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Sunday, November 10, 2019

11/10/19, HOUSE MOUNTAIN #161


Howdy, y’all!

By the way, as a side note, to yesterday’s “11/9/19, SATURDAY SOLILOQUY,” I had hoped to get up to the homeplace, to do some work, but my “bionic” left shoulder that is ricocheting into my back muscles and, especially, left hip, did NOT agree. So, I let my left shoulder win, this time only!

Today is niece-in-law’s birthday. (If “sister-in-law” is correct, then way don’t we say “niece-in-law?” She is my sister-in-law’s daughter! I digress, of course.) So, for niece-in-law and for all the veterans, both living and having moved Home (especially the veterans in the Fearghail clan), I hiked House Mountain #161, alone, again, as usual!

Of course, it is still too warm, but the day was sunny. Any day in the woods is better than a day not! Enjoy the photos!

The above was all that was left of me! Ha! Why did I wear my short sleeve hiking shirt? My T-shirt would have been enough. This is my usual photo on the west bluff. It took me 34 minutes, from start to my rock touch spot. One of these days, maybe, I might get back to the 24-minute time. My “bionic” right foot and right knee still don’t allow me to be anything more than a lame mountain goat.


This photo was my route to my rock-touch-check-my-time spot, earlier. I was on my way down, but I thought I’d take a photo of the way up and down, again, for fun! There were way too many pine beetles attaching themselves to me, on this too warm day.

I forgot to take a photo of my new ‘ol truck again! Sorry, ‘ol truck! I was trying to figure out how to get out of our parking spot, with the various vehicles around us! Please forgive me! Thank you! (My ‘ol truck just said, “you are forgiven!”) Ha!

Oh, speaking of pine beetles, look for my future post, regarding my deeper musings, inspired by The Beatles’ song “The Fool On The Hill." You won’t want to miss it! Keep turnin’ right and goin’ straight out there!


Saturday, November 09, 2019

11/9/19, SATURDAY SOLILOQUY


Well, evenin’, y’all! Do you think them thar Louisiana Tigers will whop them thar Alabama Elephants? We’ll see.

This was a technobabble, “interweb” win bunch of “fun” week!

11/4/19, Monday: Singh, from Jaipur, India, established that my Norton protection and computer speed was as good as it can get, until “Microcrap” gets more money out of my back pocket, to upgrade to “Winders 10.” I like what I have. Why are you stopping support in January? Oh, yeah, you want even more money!

11/6/19, Wednesday: my Yoder’s Store Tonic that I’d ordered on the “interweb” on 11/1/19 arrived! I “interweb” commented a good note to their “interweb” blog guy’s blog. (See WordPress, below.)

Today, 11/9/19, Saturday (hence, the “Soliloquy” title; it rhymes): I got on that thar “interweb” again! I set up my savings account that Papaw Ferrell started for me when I was a boy, when the bank had another name, to “talk to” our local bank! Hey, now I can transfer money from local bank to my Papaw Ferrell savings account, without the need to make a deposit in person! That’ll keep my Papaw Ferrell savings account from going dormant again! For years, even decades, I’ve had to send the postal letter, telling the savings account folks not to send my account to the State, as an unclaimed property! No more! Hey, I’m into the last part of the 20th century, finally! (Oh, by the way, later today, I set me up a WordPress blog account, to bring in even more “millions” of readers to this my blog!)

Of course, I should have been born in 1860. Then, I could have been “my own grandpaw!” (You know the song!)

Y’all keep turnin’ right and goin’ straight out there!

Sunday, November 03, 2019

11/3/19 SUNDAY MUSINGS & HOUSE MOUNTAIN #160



Well, howdy, y’all! On a great weather for hiking weekend, here I “sot,” not having hiked. Why, you ask? Well, read below on House Mountain #160! Wisdom dictates: let the right heel heal more!

The following is the chronological update, since my last entry. I know that my “millions” of readers have been concerned!

