On 12/16/2020, a rainy
Wednesday, at 3 PM on the dot, I had begun to write. I will continue
to write topically. Sermons are either topical or textual. I
remember. I hope that you were staying dry and that you will enjoy my
topical “life, such as it is,” update.
By the way I have set
up my website, so that you may sign up
for e-mail messages, when I post an article.
I will not know who you are. I will not know your e-mail address.
It's completely safe -- better than “Farcebook” on identity
protection. I signed myself up to receive e-mails for my own
articles! I can’t see, on my own website, that I signed myself up!
I just get an e-mail (one only so far, for the 12/13/2020 article),
when I post an article!
Since my 11/22/2020 article,
within the context of my 12/13/2020 article, the following has been
“life, such as it is,” to this date. Warm up a cup of coffee, and
read a while!
On 12/19/2020, Saturday, I
had continued. On 12/16/2020, I had written my initial section,
below, about Mom. On that date, I had been forestalled, by my efforts
to repair our microwave. A technician had arrived. The 2003 microwave
is toast (pun intended). We'll get another microwave. Otherwise, our
Sharp “Half Pint" microwave that we’ve had since the 1980’s
is in the kitchen. It had been in the basement, in protected storage.
It still works. We can still “zap" stuff!
On a cloudy Sunday afternoon,
I will finish and publish this article, finally. “Life, such as it
is," is interesting at times.
(11/24/1932 – 12/27/2000)
If you search “Mom,"
you will find several articles that I've written about Mom. She would
have been 88 years old, on 11/24/2020, if she’d lived. On that
Tuesday, I was working, at the office, instead of at home, in the
insanity of my schedule. I remembered.
On 12/28/1999, Mom, as we
found out later, did not have the flu. The cerebellar hemorrhage --
caused by her arteriovenous malformation, a birth defect -- had
leaked, not ruptured completely, which would have killed her. I’ve
written about the details in the past.
On 12/27/2000, Mom “went to
see Jesus," as she had stated, before she passed. I’ve written
about the details in previous articles. On 12/24/2000, I was with Mom
at Holston Valley Medical Center. I had signed the papers, to bring
Mom home to die, with hospice care. (That was the hardest task in my
life.) Before the ambulance, which I followed, came to transport Mom
home, she had stated to me (on that late Christmas Eve afternoon, as
darkness was falling), “You all must let me go. I want to go see
Last Christmas, 2019, we had
the 20-year Christmas tree. I wrote about it, with a photograph. This
year, we do not have a Christmas tree.
Mom, I love and miss you
bunches. I’ll see you again, at Home.
"Mask Mafia" Compliant
My youngest brother and his
family stayed home. They developed their appetites, by clearing and
burning leaves. That's a chore. I've helped my youngest brother a few
times in the past. Their many trees produce many leaves.
My next to youngest brother
did come here to eat Thanksgiving supper (6 PM) with us. Mrs.
Appalachian Irishman was happy that we had a guest.
Her family, living three
miles away, were “Mask Mafia" compliant. They enforced
compliance on my long-suffering wife. I “enjoyed” listening to
them “video conference” most of the afternoon. I interjected a
pithy comment at times. That was not much fun.
I should have gone hiking!
Mrs. Appalachian Irishman should have gone also!
My youngest brother and
his family drove down from my home town, to visit us, on Saturday,
11/28/2020. The "Mask Mafia" could not stop Ferrells from
standing against Corona Myopia Psychosis, even if we were sitting
mostly, while talking and enjoying seeing each other face-to-face,
with no masks (either physical or otherwise)!
In March 2005, we got
our desktop computer, from the Computer
Depot LLC, my now former
"computer guy." The total cost was $1,112.17. They had been
my “computer guy,” as needed, for upgrades and one repair. The
desktop has been a faithful servant. It still works. The 2 GB RAM,
however, is too slow for the demands of Windows 10. I had called,
with e-mail follow up, to my former "computer guy." I had
assumed that we'd do business again. I awaited a call or e-mail
reply, with their details. Crickets chirped. I left voice mail, with
my interest in doing business, if I could get an e-mail or phone
reply. Crickets still chirped. I fired my former "computer guy."
Tech 11 became my new "computer
guy!" On 11/27/2020, Friday, after the initial phone
conversation and e-mail follow up, I bought and brought home our new
desktop computer, with 16 GB RAM. The total cost was $678.83. The new
desktop is great! The only trouble that I had was fighting
"Microcrap," as I transfered files and programs from our
old desktop to our new desktop. I won the technology war! My computer
guy could have done it, but I wanted to.
