Our late summer weather is ….

Our late summer weather is holding tight and mild daytime temperatures are certainly welcome. It can be a bit of a fooler, as the other day it was predicted to be 75. It didn’t say anything about the mornings when it was down into the 40s.

I’m one of those old timers who kind of looks to a full moon to get our first frost. Thanks to the two full moons in August, we won’t see that until the 29th. Meanwhile, the official arrival of fall is coming this weekend.

Judging by what I saw on television about problems with barge traffic on the Mississippi, a few good rains would be welcome. However, too much would not be good for chopping corn. I guess you just can’t win.

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Another trip to the clinic this week. Each trip has brought on something new. I hope there won’t be anything newer coming down the road. Got two bottles of stuff run into my body.

My usual chauffeur is off seeing my grandson doctor/major Will getting married in Seattle. So her hubby Rupe filled in. He did a good job. First stop was the A& W in Spencer for some ice cream, then home through Loyal. He took me to see the new county garage going up. Quite an impressive sight.

I have to catch myself when someone from the clinic asks where I’m from. It would be so easy to say Loyal. After all, I lived there a lot longer than I have at the Clark County Rehab Center. Hopefully whatever it was will make it possible for me to say I have lived here nearly that long too.

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One of the things I always get asked if I’m having any kind of an exam is, any pain? Maybe an occasional little pain, but so thankful I don’t have a constant pain like some people I know. So my answer is, “No pain,” and always with a little chuckle.

It goes back to just after Florence had passed away. I’d gone in to see my doctor for a checkup. He listened to my heart and remarked how out of rhyme it was. I never heard it, but he had others listen to it.

The result was I had to go back in and have my heart shocked. As I was lying on the bed in recovery, someone kept coming in to see if I had any pain.

Finally one time when she asked, I said yes. She got really alert; then I said, “I have a cramp in my right foot.” To which she said, “I think it is time for you to go home.” So here I am at home and living with an occasional pain from a sore butt I’ve had for years.

One night walking down the hallway, I met a new nurse on duty. He asked if everything was all right, to which I pointed out my sore butt. He said he thought he could help me and applied a patch bandage. So here I sit at my computer typing away and can gladly say, “No pain.”

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I’m always amazed at how much money is spent every week by motorists for what I would call the “dumbest” reasons. I get the Medford Star News newspaper, and week after week the list goes on and on. Failure to carry insurance, out-of-date license and other reasons that any person with common sense ought to know better.

Maybe you can call it learning the hard way, but it only took me one ticket to go buy a speed control device for my car at the time and make sure any car I bought afterward had one. Then I made sure I used it.

It all came so easy. My dad lay dying in the Cumberland hospital. One day I decided to dash up and see him and get back in time to visit with Hank Aumann about some remodeling we wanted to do at the TRG office.

That was also at the time the state had just lowered the speed limit because of the gas shortage. I was cruising down Highway 29 at well over the new 55 milean- hour speed limit. I was almost to Boyd and my thinking was I would get to Stanley, cut down and take N over to K, and be all right. I didn’t make it. The traffic officer stopped me and I got a ticket. About the same price I had to pay Dan’s D-X to install the speed control.

The car we were driving was not one of the efficiency models. At the time, gas mileage was no big concern. However, when they closed gas stations on Sunday, it meant we couldn’t drive up to visit my parents.

Thankfully that has changed. We now seem to have plenty of gas and mileage has gone from the teens to 20 or more miles per gallon.

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Have you noticed the big change in advertising on television? They seem to have dropped back on putting on a metal roof to just rejuvenating them. They claim you can get an extra 15 years out of your old roof. By that time, you should be old enough to sell it and let someone else worry about it.

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Are you following the baseball season? It is coming to an end and the Brewers are five-and-a-half games ahead in their division. Over in the American League, the Twins are seven games ahead in first place.

Remember a team called the New York Yankees? At one point I think most people thought they couldn’t be beat. They are now 16.5 games out of first place.

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I found this on Facebook and thought it was very true. We go through three stages in life. Want. Collect. Get rid of.

Then I found this and thought it worth sharing. Did you hear about the 90-yearold guy who doesn’t need glasses? He just drinks out of the bottle.