Longing for Lasts


Hello, everyone. It’s been a while since my last blog post. Since I last posted, I have turned 50, which is good, I guess. Not sure many people are happy about turning fifty except those that never had that chance. For that reason, I am happy to have reached the 50 mark.

I have five classes left to finish off before I can finish my college degree that I started almost 30 years ago. These last five will not be easy. Being impatient like I am, I chose to cram those last five classes into two summer sessions that will conclude in August. I keep my fingers crossed for continued scholastic success.

As I have gotten older, I still strive for first, but really, really long for lasts. I have reminisced about old times more and more. I often have told my wife how nice it would be if you knew at the time that you would be doing something for the last time.  When I think of those types of things, my mind wanders.

Here are just some of the lasts I miss:

  • The last time I went fishing with my grandpa, who has been gone 18 years already
  • The last time I went fishing with my Dad, who now lives far away
  • The last time I weighed under 200 pounds
  • The last time to hear any new music from Michael Jackson, Queen, Nirvana, the Beatles, or Prince
  • The last time I strapped on a football helmet
  • The last time I rode a school bus to school
  • The last time I had hair to feather
  • The last time riding home in a victorious team bus from an away football game
  • The last time my Mom took me to the orthodontist, accompanied by lunch soon afterward
  • The last time I read my daughter a bedtime story
  • The last time I petted any of the numerous dogs in my life
  • The last day of being a teenager
  • The last day before becoming an adult
  • The last time sitting around a dinner table with my Mom, Dad, and siblings

This list could go on and on. Funny. The other day, I stumbled upon a song by Brad Paisley entitled, “Last Time for Everything”. I must say I am not a huge fan of the video, but love the song. Take a listen and let me know what you think.

Living on the Edge


Anyone who has owned a dog knows how attached you get to those little furballs. To us, roo-ballthey are not pets, but part of the family. They bring us so much joy, but, sometimes, they need our help. In the case of one of our Jack Russell terriers, the help she needs is a matter of life and death.

Scout, our now 11-year-old, rough coat Jack Russell terrier, developed diabetes three years ago. With that diagnosis, her life, as well as our lives have changed tremendously.

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Heroes in Pinstripes


So much has happened in our country over the past few months. In my opinion, very little of it has been good. Night after night you hear things on the news that make you cringe. How can this be happening? It’s easy to get down in the dumps. If only there were a superhero that could come along and wipe away the darkness!

Cheering?

Wait! What is that I see on the horizon? A bright light. I can see it so vividly. This light pierces the darkness like a beacon of hope. Along with this bright light also comes loud, thunderous noises. I hear what sounds like people cheering. I hear loud thumps that sound like thunder.

I start to see a faint vision through the winter doldrums. It’s like a mirage. I see palm trees, warm weather, and blue skies. I rub my eyes in an attempt to clear my vision. Continue reading