Y’all keep turning right and going straight out there, ya hear?
Oh, by the way, “It’s Cold Gin Time Again” was a KISS song, back in the day. Here it is. Enjoy! Rock and roll! Git ‘er done! Urah!
The public journal and commentary, by M. Fearghail, started on 3/6/2006. As a Christian, I affirm the biblical worldview and the good in Appalachian-Irish heritage. “Topic Sections” opens articles by topic chronologically. Have a cup of coffee and read a while! My website is free – always. You're welcome to subscribe, contact me, and comment. My wife and I reside in northeast Tennessee. Our names, under “Authors,” have more information about us.
For my “millions” of readers, who were “sitting on pins and needles” wanting to know, here is the long-awaited update, to my last article! (You can breathe now!)
First, Molly doggy is doing great! That’s important and good!
My Ol' Truck (2006 Nissan Frontier)
Second, on 8/16/2019, Friday, in the late afternoon, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and “favorite” sister-in-law changed MY ESTABLISHED plan. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman drove my truck home, very “bravely,” after the computerized part was replaced! (They had commuted to/from work, in sister-in-law's car.) Now, that’s good! It was the first time that Mrs. Appalachian Irishman drove my truck.
My established plan had been to drive our car (2008 Honda Civic) from “Hadean Realm” office to Nissan dealership, get my truck, and have my wife drive the car – both to home. I only needed to drive our car home. It was easier on my “bionic” joints, at least.
Oh, by the way, Nissan, if the camshaft is working just fine, as it was, but the camshaft sensor started to blink out, why is there a camshaft sensor in the first place? Nissan has no clue to logic, of course. The unneeded sensor is a way for Nissan to make more money. It's not my truck's fault!
Oh, by the way, below is the best online photo of a ’06 Nissan Frontier camshaft sensor that I could find. It might be about the size of my thumb. It cost $145.58. Heck, I could get a new computer for not much more than that! I wish that I could drive an old truck, straight shift, which has plenty of metal and driver protection gear in it. That way, I’d avoid all this computerized truck stuff! It's still not my truck's fault! He can't help how Nissan built him!
'Cuz Lois' Birthday
Finally, I “hear tell” that my first ‘cuz Lois had an age 79 birthday today! (“Farcebook” check told me. Now, I have it for my own records also!)
Happy Birthday, ‘cuz Lois! Hey, I’m 20 years behind you! Do you think I’ll catch up to you? I remember now how I used to know your birthday. Your birthday is on the exact day, minus one month, as Dad’s. Dad was born 9/17/1927.
Well, y’all have fun out there, ya hear? Don’t forget to turn straight and go right! If so, we’ll all see each other in heaven soon!
Oopsy! The Appalachian Irishman has been a little silent lately. I have been enduring the workday routine. I am working toward state retirement, in eleven more months – if we can get farther along on paying off the mortgage.
Well, today, on a full moon, I must make a “life, such as it is,” update. I’m sure that my “millions” of readers out there are excited!
8/12/2019 in 8/12/1991 Context
First, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had to start “hitting a lick” at work, on 8/12/2019, Monday – after her way-too-long summer vacation.
That afternoon, my new, old truck showed me the “service engine soon,” “slip” yellow warning lights. Oh, well. I set an appointment for my truck, at the fix-it shop, for 8/15/2022 (Thursday). He rode well enough, despite the yellow warning lights.
Also, and most importantly, on 8/12/1991, Granny Wood (born 6/16/1901) went from this life to everlastingness. I was honored to conduct Granny’s funeral and graveside services.
8/15/2019 - “Fun”
On 8/15/2019, full moon Thursday, “favorite” sister-in-law came here, early in the morning. She picked up Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, so that they could go to work. (They commute, each one driving two or three days a week.) That way, I'd have our car and truck both here, as I will explain.