10/8/19, Yom Kippur at sundown: before sundown, after work-a-day, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I talked with neighbor to our northeast, in his yard. He’s a fine fellow and family. Neighbor to our west was strolling along, with his grandson in a stroller. These two neighbors don’t get along. We get along with each one. We spoke to strolling along neighbor. Northeast neighbor didn’t. Y’all grow up and make friends! Aren’t y’all old enough to do so?

10/9-13/19: a good cousin of mine, to communicate with me, texts Mrs. Appalachian Irishman a few times. We, as cousins, talked by phone on 10/13/19, regarding a family get together that good cousin and family have planned for 10/26/19. Hey, ‘cuz! Just call ME anytime! Ha!

10/10/19: our mower guy mowed for first time since 9/20/19. (Why he mowed then is a mystery, during the September drought.) I figure that I owe him money, but I called him, and he said no. Ok, I think that my bookkeeping is better than yours, but if you don’t need to be paid, it’s fine.

10/11/19, Friday: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I are both off work. She had the airbag recall (from 2016) on the car fixed finally at no cost. She gave Molly puppy a much-needed bath. I had my annual physical exam. My good doctor bragged, in his words, “again, as usual,” on my great blood work! Maybe I’ll see his wife and him, again, hiking My Mountain. (I saw them on 03/4/18 hike #146)!

Oh, on the same day, the Comcrap fight started and is still ongoing! Take away TCM and make me pay the same money for one less channel? So far, I’ve won a draw. We have a free set of movie channels that we don’t watch, and we did not get the $20 one-time discount promised. Watch me win!

10/12/19, Saturday: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I visited youngest brother and his family, in my hometown. We picked up/brought lunch from Green Tomato Grill to them/us. That was a fine visit – except for the very rare Georgia Bulldogs loss and Tennessee “Vowels” win. Argh! Oh, on the way home, I bought another bottle of tonic. The last time I bought the tonic had to have been in the summer of 2015, before “pre-metal” days. Here’s the photo of the 2015 purchase and the 10/12/19 (not 11/12/19!) purchase. They went up a couple of dollars. An ounce a day does the body whatever it does! Ha!



11/1/19, Friday, update: the Amish Yoder’s are gettin’ fancy! They have an “Interweb” site! I ordered me three, count ‘em, three more bottles, on the “Interweb,” with free shipping!

10/14/19: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman is still off work-a-day, on “fall break.” That means: I had “cat-dog” surprise, when I finished my work-a-day! Oh, well. Also, the County Animal Control Sheriff unit was at fourth new neighbor’s. Hum, what’s up? 9:19 PM, I took a call from west neighbor (the same that was strolling along). He stated: he and grandson in stroller were strolling along as usual, when “white dog” (not “brown dog”) attacked! He had bite marks on his leg. The grandson was not injured, thankfully! Now, we know what happened! Oh, as of this entry, “white dog” and “brown dog” are still alive. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman saw them outside once. Fourth new neighbor must be keeping them inside mostly now. “White dog” should be dead!

10/19/19, Saturday: it was my usual once every four weeks haircut and Tractor Supply. Hey, they have plenty of pecan logs now!

10/20/19, Sunday: rain. When will I get hike #160 on “My Mountain?” Read on!

10/26/19, Saturday: I had my fifth deep tissue, one-hour, massage, at 12 PM. My youngest brother had to work. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I had hoped we could attend good cousin’s family get together, in my hometown. We didn’t make it, unfortunately. I voice mailed my good cousin twice, in hope that I could convey my gift of the blarney by phone at least. No reply yet.

10/27/19, Sunday: finally, I get a hike! It’s my House Mountain hike #160! (That’s eight score, you know?) Even if it was a bit muddy, cloudy, and too warm for this time of year, any day in the woods is better than not! Enjoy the photos! Oh, by the way, the final photo is of my bloody right sock! It seems that the scab on the back of my heal might, after almost three and a half years, be starting to come off all the way! That’s progress! (Don’t look at the sock photo, if you don’t like the sight of blood and a piece of scab!) I tore holes in both socks also! What fun! It was great!

