Sunday, November 10, 2019
Saturday, November 09, 2019
Well, evenin’, y’all! Do you think “them thar” Louisiana Tigers will whop “them thar” Alabama Elephants? We’ll see.
This week involved a technobabble, “interweb” win!
11/4/2019, 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 is “Microcrap” stopping support in January? Oh, yeah, they want even more money!
11/6/2019, Wednesday: my Yoder’s Store Tonic that I’d ordered, on 11/1/2019, via the “interweb,” arrived! I “interweb” commented a good note to their “interweb” blog guy’s blog. (See WordPress, below.)
Today, 11/9/2019, 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 our 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 up my WordPress account, to bring in even more “millions” of readers to this website!)
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
View from west bluff, looking southwest.
Sunday, October 06, 2019
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” at work tomorrow. How many of us, honestly, do?
10/1/2019 was the usual, after work, monthly chiropractor adjustment. It followed my monthly deep tissue massage, on Saturday, 9/28/2019. I may be making s-l-o-w progress. We’ll see.
10/5/2019, Saturday: what do you know? I may have forced the two Internet banking accounts to talk to each other and to transfer the green stuff, when I tell them to! It’s a win, so far! Also, I voice mailed my youngest brother, in Russian, on his landline twice and on his cell phone once. No reply yet. I assume that his family and he are plinking and plunking along okay. (I’m 1.25 hours away, so I don't know.) Oh, how ‘bout my “Dawgs?” They beat them “thar” “Vowels,” into the ground, on their home field! “Dawgs,” you might want to start at full speed, even against a weak opponent, in the future. You’ve started slowly 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. Recently, we broke heat records, from 1884. Papaw Ferrell was four years old then. I wonder what he did to cause “global climate change” back then? I need cool, fall weather, to hike!
10/6/2019, Sunday: since yesterday, I’ve tried to impose myself into an upcoming debate, regarding Christ’s second coming. (See my 10/5/2019 article.) Some people just have too much free time on their hands! Come soon, Lord, come soon! I took a good Epson salts soak this morning, just “for fun!” One of these days, maybe, my muscles and the various muscle tissues will quit their pulling and tugging and leave me alone! Otherwise, I endure, day by day! Let’s go hike a ridge! It ain’t fun, moving about like a fine tuned race car, with a busted suspension. I suppose that I will keep doing so, until I die or the Lord returns. Return, dear Lord, soon!
Hey, Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, I’m gettin’ hungry! When’s vitals? Y’all keep turnin’ right and goin’ straight out there, ya hear?
Saturday, October 05, 2019
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)
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?
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
Let’s keep the title pattern a goin’ a bit. Reckon? Why not?
Sunday, 9/22/2019, was “cat dog” surprise! Mrs. Appalachian Irishman informed me, without my choice, that she was going to get “cat dog” to stay with us, so that we could “cat dog sit” -- until “favorite” sister-in-law did afternoon errands. Well, Molly (our doggy) and I survived, once again! “Favorite” sister-in-law came, got “cat dog,” and rescued Molly and me!
Monday, 9/23/2019: what do you know? At the end of work, we had a little, puny, pop up shower! The drought it over! Not!
Wednesday, 9/25/2019: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had a one-year follow up appointment, for one of her several 2018 medical appointments that were “fun.” The 2018 series of medical stuff involved: what happened to you? We don’t know. You may have eaten something that didn't agree with you. 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!
I almost forgot! Also, on 9/25/2019, 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 state bureaucracy in its finest level! Don’t get me started on federal bureaucracy! The federal “govrmint” folks drone on about nothing, on the 24/7 news channels, which I watch rarely. One of these days, we all had better learn to speak Arabic, Spanish, Mandarin, or Russian! (But wait! I speak Russian.)
Thursday, 9/26/2019: after work insanity, as usual, I drove home in a good little pop up rain. The closer I came to home, however, the less rain was falling. I found one or two rain drops in the yard. We are making rain progress here. I need to continue my evening rain dances in the back yard.