I burned a day off from my “Hadean Realm” state job. I took Molly, our doggy, for out-patient surgery. She had a bump on her lower left eyelid that would not go away, as the same bump on her lower right eyelid did. Molly is home. I took her, to our local veterinarian, in “yellow light warning” truck. Her surgery went well! I picked up Molly, in the car, after paying way too much money. All is well, in Molly world! (See “next,” as to why I got Molly, in our car.)
Next, I took my new, old truck to the I-won’t-ever-go-there-again Rusty Wallace Nissan dealership, on Clinton Highway, for the 1:30 PM fix-him-up appointment.
My new, old truck ran okay, despite the yellow warning lights. The way-too-computerized crankshaft sensor needs to be replaced. It will cost about $500.
Oh, sorry, the dealership said. They had one part in the right box, but it was the wrong part in that right box. That’s all they had. Deal with it!
So, some feller drove me home, as I DEMANDED, so that I could then go get Molly! The I-will-never-go-back-there Rusty Wallace Nissan dealership promises that they will have the right part in the right box, tomorrow, to fix my computerized truck. We’ll see. I doubt that the part will be in tomorrow.
More updates are coming! I’m sure that my “millions of readers” want to know! Y’all have fun out there, ya hear? Oh, it’s a full moon tonight.
On a date, after June, in the summer of 1974, Mom, probably, took the above photo. The photo includes: Dad (lower left); his two sisters, Aunt Carrie Davis and Aunt Lula Absher (farthest on top right) – the eldest of all eight siblings; and four of his five brothers: Uncle Bill (lower right), Uncle Paul (upper left), Uncle George (center, standing), and Uncle Carson (lower center). Uncle Roy, who, with family, lived in Washington DC, was not present.
The photo is a duplicate of the original. I had duplicates made on 12/17/2002. As I recall, I gave the duplicates to my three brothers and to Dad, as Christmas gifts, on 12/25/2002. (Mom went to see Jesus, on 12/27/2000.)
The year 1974, in our new Caney Creek Road home, was a great life transition, for the Earl and Betty Ferrell family! Also, I started high school that fall. I have many memories at the old Walter Livesay home, just off “dead man’s curve” on old Highway 11W. I have many memories at our Caney Creek Road home, where the above photo was taken.
On Saturday, 7/6/2019, two of my three brothers had photos taken, on about the same spot, at the Caney Creek Road homeplace. The “long-suffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman took the above photo. I am the eldest of the four sons of Earl and Betty Ferrell. I’m standing on the right, wearing my House Mountain T-shirt! (Let’s hike!) My youngest brother, Doug (aka “Dougly Doright”), is in the middle. Clark (next to oldest, aka Clark “Kent”) is on the left. Arthur could not attend the gathering, due to car difficulties, as he claimed.
During the afternoon, we visited and ate outside on the front porch. A little pop up shower joined us a while. Doug and the youngsters played in the front yard. I picked up and piled branches. Everyone was in and out of the home often. Clark wanted to repeat the same photo location, with us four boys (minus Arthur). That was a grand idea, Clark! We all had a great time!
The above is an extra photo that I took! You can see Clark and Doug, two of my three brothers.
The other family are, from left to right: Shanna (Clark's younger daughter). Shanna enjoyed going through Mom’s recipe books. She found and kept her old letter to Santa. Clark's older daughter, Alisha Barnette, and family, could not attend.
Next is the “long-suffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman. To my wife's left is Clark’s fourth wife (on Clark's right). On Clark's left is “Uncle” Skylar (Shanna’s son). Stacy – Doug’s wife, with Doug standing behind her – is next. Finally, Doug and Stacy's girls are Lillianna (the younger) then Ariel (first born).
The vehicle is Clark’s Nissan Pathfinder. The camera view is looking northeast. The ones in the photo are looking southwest.
Behind me (the photographer) and not in the image is the grapevine that still lives and produces grapes. The grapevine was a clipping from the grapevine that Granny and Papaw Wood had in their large back yard, at their home in Bean Station.