View from west bluff, looking southwest.


View of the valley to the north, on the ridge line.

First view from the middle bluff, looking north toward the valley.


Second view from middle bluff, looking west. The west bluff is visible.

My reliable, new, ‘ol truck loves to have his photo taken! He reached 169,000 miles, on the dot, a very few tenths of a mile, after we left the parking lot! My House Mountain hike #160. My truck reaches 169,000 miles! Cool!

I told you not to look! Ha!

10/29/19, Tuesday: 3/29/16 was my I-got-hammered-time (i.e., 25 surgically installed metal pieces in three joints). (Read my 8/26/16 post, “I’M STILL ALIVE – WHY?”) This was my 3.5-year anniversary of that “fun.” It was also Mrs. Appalachian Irishman’s parents’ wedding anniversary. Of course, my mother-in-law has gone to a better world. (Read my 6/14/17 post, “Mother’s Day, 5/14/17.) We had our every-four-week chiropractic appointment, after work, again, as usual. As usual, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had her adjustment and left, leaving me with the tab. Good job, dear! After arriving home, I took my first Free Cell (mind numbing) loss on this computer, after however many wins in a row. (What was I thinking? It’s easy!) The Free Cell game loss on this day is fitting! Ha!

10/30/19, Wednesday: while on the way to work-a-day, my new ‘ol truck attained 170,000 miles! I remember the Ailor Gap Road spot!

10/31/19, Thursday/Halloween: after my usual hot shower/cold rinse/rubbing alcohol rub (i.e., for “bionic” joints), I found a tick on the back of my right shoulder! Now, where had he been all this time, since House Mountain hike #160? I pulled him off, rubbed the red spot in alcohol, and went on to the insanity of work-a-day “whizbang” silliness! At work, those women had wanted to dress up in a theme, again. I came as “a hiker,” again, as usual! I wore an old pair of jeans, my short sleeve hiking shirt, my hiking ball cap, and my boots. I had my canteen and knife sheath too. Those women need to grow up! Well, it rained all day, with temperature dropping into a more fall like feel! We had once set, in two cars, of about five trick-or-treaters who were brave enough in the weather, to come hunt candy! Molly doggie loved it! It was Molly doggie’s forth birthday anniversary! She had a great time, for a few moments!

11/2-3/19 weekend: well, we have great hiking weather. Wisdom dictated that I not hike, since the half gone scab on my right heel is still healing! Oh well, maybe; yes certainly, if there is power in my body, I will hike next weekend! I have will in my spirit!

Hey, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, when’s supper?

Y’all keep turnin’ right and goin’ straight out there, ya hear?





Sunday, October 06, 2019

10/6/19 SUNDAY MUSINGS


Well, “hear I sot” close to supper time, a ramblin’ on, as usual! Howdy, to all my “millions” of readers, who gave up the “Farcebook” scam to join me here!

I DO NOT want to “hit a lick” in work-a-day world tomorrow, but how many of us, honestly, do?

10/1/19 was the usual after work-a-day monthly chiropractor, which followed monthly deep tissue massage, on 9/28/19 Saturday. Maybe I’m making s-l-o-w progress. We’ll see.

10/5/19, Saturday: what do you know? I may have forced the Interweb banking two accounts to talk to each other and to take/send the green stuff when I tell them to! It’s a win for me, so far! Also, I vmailed my youngest brother, in Russian, on his landline twice and cell phone once. No reply yet. I assume that his family and he are plinking and plunking along okay. (I’m 1.25 hrs. way, too far to know.) Oh, how ‘bout my ‘Dawgs’! We beat them thar “Vowels” into the ground on their home field! Urah! ‘Dawgs’, you might want to start full speed, even if a nobody opponent, in the future. You’ve done the same twice now. Get serious! (I have to tell my ‘Dawgs’ a thing or two also!) Lastly, well, what do you know? We had a bit of thunder and some rain over night. Is fall coming? We’ll see. You know, we broke heat records, from 1884, lately. Papaw Ferrell was four years old then. I wonder what he did to cause “global climate change” back then? Ha! I NEED cool, fall weather, to hike!

