It does happen!!

I have always been told that some people come to the pharmacy to pick up their prescriptions and do not realize that they are at the WRONG pharmacy.

Well, as a matter of fact, it happened to me on Tuesday.  A man stops at the pharmacy counter saying he is there to pick up his medicine.  The technician asks for his name and date of birth to find him in our system.  The man states that the Dublin store told him that the medicine was filled at the Pulaski store.  The technician still could not find him in the computer.

I then intervene and ask him if he gets all of his prescriptions at the Dublin store.  He states he does.  I then ask do you use Walgreens, at which his reply is no the CVS.  I then say sir, this is Walgreens.  He looks dumbfounded and then says, well where is the Pulaski CVS.  We ended up giving him directions and he apologized and left the store.

I would not have believed it until I have now witnessed it.  Don't people look at the signs when they pull into the parking lot or noticed the signage in the stores.  Evidently not.

"Lest We Forget"

Today in the United States and its territories we celebrate "Memorial Day".  There are some that just look at the day as a way to have a three day weekend and a day off from work.

The day is a day of remembrance for those brave soldiers that have protected this country and have given the ultimate sacrifice.  They have given there lives so that we can live in country that represents FREEDOM to the rest of the world.  Where one could say the pen is grateful to the sword, that which makes up the first amendment to the constitution of this country.

This photo caught my eye and was posted on Facebook by one of my friends.  It captures that which is hard to put in words. 

The words "Lest We Forget" form the refrain of "Recessional" written by Rudyard Kipling which follows:

God of our fathers, known of old—
Lord of our far-flung battle line—
Beneath whose awful hand we hold
Dominion over palm and pine—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

The tumult and the shouting dies—
The Captains and the Kings depart—
Still stands Thine ancient sacrifice,
An humble and a contrite heart.
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

Far-called our navies melt away—
On dune and headland sinks the fire—
Lo, all our pomp of yesterday
Is one with Nineveh and Tyre!
Judge of the Nations, spare us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

If, drunk with sight of power, we loose
Wild tongues that have not Thee in awe—
Such boastings as the Gentiles use,
Or lesser breeds without the Law—
Lord God of Hosts, be with us yet,
Lest we forget—lest we forget!

For heathen heart that puts her trust
In reeking tube and iron shard—
All valiant dust that builds on dust,
And guarding calls not Thee to guard.
For frantic boast and foolish word,
Thy Mercy on Thy People, Lord!
Amen.

It's a bird, it's a plane....

Yesterday afternoon, after taking the recyclables to the collections center, I was on my way back to the house.  I happened to look to the horizon and saw this big monster moving slowly through the sky.  I drove to get closer to the thing and it keep circling around and around the Dublin area. 

Goodyear "Spirit of Akron"

I finally turned down a street to get a better view and there it was, just overhead.  I had seen the blimp about four years ago when the local Goodyear dealer, Thompson Tire, was celebrating being in business for FIFTY years.

I could not figure out why it was in the area as the local news did not have anything on this blimp that evening.  The website for the Goodyear Blimp listed the schedule for the massive airship and it was scheduled to be in the Charlotte area for the NASCAR events this weekend. 

It was kinda nice to be able to get a closer look at the thing.  Maybe I will have to add a ride on the blimp to my BUCKET LIST!!!

GARDEN Time!!!

Things are beginning to jump out of the ground at the garden.  Garlic is continuing to get bigger as the stalks are about 2 inches across.

Onions up, asparagus up, corn coming through, beans breaking the surface of the ground, and of course the potatoes have been up and soaking in the sun and the rain for the past two weeks. 

Oh, I forgot to mention the three red pepper blanks and the twenty-six tomato plants that are also growing.  Yum, Yum, can't wait for the things to start bearing fruit.

Steel post and mesh vegetable netting for pole beans

There is still more to plant and that will take place on Friday.  I have come to the realization I need a bigger garden plot.  The reality of this thinking will probably dim when I have to till and water.

Grandson on the WAY!

My oldest daughter is expecting a son to arrive sometime around the middle of September.  This gives one some time to reflect on what the hopes are for a grandson.  The list is long but can be achieved small bites at a time.

Grandparents want to teach children things that they might not otherwise learn in everyday life.  What is taught in school today is nothing like it was fifty years ago.  Some may say this is good but how much history do they learn?  As the old sayings goes, you have to learn from the past or you will repeat the same mistake again.

After the child is old enough, has been potty trained and can hold a knife and fork to feed himself, then this grandparent can jump in.

Me and my Granddad

 I was told that my granddad would take me with him to the farm field on the tractor when he was working the fields.  He took a wooden box and set it in the field and would leave me at the box to play while he worked.  It was also to keep me occupied while he was working and I could also crawl into the box to take a nap.

I could teach him how to drive a tractor.  How to plow and disc a garden.  How to plant vegetables and tend to those vegetables that come from the ground and not from a can.  How to share food for those that are in need of food. How to build a fence.  How to build a shed. How to shot a rifle. How to cut down a tree. How to build a rain barrel system.

The list is long and hopefully I have more than twenty years to help teach this young buckaroo.

"Before I Die"

My youngest daughter sent me a text the other day regarding "Before I Die" as how I would respond.  I have pondered this for a few days and have come to the realization, yes one day I will die and this would be my response.

The first thing I would do is tell my family how much I loved them over the years, even though I have not said it to them often enough.

How proud I am of my wife for always being there and backing me when I needed the backing.

How proud I have been of my daughters for what they have accomplished and success they have realized in their young careers and marriages.

Quit my job and spend time truly enjoying life with friends and family.

Then the bucket list would have to be attempted.  Try to visit the seven states that remain for me to complete my travel to all fifty states.

Drive one of those articulated Catepilar Dump Trucks.

Go to Argentina to learn to TANGO!

I am but a simple man so I don't long for much as I have enjoyed my life and the things I have seen and done.  Then I could sit down and plan the music for the memorial service.   

Morton Salt Container

The other day we experienced a hail storm for about 10 to 15 minutes.  It reminded me of the Morton Salt Container and their slogan "When it rains it pours"

While standing on the front porch and watching the hail stones hit the roof and fall off it sure did seem like that.  It was coming from everywhere.  Luckily the hail was only about the size of a pea but it sure did make a noise.  I was  afraid it was going to damage the roof shingles but it quite and then quickly melted.

Anniversary

When you are first married, you don't know a lot about the persons individual habits or mannerisms.  Some might say this is the persons individual characteristics.  Once you live with that person over several years you get to know when things just aren't right with the person and they also know when things aren't right with you.

My wife and I just celebrated our thirty fifth wedding anniversary.  I tell her I have been married all of my life.  She just scoffs and goes her merry way.  But there are times, I have noticed over the past few years when my thoughts and her thoughts are almost the same.

We will be in a room in the house and I think I need to pick that up or move that item.  Within seconds of my thought, she picks it up are moves that item.  The item may not be in plain sight.  It is truly amazing how that works.

My wife and I have had very few arguments over the years.  There have been disagreements but nothing major that we didn't come to an agreement during the discussion.

After all is said and done I would not trade her for anything in the world.  It is like the years have made us think and act as one individual.