After Papaw died, in 1983, Granny began living with us. The grapevine continues.
I could write about many other family heritage memories, but it’s close to supper time. I hear Mrs. Appalachian Irishman finishing supper preparations. Let’s eat!
At this 7:03P, 7/7/2019, posting date, we have had supper (such as it was). Molly doggy is in. It's time to get ready to start another work week. Well, I had my one-day vacation this year, on Friday, 7/5/2019!
Today, 11/10/2022, website analytics showed that this article was viewed in the last 24 hours. Who viewed it? I don't know.
I updated the title and improved my grammar and style a little. By the way, happy birthday, today, Trina (our niece, daughter of “favorite” sister-in-law).
Early this morning, on 11/9/2022, website analytics showed that this article had one view, in the last 24 hours. Who viewed it? I don't know. I re-read what I'd published, on Sunday, 6/30/2019.
Today, I added this introduction. I also improved my grammar and style, in the body of the article. I'd written this article in a hurry. The article is on “life, such as it was” – from March to June of 2019 – written in the context of eleven gas fill-ups.
Ten Fill-Ups, in the Context of Life
On 3/28/2019, Thursday, as had been known a while, the Weigel’s in our “great metropolis” closed – to be destroyed and reborn as the new, improved, and larger Weigel’s – that stands there now, on the same spot. I was driving home from “the Hadean realm,” on an appropriately rainy day, to see the signs.
Well, that meant that the Appalachian Irishman had to get 100% gas – no 10% sugar for my new, ol' truck, just as it was with my dearly departed old, ol' truck – at the “Exxoff,” across the road, where their one 100% gas pump stands alone, on a corner.
You have to go in, state 100% gas fill-up, leave your credit card, fill up, return, pay, and then leave. So, for the following ten times, within the context of life, so noted, I “enjoyed” filling up at the Exxoff. All dates are Saturday, unless otherwise noted. My “bionic” right foot certainly did not like all the extra steps, on the asphalt and concrete.
(1) 3/30/2019, first tank: after my hike alone at Norris Dam State Park, I filled up for the first time. My “bionic” right foot is not bothered as much, on a hike in the woods – on natural soil. Asphalt and concrete are what aggravate my foot so harshly.
(2) 4/06/2019, second tank: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had out-patient, minor surgery, on Tuesday, 4/2/2019, to cut out a “lump of fat” (as I call it). The next day, I took another day off work, to tend to Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, who was doing very well. Also, I got an old tooth patch (from 2/24/2012, lower, left, front) – which had popped off – re-patched. Afterward the dentist, I hiked My Mountain (House Mountain) #158! On 4/6/2019, I got a haircut, went to the Tractor Supply, and got gas.
(3) 4/13/2019, third tank: see my 4/13/2019 post “4-13-2019: PAPAW FERRELL'S BIRTHDAY in 1880 & RUGER REPLACED” for other details. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was with me. Yep, I got gas also.
(4) 4/21/19 fourth tank, on Resurrection Sunday: my 4/21/2019 article, “Good Friday – Passover 4-19-2019,” details our 4/20/2019 visit with my family.
In the afternoon, on 4/21/2019, after visiting with the in-laws, I got gas alone.
A very friendly female employee, about my age, worked the gas purchase. She tried to “up sell” me a corn dog. I declined, politely. I’d told the in-laws, before leaving, that I needed to “hunt me a corn dog,” but I did eat a bite, before I left their house.
Then, the overly friendly female – on Resurrection Sunday, of all days – tried to “up sell” herself to me! She stated, with a smile and blink, “I can give you whatever you want!” That’s the first pass that any woman has given me, since I acquired bionic body parts, in 2016! That was just funny! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, however, was not amused, when I told her!
4/27/2019, note: I got 100% gas in west Morristown, after Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I had a fine time with three good friends and the father of one good friend. By the way, that’s the day that I got a CD stuck in the CD player of my new, ol' truck. Anyone know how to get it out? I’ll pay money for actual help! Yes, it’s still stuck!