10/6/19, Sunday: since yesterday, I’ve tried to impose myself into an upcoming debate, regarding Christ’s second coming. (See my 10/5/19 post.) Some people just have too much free time on their hands! Ha! Come soon, LORD, come soon! I took me a good Epson salts soak this morning, just “for fun!” One of these days, maybe, my muscles and various muscular tissues will quit their pulling and tugging and leave me alone! Otherwise, I endure, day by day! Let’s hike a ridge! It ain’t fun, moving about as a fine tuned racecar, but with a busted up suspension, daily. I suppose that I will keep doing so, until I die or the LORD returns. Return, LORD; return soon!

Hey, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, I’m gettin’ hungry! When’s vitals? Ha! Y’all keep turnin’ right and goin’ straight out there, ya hear?

Saturday, October 05, 2019

THE COMING OF CHRIST – A DEBATE WON EASILY (published 10-5-2019)

Introduction

Today, Saturday, 10/5/2019, the Appalachian Irishman, very bravely, made a rare venture into his “Farcebook” account. I had to waste time, by ignoring all the reposts of posts, strange third party reposts, advertisements, marketplace advertisements, and “friend” recommendations.

I happened to see a post by a man, with whom I had attended Tennessee Bible College (fall of 1983 to spring of 1984).

The Upcoming Debate

That man will debate another man on 10/11-12/2019, regarding “the second and final coming of Christ took place in the fall of Jerusalem in 70 AD” or “is yet future.” I was interested.

My “Intrusion” into the Debate

This article is my “intrusion” into the upcoming debate. Let me see. I just re-read, for who knows how many times, 1 Corinthians chapter 15, the entire chapter.

Of course, many other texts prove that Christ's second coming is in the future, but this chapter is sufficient. The inspired apostle Paul stated, as part of his eloquence, in that chapter:

For as in Adam all die, so in Christ all will be made alive. But each in turn: Christ, the firstfruits; then, when he comes, those who belong to him. Then the end will come, when he hands over the kingdom to God the Father after he has destroyed all dominion, authority and power. For he must reign until he has put all his enemies under his feet. The last enemy to be destroyed is death. (1 Corinthians 15:22-26, NIV)

I won!

The second coming of Christ is future – unless y’all have seen:

– that death has been destroyed (from the above quote),
– the visible return of Christ in the clouds (see Rev. 1:7),
– the resurrection of ALL the dead (see 1 Cor. 15:51-53; 1 Thess. 4:16-17),
– and the “twinkling of an eye” transformation of ALL the still living at his return, “at the last trumpet” (1 Cor. 15:52)!

By the way, aren’t people still dying every day – unfortunately?

Conclusion

Let’s see. The physical remains of Mom, Dad, both sets of my grandparents, my uncle Bobby, all my aunts and uncles, my mother-in-law, and many, many others remain in their graves.

I’m still standing here. I ain’t breathing hard. I have NOT been, “in the twinkling of an eye,” transformed. I certainly would enjoy that transformation, since my “bionic” body parts are “talking to me” today!

Do you see, therefore, how easily that I have won this upcoming debate – by my intrusion? Isn't time supposed to end at Christ’s second coming? What time is it now?


Sunday, September 29, 2019

9/29/19 SUNDAY MUSINGS


Let’s keep the title pattern a goin’ a bit. Recon? Why not?

Sunday, 9/22/19, was “cat dog” surprise! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman informed me, without my choice option, that she was going to get “cat dog,” to stay with us, to “cat dog sit,” until “favorite” sister-in-law did afternoon errands. Well, Molly (our doggie) and I survived, once again! “Favorite” sister-in-law came, got “cat dog,” and rescued Molly and me!

