Prune picker

This is the blog site of an old man. As a native Californian I call myself a prune picker. I live in a fifth wheel trailer. My front door is 25 steps from my daughter’s front door in the Piney Woods of North Louisiana. My blogs are often silly and or trivial, and some times educational and serious. I hope that some are interesting. None are long.

Preparing these blogs seems to fill a need in my life. I am compelled to do it. It helps fill the time until I die. It gives me something to do everyday.

Saturday, December 20, 2014

Friday, December 19, 2014

Bulldogs have won 19 Home Games in a row.

Last nights win against Nicholls State was the 19th consecutive win in their home arena.


Loyal fans!


Justin needn't have worried.



Champ had a time keeping up with his dance partner.



Six tuba game!



Thursday, December 18, 2014

synovial-mucoid cyst

Synovial-mucoid cysts have come into my life. Now I am going to tell you more than you ever wanted to know about this kind of cyst. A few weeks ago a bump formed on the middle finger of my right hand. A week or two ago I pulled the top of the bump off and clear fluid came out. (the Doctor said this was a no no). I thought that was the end of the bump. Not so. It came back and started to hurt. It looked like a blister.


I went to a clinic in Ruston. I thought a simple hole in the thing would let it drain and that would do it. I could tell the nurse did not like the looks of my bump and did not want to treat it. The nurse called in the Doctor. The Doctor said that he thought it was a wart and said something about a biopsy. The nurse excused me and recommended that I go to a skin doctor. 

I called my Doctor with the VA in Monroe. Dr Carter looked at a picture of my bump that I phoned to her and told me to go to Urgent Care at the Shreveport VA Hospital. Off I went.

The VA Urgent Care Doctor said that the bump was a synovial-mucoid cyst. He ordered a heavy duty biotic shot in my butt, And seven days worth of pills. I hope that surgery will not be necessary


Not too nice a cyst, huh? Here is a photo of a typical synovial-mucoid cyst.


Looks like my bump. I sure hope my bump goes away. I look at it every few minutes and touch it to check the soreness. It does not hurt except when I touch it.

Wednesday, December 17, 2014

The chickens get a drink.




They are pretty birds! And give us five eggs each day.


Tuesday, December 16, 2014

My Favorite Song. At the basketball arena.

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Techsters play Nicholls State. 12-14-2014.

We won!

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Four tuba game.




Our 24 year old coach. I heard a Techster say he comes across like a 80 year old.



Monday, December 15, 2014

Recent thoughts on death.



I have been thinking about death the last few days. A friend of mine recently passed away. The death was sudden and unexpected. The friend was young. The face of my friend has been in my mind almost constantly. I am thinking about my death, which cannot be too far away. I will be 90 on my next birthday.

I have eight siblings. Five sisters and three brothers. We were all married. Siblings and mates add up to 18 people. Seventeen have passed away as of this year. I am the only one still alive.  I am working on my memoirs so that something of me will survive.

You can see that I am familiar with death. I have stepped over the bodies of dead Japanese soldiers in the jungles of Peleliu. I have lived through the deaths of my parents, my siblings, my oldest son, a grandson, and my wife of 63 years. Plus many friends and and relatives. I grieve for them all. I miss them and even in the midst of my life that I try to keep in a busy state, I often feel very lonely. And left behind.

My daughter and son in law were recently at the funeral of his 94-year-old mother. Their four-year-old grand daughter, my youngest great grand daughter, went up to the open casket. She stared for awhile and then said “I will see you in heaven, Mee- Maw.”  I pray that she will.

I am a fatalist with a mixed up opinion on the subject. I do not believe in predestination. Predestination and fatalism is the same thing. So you can see how mixed up I am. When I was overseas in the Army I felt that when my time came I would be killed. I did not feel real fear when shrapnel was falling around me. One night on Okinawa I was on sentry duty. Nearby an ammunition dump was exploding. Shards of metal fell from the sky for several hours. They made a terrifying sound as they fell. You felt that it was falling on your head. I felt uneasy but was not terrified.

One time we were in tents. Each man had dug a foxhole near the tent. When we came under an artillery attack every one would run out and get in their foxhole. The foxholes were muddy with water on the bottom. More often than not I would stay in my warm and dry cot and hope for the best. Bravery or stupidity?

I guess that I am not so fatalistic today. I take many prescription pills twice a day. They are for blood pressure, seizure control, bladder operation, prostrate shrinking, gout, and vascular health. I would like to throw them all out. Except for the one that allows me to urinate. I would like to keep on urinating until I die.

I do not intend to end my life by artificial means. Two of my brothers shot themselves. They were sweet guys and I loved them. I was so shocked. For several years I carried a small pistol in my pocket. I had gone to some expense and a lot of training to qualify for a concealed weapon permit. I have decided to stop this. I have turned my pistol in. I feel better without one. I think that the risk of using a gun against myself is greater than the need to carry self-protection. I do get depressed. I do not wish risk imposing the trauma of my suicide on my loved ones. I try to keep busy.


Death is an interesting and fascinating part of life. But I plan to wait for it.

Sunday, December 14, 2014

Northeast Louisiana Genealogical and Historical Society. Meeting of December 14, 2014.

Pleasant meeting. And fun. Everyone told a Christmas story. Most were funny and poignant. Then we ate Christmas cookies.


After the meeting I gave John McCarter a ride home. John is a geologist who has worked in this area and around the world. He was proud of his gate.



The fence is old, old from Mississippi. The gate is from Portugal. The lights are from London. John is rightfully proud of his gate.

John McCarter and his dog Princess Louise.

John and I compared notes. He will be 94 on his next birthday. I will be 90 on my next birthday. The interesting thing is that the date of both birthdays is July 20, 2015.

Saturday, December 13, 2014

North Louisiana Bluegrass Christmas Pot Luck and Music.

Great show today. Second Saturday of the month. 12-13-2014. The music was great.







Bluegrass Country


Bayou Valley Boys


Grassfire


Angel can sell a song!


The Palmer Family was presented an award by the Club.


Palmer Family


Mother of the Palmer Family


The 18 year old Palmer son is a head taller than  Ma and Pa Palmer.











Palmer Family. Star of Bethlehem.

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