Friday, 9/27/2019: while stuck (at red, three times) by the only Gibbs traffic light, on my way to TGIF work insanity, I happened to notice that my new, ol' truck was at 169,000 miles exactly and at 135 miles on my last 9/21/2019 gas fill up! To this Appalachian Irishman, it’s worthy of a note. Therefore, I have so noted.
Saturday, 9/28/2019: on the way out, for hauling trash, monthly deep tissue massage, and getting gas, 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 a way that we keep in touch, in our good neighborhood.
The monthly deep tissue massage was my fourth. It will be followed by my monthly chiropractic appointment (on 10/1/2019). 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 fully -- to the way it was before 3/29/2016, when my body had the drastic evil inflicted upon it by the 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!
Saturday, September 21, 2019
The title to my last article was pretty good! Why not stick with the pattern? Greetings, to my “millions” of readers!
9/17/2019, Tuesday, workday, Dad’s birthday, in 1927: my youngest brother and his wife went to Knoxville, for a follow up appointment, to her left foot surgery, of 9/4/2019 (Papaw Wood’s birthday, in 1901). Here’s a photo that my brother took of his wife’s left foot, at the surgeon’s office. Ain’t it a “purty” foot?
My sister-in-law is allowed to place weight on her surgically repaired, “bionic,” left foot but not walk on it yet.
That’s at least better than my 2016 “fun.” On 3/29/2016, I didn’t die, when the idiot failed to yield to my right of way. I was unaware of what was going on, during my left shoulder and right knee surgeries. I knew what was going on, before my 4/13/2016 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.)
9/19/2019, Thursday: it was a workday for me. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman took a day off, to take her father to a medical appointment. 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.
9/20/2019, Friday: why did our mower guy mow today? It’s been too hot, too dang hot! It has not rained all month! Why did he mow? Do I need to fire him 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 someone else to mow right now. We’ll see what happens.
By the way, I suppose that “Algore” was right, on the global warming, global climate change -- or bovine excrement (as I call it). Why is Greenland called Greenland, when it is not very green now? I could ramble on with proof, but I won’t, today!
9/21/2019, Saturday, today: for me, it was a usual day -- monthly haircut, good truck wash, and Tractor Supply. (I'd treated my new, ol' truck to a wash last Saturday also.) I found and bought almost everything that we had needed, at the Tractor Supply, for Molly “puppy!” Get the Milkbone “doggys,” in the plastic bottle, while they're in stock!
Thankfully, I also found and bought the last pecan log that the Tractor Supply had in stock! Last month, there were none. I had given the empty box to and informed the clerk! Two months ago, there were none. I had informed the clerk. Today, however, I have my monthly Tractor Supply pecan log! The photograph is below.
How ‘bout them “Vowels” today? They got their backsides handed to them, again, as usual, by Flor-i-Da! I hope that my Georgia Bulldogs do much better, against “them thar” fake Irishmen, at 8 PM, this evening!
As a brief side note, on world disasters and USA politics, crap just keeps happening. That’s why “this world is not my home; I’m just a passin’ through.” Politics? It’s from poli (many) + tics (tics) = many tick suckers! That's my brief side note.
Y’all keep turning right and going straight out there, ya hear?
Sunday, September 15, 2019
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!
9/1/2019, Sunday: it’s the official (for those who have sense enough to know) first day of autumn, but it’s still too (globally warm) 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! We ate at Chili’s. We got a table upon arrival. We were served our drinks and salads, for those who had ordered salads.
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! What do you know? In quick fashion, we had our food! The “server” (aka waitress) did NOT get a tip! Also, a manager came 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 a great time together!
9/2/2019, Monday, Labor Day: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman and I did NOT labor!
9/3/2019 note: Mom and Dad’s wedding was on 9/3/1959. I was born, ten months later, on 7/17/1960.
9/4/2019 note: Papaw Wood’s birthday was on 9/4/1901. On that day, my youngest brother’s wife had outpatient surgery on her right foot, to repair damage. She now has metal in two toes.
