prune picker

This is the blog of a prune picker. (Native born Californian) Retired oilfield. I am an old man. (90) I blog a lot about my body and getting old. As I approach death life gets more interesting. More interesting is not good. I still drive. I attend sports, bluegrass, and civic events. I attend swim class three times a week. Some of my blogs might be interesting. A lot of my blogs are silly and trivial. None are very long.

Saturday, February 13, 2016

Breakfast at the Unionville Store.

Gourmet breakfast with great company.


Good light to get a pic of the fine old store. Est. 1853.


This old wood stove does a fine job. Keeps biscuits and gravy hot and me warm.





Chef Walter. He is proud of his new apron.





I do not know why but the food tastes delicious in this old building. I really enjoy it. Could it be that Walter is a good cook? 

Friday, February 12, 2016

IHOP Brunch with Rosa Lee Blakley.

Rosa and I had brunch at IHOPs and then went for a walk in the Mall. Neither of us had been in a Mall for a long time and it was exciting.






Rosa and I could not get enough of watching the merry go round in the Pecan Land Mall.


Rosa and her home in Monroe.

Rosa told me how much she loved the people (clients and staff) she worked with at Jefferson Corner. She sends her best regards.

Thursday, February 11, 2016

VFW Meeting. February 11, 2016.

Nice meeting. Beautiful day. Delicious meal. Good company.


View of the back of the Military Museum from the porch of the VFW building. I thought that it was an interesting picture.


Front of the VFW building.





JD Harper conducted the meeting.


The best diesel mechanic in the area gave the financial report. He then made a 21 minute trip to Ryans to pick the meal. (I like to time things,)


The old post is sorta attractive even if it is coming apart around us. It is 70 years old.


The black cloth around the Post Charter behind JD was placed there in memory of a comrade who recently passed away. A Mr Rainwater.


The remains of our delicious lunch.



Friday, February 5, 2016

My 95 year old buddy (and his girlfriend) were at the basketball game last night.

The girls from Rice came to play our Techsters. It was one of the most exciting basketball games that I have seen this season. The scores of the two teams were never more that three apart. The winner was not decided until the final bell. We won!






Their coach.


Our coach.


I went down at half time and joined Tommy and Susie. In 1,627 days I will be 95. Maybe I will have a girlfriend then. I guess that I am not mature enough yet.




Winter Olympics. For senior students in LaTech's Kensiology Department.

The 2016 Winter Olympics were held yesterday. It was the Seventh Olympics. I do not believe I did but I could have attended them all. I have been a student for nine years. My son in law John Admms is a student (Senior) now and attended the Olympics with me today. Seeing how John is an ex Tech football player he and Champ hit it it off right away.


Here are some photos of the Olympics.









Please excuse poor focus. It was a nice affair. Our thanks to Tech.







Monday, February 1, 2016

Vital Signs and discussion.

I going to reduce my vital signs reported to the last five days.

Column 1 is the date. Column 2 is blood pressure and pulse. (This reading is made after three minutes of complete inactivity.) Column 3 is weight. Column 4 is body temperature. Column 5 is the steps taken that day.

1-28-2016 // 130/68-65 // 256.1 // 98.1 // 1600
1-29-2016 // 126/61-64 // 256.3 // 97.8 // 2900
1-30-2016 // 120/63-65 // 256.4 // 98.1 // 2800
1-31-2016 // 134/57-68 // 256.8 // 97.9 // 1900
2-01-2016 // 111/60-69 // 254.8 // 97.8 // 2500

Good looking blood pressure.

About a week ago I had an echogram of my heart. The reports were good. 60 % efficiency. For my age that is very good.

Incidentally I will be 95 in 1631 days. July 20, 2020.

Picture below taken yesterday.


Having fun on the way to 95!


Sunday, January 31, 2016

John is a crawfish boil chef!

After years of paying $2 per pound for the dealer to boil his crawfish, John decided to invest in the equipment for boiling his own. Last night he tried it out. Lucky me! I was there for the excellent food. There was great fellowship around the pot  plus a big saving.





So delicious. The new potatoes and fresh corn cooked in the spicy crawfish boil. I love them.


Picture by Joy.




Wednesday, January 27, 2016

Does Eat Place. My third trip to Greenville, MS for the best steak in America. 1/26/2016.

I have had the same driver all three trips. Skip Russell. It is a three hour drive each way. It is a trip into the area where the Blues were Born.  (The Mississippi Delta) It is a pleasant six hour ride with great Southern conversation. As the title of this blog states, Does serves the best steak in America,


These three gentlemen were my fellow visitors to Does last night.


Designated driver Skip Russell. When he is not driving my friends and I to Does, Skip is a small horse breeder and dealer, insurance man, landlord (Skip says Slumlord), and laundromat tycoon.


Jewette Farley. Jewette was Parish Assessor for 24 years. He is now a buyer and seller of everything and an eminent lecturer on assessing subjects. (He conducts four day classes on some dozen subjects) He is one of the best fishermen in the area.


Richard Maxwell is one of the natives of Arkansas that I have the pleasure of knowing. He was a demo specialist in the Army, an independent contractor for obtaining explosives for the Army, and had a business that did property title research.

What a pleasant group! I enjoyed the ride. Here is a picture of the new bridge over the Mississippi. It is much appreciated. The old bridge was a rickety narrow two lanes.


Arrival picture.




Just inside the door the steaks are cooking. Notice the fire is above the steaks. Is that the secret?


I love the salad. The dressing if oil, vinegar, and garlic.


Skip's two pound rib eye. He took half home.


My ten ounce filet. I took a third home.


Part of the atmosphere of Doe's is that an armed guard is posted at the front door. Does is in a tough neighborhood. I did not see him when we went in. He was there when we came out. I took picture below as we were driving away.











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