Monday, 9/23/19: well, what do you know? At the end of work-a-day, we had a little, puny, pop up shower! The drought it over! Not! Ha!

Wednesday, 9/25/19: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had a one-year follow up medical appointment, for one of her several 2018 appointments “fun.” The 2018 series of medical stuff involved: “what happened to you? We don’t know? You are fine! Come back in a year, if you want to.” She wanted to, apparently. What do you know? She’s still fine! That’s the way to get out of a day’s work, dear! Proud of you!

Oh, I almost forgot! Also, on 9/25/19, for some unknown and totally illogical reason, the State of Tennessee bureaucracy, in it’s infinite ability to be completely incapable, send me an e-mail rejection, regarding an application for a State job, to which I NEVER applied! It’s bureaucracy in its finest hour (at least at the State level)! Ha! Don’t get me started on federal bureaucracy and on all the federal “govrmint” folks that drone on about nothing on the 24/7 news channels that I watch rarely, when nothing else is on TV! One of these days, we all had better learn to speak Arabic, Spanish, Mandarin, or Russian! (But wait! I speak Russian! Ha!)

Thursday, 9/26/19: after work-a-day insanity, as usual, I drove home in a good little pop up rain, but the closer I came to home, the less rain was dropping. I think that I found one or two rain drops in the yard! Hey! We are making rain progress here! I need to continue my evening rain dances in the back yard!

Friday, 9/27/19: while stuck at the only Gibbs center “mega metropolis” traffic light (red, of course, three times!), on my way to TGIF work-a-day insanity, again, as usual, I happened to notice that my new, ‘ol truck was at 169,000 miles exactly and at 135 miles on my last 9/21/19 gas fill up! Now, to an Appalachian Irishman, that’s worthy of a note here. Therefore, it is so noted. Ha!

Saturday, 9/28/19: on the way to hauling trash, monthly deep tissue massage, and getting gas routine, I saw two good neighbors, husband and wife, out walking. I was in a hurry, spoke briefly, and called the man after arriving home! That’s the way we do this in our good neighborhood!

By the way, Saturday was my fourth, monthly deep tissue massage that is followed by my usual monthly chiropractic appointment (10/1/19) upcoming. I don’t know, but maybe, just maybe, in a few or several more months or years, the soft tissue damage that is still recovering will recover back to the way it was before 3/29/16, when my body had the drastic evil inflicted upon it by an idiot driver. We’ll see.

Y’all keep turnin’ right and goin’ straight out there, ya year? Until next time, WHEN THE HECK IS IT EVER GOING TO RAIN A LOT AND TURN COOLER??? I NEED to start my fall hiking! What was going on back decades ago, when it was this hot at the tail end of September, when there was no “global climate change?” Now, that just opened a can of worms! Ha!

Saturday, September 21, 2019

9/21/19 SATURDAY MUSINGS


Hey, the last title was pretty good! Why not stick with the pattern? Ha!


Howdy, to my “millions” of readers! Ha!

9/17/19, Tuesday, work-a-day (Dad’s birthday, in 1927): wife of my youngest brother and he went to Knoxville, for her 9/4/19 (Papaw Wood’s birthday, in 1901) left foot surgery follow up. Here’s a photo youngest brother took of his wife’s left foot in surgeon’s office. Ain’t it a “purty” foot?


Well, sister-in-law is allowed to place weight on her surgically repaired, “bionic” left foot but not to walk on it yet. That’s, at least, better than my 2016 “fun:” 3/29/16 didn’t die by idiot who failed to yield to my right of way; unaware of what was going on left shoulder and right knee surgery; and when I knew what was going on, 4/13/16 right foot surgery! We are making progress here! (I wonder if the Good Lord cares, in the short-term. He cares and knows the long-term.)


9/19/19, Thursday: it was work-a-day for me. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman took a day off, to take her father to a medical appointment, etc. I remember when I did that for Mom and Dad, back in the day. Remember these days, dear! You honor your father, as you did your mother before she passed.


