Well Monday started out with a sleep in until nearly 7'ish for a change due to Veterans Day and the rec. was closed so I had nothing on the plate except some yard and garden work after breakfast. The temps were still rather nice pleasant for being outside in the bright sunshine. The high heat and humidity was at bay until later in the day.
I did my usual routines that start with a cup of hot green tea laced with turmeric while I posted this ramble then spent some quiet time with my Creator lifting up several by name for healing and comfort as well as giving thanks for my many blessings. All seem well and I did have a good talk with Paw Paw the other evening, he seemed in good spirits and Pat indicated the CBD oil gummy's have made a positive difference in his attitude and sleeping habits. Everyone else is about the same as far as I know except I did lose another classmate a couple weeks ago and just got word of his passing.
Nancy made a semi-mountain breakfast with sausage and eggs for a change as its usually just an apple for me in the mornings before heading out to the rec. for pickle ball. I do believe in the old saying "an apple a day keeps the doctor away" up to a certain extent. I headed out after reading all of the comments made on my old USAF picture Nancy shared on FB. I was back from California on leave to visit family and an old friend noticed how dusty my shoes were and that was because of the dusty roads we lived on back when I hitch hiked home after catching several military hop's from the west coast. Those were the days when it was still an adventure on riding your thumb to get where you were going in uniform.
I spent 4 years active duty as an air crew member on the first jet cargo plane in the USAF called a C-141 that was the best and fastest plane in the inventory for carrying material and soldiers to Viet Nam as well as bringing them back on medivac's and in coffins. It was a time when the limits of flying time were pushed to the limits and I was in country(Viet Nam) 3 to 4 times a month and even more depending on the shuttles from the Philippines. I was 19 and never gave it a thought as we carried out our orders and got to see parts of the world so much different that what I was use to in my upbringing. What an experience for a teenager who had never been any further from home except N.C. when I graduated at 17 from high school in 1964.
I was fortunate to serve 3 more years after the regular USAF in the reserves flying on the same plane at the same base during the summer month's on weekends and holidays while I was attending college full time in California. I did that until I graduated from California State University in 1973 then moved to Florida where I have made this state my home since then except for the summer months in the mountains of N.C. I have been blessed unmeasurably.
We decided since hearing the Texas Roadhouse was offering a free lunch to veterans between 11-4 PM to head there around 2'ish; well the line was out the door and no parking spaces anywhere so we nixed that and headed to Chickfilet where they too were giving a free meal to veterans. The fare was perfect and just enough. We later in the evening had a frozen pizzas around 7'ish. We chilled after getting back from lunch and I caught up on a my first book since getting back about a cold case that went almost 40 year without getting solved about two young sisters who were kidnapped, raped and murdered. The bodies where never recovered but the investigators finally found a clue and pursued and solved the case enough to keep the bad guy in prison where he was already serving time for another crime. The title of the book is THE LAST STONE by Mark Bowden. Great work although there are still some unanswered questions never fully exposed; but there was some closure for the family.
I tuned into the FOX Cable News until the NFL came on the TV and watched a pretty close game until half time. It was soon shower time and some horizontal lab for me, LATER
