always seek the adventure.....

Make no mistake, even with one foot on a "nanner" peel and one foot in the graveyard, old guys still have all the fun the law allows in situations like this.

simply getting "up there" in "experience and dashing good looks" is not a reason for counting them out.

you never know when one of these "old guys" will turn in their motorcycle for a wheel chair and run over you with it.

catch ya on the road

2016 Polar Bear ride.

 This years Polar Bear ride wasn't to bad. Aside from not being with my riding crew it was down right good.

  Once I managed to get past all the obstacles the ladies of the house put in front of me it was smooth riding so to speak. I made a lazy loop of about 17 miles around the area and called it good. 

45 degrees was not too bad and definitely a lot better than some weather I've been caught in in past years. Having relocated to central Texas for the winter I find that the riding seems to be pretty good
 almost all the time

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  So this year was off to a good start.

(one should always seek the adventure.)

catch ya on the road

One of those non riding tales.

Through out my life I have been involved with family and friends that were ill in one fashion or another. You love them and so you try to make their illness or recovery as easy an experience as possible.

Some are resigned to the fact that they are sick and kind of roll with the flow. Others however refuse to give in and fight things at every turn.

Then you have my gorgeous redheaded daughter who is a combination of both with other things thrown in for good measure. Yeahhhhhh baby!!

Imagine if you will, being in your early twenties, the obvious life of the party and being told that “those tonsils have to come out.” Facing a two week period of “confinement” is a hard thing to visualize for someone that is constantly on the go.

Tuesday, Dec. 15, 2015 was the date of the surgery and all went well from all the reports I got.

She arrived at the Maximum Confinement Center that afternoon all spacey and and painfully sick from everything. The first step was getting her meds all lined out so that they would work “hand in glove” with the tested and time honored traditional folk remedies we had lined up to speed her recovery. First there was the pain medicine. (Turned out to be non effective on this poor child. Just didn't work.) Next was a way to get it down as swallowing was almost a luxury. Same with the antibiotics and anything else that she needed to get into her system. Food became all liquid. Liquid mashed potatoes was an instant hit with both patient and cook. Once all the little details for the prescribed medicines and foods were worked out we began the complex regiment of feet tickling and belly poking and general all around pestering, aimed at improving ones overall disposition. These "home" remedies began almost immediately to have the desired effect in the producing of
great smiles and wonderful giggles. You know it's powerful treatment for any condition because Readers Digest always stated "laughter's the best medicine." 

By Dec. 22, my wee child had recovered enough to go over the wall and attend the showing of the latest Star Wars movie. From this point on everything improved on a daily basis. So much in fact a Guard dog had to be employed to ensure that no unnecessary tom foolery occurred. 

 

As you will notice the guard dog strategically place to prevent any further shenanigans such as the going over the wall incident.

Overall the daughter fared and recovered remarkably well and rather quickly. The ten to twelve days of forced confinement seemed to me to have flown by. Before long my wee child was eating regular food again and the time had come for her to get back into the rat race. 

I hated that she was sick and all, but I wouldn't have traded this time with her for all the green in

Ireland.

 

The wee child leaving the Maximum Confinement Center much improved and no doubt joyously happy that shes doing it under her own steam.

always seek the adventure....................