I was ready to get back to the house. The final photograph is next.
Yes, my truck was still there, awaiting my return! Of course, I had to take off my hiking T-shirt that was soaked in sweat to change into the dry T-shirt that I had on when I'd arrived. My truck waited patiently.
Age 14
Thursday, 6/11/2020, was the anniversary of Granny Ferrell’s passing in 1971. I have fond childhood memories of Granny Ferrell. I’ll see her again at our everlasting home one of these fine days.
The next day, Friday, 6/12/2020, the elder daughter of my youngest brother and his wife turned fourteen years old! That day, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman “hunted” her a few birthday gifts. I spoke by phone with my youngest brother. His birthday daughter was too busy having fun to talk!
In June 1974, the Earl and Betty Ferrell household, which included my three younger brothers and me, moved from the Livesay farmhouse, which Mom and Dad had been renting, to our new homeplace. Mom remembered the exact move-in date. I can’t remember it, but I know that it was in June. The next month, I reached the grand age of fourteen. I started high school that fall.
Our niece, the elder daughter of my youngest brother and his wife, was a member of the Bulls Gap Lady Bulldogs basketball team that finished fourth in the state! The article from 2/9/2020 highlights that victory! That fine memory will continue to build our niece's character in a proper manner. Dear niece, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I are proud of you, your younger sister, and your godly parents! We love y’all!
Conclusion
Well, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman is in the early stages of preparing supper. Let’s eat soon, y’all! By the way, Molly, our “old puppy,” is doing very well. We have very interesting conversations at times. I’m still learning to speak dog language. Molly is learning to understand my English and Russian.
My article tomorrow may have a few remarks about the new cold virus (which some folks can’t seem to let go) and the newest racial tension drama (which is driven by propaganda and a hidden agenda).
Didn’t y’all learn the childhood song? “Red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight.” Look for additional words of wisdom on this topic tomorrow, if I can get around to writing it.
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