Introduction
Well, at 5:29 PM on a windy and sunny late Sunday afternoon, how are y'all? The rain yesterday for most of the day was fun. The result for me was no weekend hike.
Life, Such As It Is, Update
Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was off work and on spring break last week. She endured. She cleaned out the front porch flower bed. Furthermore, she accomplished other tasks at her father's house, but not too many around here. She did the best that she could.
I am still drudging along, working from home on Monday through Wednesday and at the office on Thursday and Friday. I am surviving. Last Monday was our usual every-four-week chiropractic appointment. I wonder if I am enduring another setback, in a countless number of setbacks, to go forward. This one involves my left shoulder. I will know in a few weeks. I endure.
Thursday, 4/8/2021, was Holocaust Remembrance Day. Did you remember? I did. The series “Band of Brothers” was televised last evening, which was fitting. I will not go into the historical details of the Holocaust now. A person can research all the facts. The Holocaust happened, despite the claims of the false propaganda.
Friday, 4/9/2021, was the birthday of my younger brother, who is closest to me in age. (I am the oldest of the four sons of Earl and Betty Ferrell.) I called him after work. We talked for a while. His family and he were getting along well enough. I know other details, which I will not mention here.
Saturday, 4/10/2021, would have been the birthday of my mother-in-law, Phyllis Ann House Gordon (4/10/1941–4/30/2017). Almost four years have passed since she went to her heavenly home. Maw Gordon, as I called her, was a good mother-in-law. My wife and her Gordon family endured the day well enough. It gets a little easier as time passes. I wonder what my mother-in-law, my mother (Betty Lou Wood Ferrell), and so many others are doing now. I know that they are having more heavenly joy than we are here on this temporal speck of dust. Hey, Lord, when will you call “everyone out of the pool”? We, most of those I know, are ready to go home and join so many others who are there! We will wait since you aren't coming back today—unless you do in a few more hours.
Yesterday, ironically, we received a postal letter regarding the speed bump plan for our subdivision. About eight months ago in the warm weather, a neighbor instigated an effort by Knox County to install two speed bumps in our little subdivision. (They call them speed humps, which is a euphemistic expression.) Months went by. I assumed that the petition phase had stopped the insanity. Apparently, it did not.
Today, I took some time to finish a letter, which I started yesterday, to Knox County. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman bought the extra envelopes and stamps that I needed. We have 22 neighbors in this quiet and peaceful subdivision. Tomorrow, I will have flagged up for delivery from our mailbox 23 postal letters. One goes to Knox County. The other 22 go to our neighbors. I could, of course, hand-deliver the letters to our neighbors, but the post office could use the money.
Well, we will see what happens. I may win or lose. Our subdivision does not need speed bumps! Either way, I am standing against the bureaucratic insanity, which a neighbor who went overboard inspired last year.
Conclusion
This has been only a brief update. I have another article on “Corona Myopia,” etc., in my mind. Supper, however, is almost ready. The time is now 6:15 PM. Let's eat!
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