(5) 5/05/2019, Sunday, fifth tank: it was a rainy day and two days after the birthday anniversary of one of my good friends. I “love” to fill up the tank in the rain.
(6) 5/11/2019, sixth tank: I had conversed by phone with the man, whose son mows the yard at the homeplace. They're in business together. That was a fine conversation!
(7) 5/18/2019, seventh tank: two days before the fill-up, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I celebrated, in the context of routine work days, our thirty-third wedding anniversary at home. Aside from getting gas, on 5/18/2019, we also shop vacuumed the basement and tried to patch a leaking pipe.
(8) 5/25/2019, eighth tank: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was with me, for the fill-up, in hunt of the prior-stated female flirter! The flirter wasn't there. Before the fill-up, we'd seen a good neighbor and friend, in the ICU. We could only see him at a distance.
(9) 6/01/2019, ninth tank: this was the first day of summer! (I don’t care what anyone else says!) Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I had a fine visit with our good neighbor and friend and his wife. He was still hospitalized but in a regular room. Several days later, however, he was able to return home, fully recovered!
Then, we got gas, and Mrs. Appalachian Irishman hunted for the flirter! The flirter was there, but Mrs. Appalachian Irishman didn’t spot her. I saw her. I kept my mouth shut! It was just funny!
I still haven’t told Mrs. Appalachian Irishman. I don’t want her to go to jail, for assaulting the flirter! (If she has read this article, she hasn't yet posted a comment!)
Afterward, we went to the IGA. I walked from the IGA to the nearby Dollar General, to get a new beard trimmer. My “bionic” right foot and knee took the pounding but “talked” to me.
(10) 6/09/19 tenth tank: see my 6/9/2019 article – “LIFE CHANGES – HUNT DOWN THE SOB!” – for more details. Today was the eleventh and final “Exxoff” 100% gas fill-up! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was with me, after we had visited at her folks. The day was cooler, so she stayed in the truck. My flirter was there again! You should have come in the store with me, dear!
My “6/15/2019 GAS UPDATE!” article glorifies my first purchase of 100% gas at the new and improved Weigel's! On 6/29/2019, I filled up at the new store for the third time.
By the way, my flirter doesn’t work
at the new Weigel’s!
Here's another point of humor. My desk calendar states that tomorrow (7/1/2019) is “Canada Day.” What the heck it that, and why is it on my “At-A-Glance” calendar?
Also, as a future reference – since only God knows the future, and he keeps the details secret – from 7/4/2019 to 7/7/2019, I have a four-day “retirement” plan. Let’s see what happens!
On this, “it’s hot, it’s dang hot,” late Saturday afternoon, you have my post! Ain’t it great!
Today, I did the usual stuff: trash hauling, haircut (a week early), good truck wash, Tractor Supply, get gas, etc. It’s the “usual mundane whatever.”
In the mundane context, there are three points of humor. First, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I have the dubious “joy” of providing PRN doggy daycare, for daughter of sister-in-law’s “dogcat,” Pepper. She’s a little dog that acts more like a cat. That “dogcat” isn’t sleeping here over night again! The only time she did, on 3/22-23/2019, was far too traumatic for Molly (our fine, good, regular dog) and us!
Second, a good friend in Arkansas finally figured out that he should reply to my reply to his last e-mail. My reply was barely over a year ago. He’s figuring out the details. I won’t wait a year until I reply to him. It’s just funny! A year, as in a life, is just a blink of an eye anyway. No worries, my good friend!
Third, I sent an online message to a local radio show host, whom I do respect as a fellow Christian, regarding the name of his Sunday TV show. The name is “Anything is Possible.” For fun, I quibbled with him that the show should be named “Anything that is Possible is Possible,” since the logically impossible is not possible!