9/20/19, Friday: why did our mower guy mow today? It’s been too hot, too dang hot! It has not rained all month! Why the heck did you mow? Do I need to fire you and start mowing myself? I can do it! I have power in my body, such as it is! I’d rather take the easier route by paying another to mow for me right now. We’ll see what happens! (By the way, I suppose “Algore” was right on this “global warming/climate change bovine excrement! Ha! Why is Greenland called Greenland, when it is not very green now? I could ramble on with proof, but I won’t, today!)


9/21/19, Saturday, today: for me, it was the usual: once-a-month haircut, good truck wash (but I treated my new, ‘ol truck to one last Saturday!), and Tractor Supply. I found/bought almost everything needed for Molly “puppy” today! (Get the Milkbone “doggies” in the plastic bottle in stock!) I found/bought the last pecan log they had in stock! (Last month, there was none. I gave the empty box to and informed the clerk! Two months ago, none; I informed the clerk!) I have a once-a-month, Tractor Supply pecan log! Here’s the photo!

How ‘bout them “Vowels” today? They got their backsides handed to them, again, as usual, by Flor-I-Da! Ha! I hope that MY Georgia Bulldogs do much better, against them thar fake Irishmen, at 8 PM, this evening!


Oh, side note on world disasters and USA politics, crap happens! That’s why “this world is not our home; I’m just a passin’ through.” Politics? It’s from poli (many) + tics (tics) = many tick suckers!!


Y’all keep turning right and going straight out there, ya hear?


Sunday, September 15, 2019

9/15/19 SUNDAY MUSINGS

Well, howdy, y’all! (I had me another cold shower, as usual, this morning!) I hope that y’all are okay out there – plunking along in life, such as it is!


9/1/19, Sunday: It’s the official (for those who have sense enough to know) first day of autumn, but it’s still too (global warmingly) hot, dang hot! I need cooler weather! I need to hike! Well, I digress. That afternoon, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I got together, with three dear friends, for a great time as always! Oh, we ate at Chili’s. We got a table upon arrival. We were served our drinks, and, for those who ordered salads, we were served those. Then, after almost an hour of waiting on our main course orders, I informed the guy who had seated us that we had seen others arrive, be seated, and get their main course orders, before us. We were still waiting! Well, what do you know? In fast fashion, we had our food! The “server” (aka waitress) did NOT get a tip! Also, a manager had come by, apologized profusely, and offered free desserts (which we declined). I thought, “I’ve seen truly hungry people in India and Russia, to whom “hungry” people in this country cannot compare. This is nothing.” I said, with no acknowledgment of the apology, “We just want to eat.” Despite that bit of “fun,” we, as always, had great FUN together!


9/2/19, Monday, Labor Day: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I did NOT labor!


9/3/59 was Mom and Dad’s wedding day. That led to the birth of me, on 7/17/60.


9/4/1901 was Papaw Wood’s birthday. On 9/4/19, my youngest brother’s wife had outpatient surgery on her right foot, to repair damage. She now has metal in two toes. Outpatient surgery is better than my way-too-long hospitalization in 2016, with 25 pieces of metal in three joints, and better than our good friend’s 12/5/17 metal-stays-in-left-foot surgery and four-day hospitalization. Hey! We are making progress! Oh, her follow up appointment is 9/17/19. Dad was born 9/17/1927. Okay, Lord, we understand your sarcastic humor on this! Isn’t enough enough?


Also, on 9/4/19, our good friend’s aged mother broke her right arm. She’s doing well enough, in a nursing home, for now.


9/8/19, Sunday: I ain’t sayin’ nary a thang more about the “Evil Empire” beating my Steelers! My Steelers coffee cup, placed strategically in the living room, was not turned correctly. Their loss is MY FAULT! I’m sorry!


9/11/19, Wednesday work-a-day: is enough said?