Her outpatient surgery was better than my 36-day hospitalization in 2016 (with 25 pieces of metal in three joints) and better than our good friend’s 12/5/2017 left foot surgery (metal stays in), with four-day hospitalization. We are making progress!
My youngest brother's wife has a follow up appointment is 9/17/2019. Dad was born 9/17/1927. Okay, Lord, we understand your sarcastic humor on this! Isn’t this enough?
Also, on 9/4/2019, our good friend’s aged mother broke her right arm. She’s doing well enough, in a nursing home, for now.
9/8/2019, 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!
9/11/2019, Wednesday, workday: is the date, 9/11, enough to write?
The above photograph was taken on 9/11/2015, as a tribute. I found it on Successful Culture – A 911 Tribute. Apparently, no colleague remembered. I did.
On that day, at the office -- during our weekly, “parroting session,” waste of time meeting that requires 10 or 15 minutes of agony -- my colleagues' priority was to plan our too far off to care, annual Christmas eat out shindig.
Everyone wrote down a dining suggestion on paper. (The above image was mine. Yes, I took the photograph.) I had the dubious honor of selecting the dining location. I had a one-in-eight chance to pick my selection. I did so -- McDonald's! 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! This week has a Friday the 13th – in two more days, on 9/13/2019! What could go wrong? I am not triskaidekaphobic.
9/13/2019, Friday: the full moon occurred just after midnight, on 9/14/2019. Whew! We had a break on that at least. I am not triskaidekaphobic.
9/13 - 9/14/2019: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was paid on 9/13/2019, for the first time, after her summer vacation, when "School’s Out for the Summer" (YouTube)! I was paid that day also.
On 9/14/2019, what do I find on the kitchen counter? I see her 7/31/2019 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 donation location. I never did see a receipt, so I'd figured that she hadn't bought clothes.
Also, on the kitchen counter, I found her 9/13/2019 debit card payment receipt to Kohl’s, for her 7/31/2019 charge – with no late fee included! Once again, you tricked me, dear! Kohl’s card charge of 7/31/2019 is paid by debit card on 9/13/2019! A man just doesn’t understand! That’s okay, dear. You shop vacuumed the basement alone this weekend. I’ll keep you!
9/14/2019, Saturday: 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 the next night! Another bad “Vowels” team has another bad coach. That’s why I’m a GEORGIA BULLDOG fan! Go Dawgs!
9/15/2019, today, Sunday: Mrs. Appalachian Irishman’s youngest sister and our niece (daughter of my wife's middle sister) borrowed my binoculars, to take on a Grand Canyon vacation that starts this coming Friday. Okay, y'all 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. This country and the world continue to degenerate, to the eventual end. Any questions? 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 7/13/2009 and 11/20/2010? 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
Hey, y’all! I’m just resting my “bionic” body parts and entertaining my fertile mind today. While doing so, look what I found! “The James Bond Shower: A Shot of Cold Water for Health and Vitality,” on The Art of Manliness, by Brett & Kate McKay, 9/17/2019. (Note that I saw this article today, 8/18/2019, so the article's 9/17/2019 date must be 8/17/2019.)
I’ll give those folks a bit of publicity! Even before my “bionic” body parts days, and especially afterwards, I’ve known, for decades, about the benefits of starting the morning with a hot shower, followed by a cold rinse. It’s nothing new. Still yet, these folks have it right! I know, especially after my “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!
Y’all keep turning right and going straight out there, ya hear?
Oh, by the way, "Cold Gin” was a KISS song, back in the day. One YouTube link, of 9/12/2009, is KISS - Cold Gin – Alive! on NieelzzZ. That was a great rock song, by a great band. I don't have to agree with the morality of the song to like the music. My legal notation: the reference to the song “Cold Gin” does not imply that the author of this article recommends or supports the drinking of gin, cold or not.
In fact, I support the imbibing of the Holy Spirit, into your souls. Still yet, listening to “Cold Gin” today helped my “bionic” body parts. I'm sorry, dear Lord. I know that you forgive me.
Saturday, August 17, 2019
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!
Thursday, August 15, 2019
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.