Oh, just do some research into the classic moral argument for the existence of the God of the Bible or into the atheist’s argument from the so-called problem of evil, which can be turned around on an atheist into an argument for the existence of the God of the Bible.
I would go into more theological and logical detail, but it’s about 5 PM. I’m hungry, and sister-in-law just now arrived to pick up “dogcat!”
This is a brief follow up to my 6/23/2019 article that mentioned “the challenge status,” of my interaction with a local atheist group. On 6/26/2019, Wednesday, the atheist show was again on the local TV channel. Mrs. Appalachian Irishmen, Molly, and I watched. (Molly wasn’t too interested). The usual boring dribble started.
I almost changed the channel. Just in time, a guy called in! He asked, regarding my 6/19/2019 call in to the show and my debate challenge.
The caller questioned the two atheists – the older man, with whom I’d talked on 6/23/2019, and a younger atheist. He wanted to know the status of my debate challenge.
I listened, in glee, as the older atheist squirmed and made various points of reply. It was grand to watch a caller wonder why the older atheist hasn’t taken the next step yet! The caller was my “devil’s advocate!”
Well, as of this article, I have had no further response from the older atheist. I doubt that I’ll receive one! Who knows? If my “bionic” body can endure the asphalt and concrete, I may surprise the atheists at their local, weekly gathering spot that I know.
My purpose will be to help the atheists toward theism, eventually, to bring them to salvation through Jesus, by God’s grace.
Let’s see what happens!
The Challenge Status
6/19/2019, Wednesday: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I are home -- after my “rich, full” workday and after her final day of a two-day unpaid “training,” during her summer vacation from work.
We’re relaxing, with Molly on the couch between us. Channel surfing found the usual local access channel. The atheist show was on live this time!
Knowing me as I do, I had to call in, again. It’d been a few months since my last call in. I cut to the chase. I offered to engage them in a public, formal debate, with details to be of mutual agreement. Off the air, I swapped e-mail and phone numbers with the main atheist. To my surprise, he called about 9 PM, for about a 20-minute conversation. He seemed interested. He stated that he would post feedback requests from his group, on their websites (one on “Farcebook,” the other an actual site).
I expected to receive an e-mail from the man or, at least, to see where he’d posted his feedback requests on the websites. As of this entry, 6/23/2019, in the evening, I have had no further contact from the gentleman, nor have I seen any website postings.
We’ll see what happens!
Age “6” Birthday Surprise!
On 6/21/2019, Friday, the wife of a good friend, who is also a good friend, attained the age of “6.” (That was one day after my oldest sister-in-law attained Sammy Hagar age. Figure out the song!)
Well, today, we joined many others for a surprise age “6” birthday party for her! A fine time was had by all!
A person attains age “6” only once in a lifetime! Celebrate! We did! (Sorry, I didn't take any photographs.)
On Granny Wood’s birthday anniversary (in 1901) and Father’s Day, I did House Mountain hike #159! (It was hike #23 with “bionic” body parts.) I told you that I would! Enjoy the photos. I didn’t take a photo, as usual, of my new ol' truck. I was distracted, on leaving, by a young man from Alaska. He was using my passenger side truck windows as a mirror, to do whatever he was doing, to get ready to hike. He was a nice young man. Alaska has winter. Russia has winter. I don’t recall, exactly, when we had a winter, a real winter, here!
It’s the usual west bluff photo, with my trusty canteen in the shot. I made the hike up in 33 minutes. Well, before the “bionic” body parts, on a warm day, 25 minutes would be okay. My usual time is about 30 minutes now, with “bionic” body parts. The heat and wiping sweat slowed me down a bit.
This is the middle bluff, looking west/northwest. You’ve seen similar photos before, as I have taken many. I had a good breeze to cool me off. This view is for you, Granny Wood!
I had hiked up the west trail, then across the ridge east, to the middle bluff. I decided to hike the reverse, coming out. The photo above is the same west trail bluff, where you saw my canteen before. I have to take a different route every now and then!