The above photo was taken on 9/11/15 as a tribute. I found it on


On 9/11/19, at work, during our weekly, “parroting session,” time waste meeting that usually takes 10 or 15 minutes of agony only, my colleagues wanted to plan our way-too-far-off-to-care, annual Christmas eat-out shindig. Everyone wrote down a suggestion on paper. (Hence, the above photo was mine! Yes, I saved it!) I had the dubious honor of selecting. I had a one-in-eight chance to pick my own selection. I did so! Now, that was funny! Of course, I picked another paper, for another choice, to satisfy the women! By the way, the Christmas shindig is set for Friday, December 13th! Ok, so pick a Friday the 13th, in a week of Friday the 13th – 9/13/19! What could go wrong! Of course, I am not triskaidekaphobic!


9/13/19, Friday: the full moon occurred just after midnight, on 9/14/19. Whew! We had a break on that at least!


9/13/19 to 9/14/19: well, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was paid on 9/13/19, for the first time, after her summer vacation from work-a-day, while “School’s Out for the Summer!” (Of course, I was paid that day also.) On 9/14/19, what do I find on the kitchen counter? I see her 7/31/19 Kohl’s card charge receipt, for her $100 and change clothing purchase! (She’d told me, in the summer, that she’d need to buy some clothes – to replace, as I suppose, the clothes that she’d bagged up to haul to a donate clothes location. I never did see a receipt, so I figured she didn’t buy clothes.) Also, on the kitchen counter, I found her 9/13/19 (same as her pay date) debit card payment receipt to Kohl’s, for the (see prior) charge – no late fee included! Once again, you tricked me, dear! Kohl’s card charge 7/31/19 paid by debit card 9/13/19! A man just doesn’t understand! That’s okay, dear. You shop vacuumed the basement solo this weekend. I’ll keep you!


9/14/19, Saturday, well, what do you know? Them thar Tennessee “Vowels” won a game finally! It must have been due to Friday the 13th followed by full moon on 9/14/19! Another bad team has another bad coach. That’s why I’m a GEORGIA BULLDOG fan now! Go ‘Dawgs!


9/15/19, today, Sunday: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman’s youngest sister and our niece, daughter of her next-to-eldest sister, borrowed my binoculars, to take on a Grand Canyon vacation that starts this coming Friday. Okay, ya’ll have fun with my binoculars! Do not lose them! I’ve had them for decades!


Now, I’ll make a brief comment on politics and the state of morality and idiocy in this country and in the world. Any questions? Ha! This country and the world continue to degenerate, to the eventual end. I’m ready to go Home. Are you?


Oh, by the way, who are the three “trustedinstaller.exe” guys that have been in locations in my “Windows” folder since 7/13/09 (one) and 11/20/10 (two)? Why do they install stuff? Why should I trust them?


Y’all keep turning right and going straight out there, ya hear?




Sunday, August 18, 2019

IT’S COLD SHOWER, NOT GIN, TIME!


Hey, y’all! I’m just resting my “bionic” body parts and entertaining my fertile mind today. While doing so, look what I found! https://www.artofmanliness.com/articles/the-james-bond-shower-a-shot-of-cold-water-for-health-and-vitality/.

I’ll give these folks a bit of publicity! Even before “bionic” body parts days, and especially afterwards, I’ve known, for decades, about the benefits of starting the morning with a shower hot followed by cold water. It’s nothing new. Still yet, these folks have it right! I know, especially after “bionic” body parts were installed. It’s often the first part of the way that I get through a day. Of course, my stubborn, strong Irish will, while I have power in my body, is the most important factor. One day, I will have will in my spirit, which won’t ever go away, but not power in my body. When that happens, I will be a few steps closer to going home! Urah!

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! 


Saturday, August 17, 2019

FULL MOON UPDATE (published 8-17-2019)

Introduction

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!)

Molly

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.

Conclusion

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!


Thursday, August 15, 2019

8-15-2019, THURSDAY, FULL MOON (published 8-15-2019)

Introduction

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.

Conclusion

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.