I recommend highly Data
Tech 11 to anyone who has
computer related needs. Check out the website! They offer other types
of services also. On 12/7/2020, Pearl Harbor Day, I mailed a postal
letter to the owner, Michael Jesenick, with my highest praise and
recommendation. I hope that he uses my letter to promote his
business, as I encouraged him to do.
On a cloudy Sunday afternoon,
11/29/2020, I visited the homeplace. I did my usual tasks. I called
our across the road neigbors and spoke with them a while. They were
taking it easy indoors. The next two photographs are from the
The homeplace is doing well
enough. My new ol' truck still likes to get into a photograph!
Ferrell (11/30/1892 - 6/11/1971)
Molly Gertrude Archer
Ferrell, Granny Ferrell, had a heavenly birthday, on 11/30/2020. I
worked at home that day, in the insanity of my work schedule. I
Granny, I love you. I
remember. I’ll see you again, at Home.
By the way, winter
began on 12/1/2020. I know. I am right. On 12/4/2020, Friday (a work
at office day, based on the bureaucratic whatever schedule), my
"bionic" right foot step began to feel almost like my
normal left foot step! The right step is not exact yet, but I have
been feeling profound improvement, beginning that day! Since
6/16/2016, when I took my first three steps with the rolling walker,
I have seen gradual improvement. 12/4/2020 was a significant "step."
I amost cried! (As a man, I knew better.) The last time that I cried
was in early 2000, face on the floor, at the apartment, begging God
to restore Mom to good health.
My "bionic" left
shoulder and right knee are showing signs of good improvement also.
Of course, the "crossover reactions," as they are called,
are also "talking" to me. I deal with it all. I am going
forward, slowly, every so slowly, in my ten-year recovery process,
which started on 3/29/2016.
I do the usual chores
on Saturdays. 12/12/2020, Saturday, added three extras. My last new
cold virus compliant haircut was on 10/24/2020, seven weeks
previously, instead of the usual four. I needed a haircut. My fine
barber, at Tony's
Best Clips, Facebook, gave me another fine haircut. We had a
great conversation also.
Next, my new ol' truck
got a handwashing at Synergy
Auto Wash, Halls. The rain held off well enough. $13.00 is a
great price for a hand washed exterior plus tire clean. (I always
give a good tip.)
Finally, he got an oil
change at Halls Express
Lube. (He was happy.) Since the 8/22/2020 oil change, we'd racked
up only 1,835 miles, but it had been almost four months since that
oil change. The oil change location is a mask free zone. No employee
or customer has contracted the new cold virus there. The old oil came
out almost as clean as the new oil.
My “adoptive” sister, in
Missouri, sent me an e-mail, on 12/14/2020 (a work-at-home day). Her
daughter's birthday was that date. (Why didn't I remember?)
First, I called my “adoptive”
sister. We enjoyed catching up by phone. (Yes, I was wearing a mask,
to not transmit any asymptomatic new cold virus germs that I may have
to her.) I talked with her age 90 mother also.
Then, I called her daughter.
She's getting a bit of age on her now, but she is holding up very
well! That was another fine conversation. It had been a while!
My next to youngest brother
calls about every other weekend. He had called last weekend. He's
getting along well enough.
I thought that I'd get House
Mountain hike #175 yesterday, 12/19/2020, after hauling trash. My
youngest brother called, just as I was about to take a shower. We had
a long conversation. His family and he are enduring Corona Myopia
Psychosis well enough.
As I was about to drive off
to haul trash, my next-to-eldest brother called. (I'm the eldest.) He
left voice mail. I returned home, after trash hauling, to call him,
instead of going hiking. He has a new caregiver who is from Russia!
He passed his phone to her. We started in Russian. We switched to
English. We finished in Russian. She passed the phone back to my
brother. That was fun! He called it his Christmas gift to me!
Well, it took me five days,
from 12/16-20, to get this article published. "Life, such as it
is," does happen.
The Christmas gift to the
world was the immaculate conception of Jesus. He was born of a
virgin. He became a man. He lived and died as a man. He was
resurrected as Jesus the Christ. The Word had become flesh. He lives,
still eternally. He awaits all who have accepted his free gift, who
are living in honor of it.
Our 2019 Christmas tree was
the 20-year tree, marking the Christmas tree that Dad and I got for
our apartment, while Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and Mom shopped. There
is no 2020 Christmas tree. Mom became ill, on 12/28/1999. She "went
to see Jesus" on 12/27/2000. We didn't have a Christmas tree in
2000. We will not this year.
I trust that you all have
accepted the Christmas Gift. If not, send me an e-mail! I'll help you
accept it! My e-mail is in my profile.