Can you believe it? I ….

Can you believe it? I got locked up. Yup! Locked in my room. On top of that I’m locked out. Can’t even go out in the hall. It is 88 out and we just had a quick shower so I should be happy to be inside where it is just 73. I guess it is just like when you have an early morning clinic appointment and no-eating instructions. That’s the first morning in months you feel like you are starving.

Whatever caused it must be bad. I had Jackie call this morning to see what she could find out. She confirmed what one of the pill ladies told me yesterday. Maybe by the Fourth of July. Oh no, how am I going to check on Farm Technology Days? And how about all those milkshakes I’m missing out on at Schecky’s Snack Shack. Do you think they might just be sitting there melting away?

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Then reality set in. I’m here because I asked to be here. Sure my Meals on Wheels was great, but that was only five meals in a week. How about the other 16? Here they are brought to me and set before me on my little table.

I don’t have to worry about lawn mowing. Some guy in a huge industrial type mower takes care of that. Then maybe Randy Cook has to come by on his little John Deere tractor and trailer and hack some little weed that dared to set it’s leaves out in the air.

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It all started on Father’s Day weekend. Remember I was thinking it was going to be another three-dayer event like my birthday. It started out that way on Saturday. I drove over and met Sue at the Winery. Her high school chum, Shelly Shupe, stopped and took Jim Helm along over. Sue and Shelly have something in common. Both have kids that are doctors. Sue’s Major/Doctor was at Walter Reed Hospital in Washington, D. C. So I thought he was pretty safe. But the Army had other ideas and he is now somewhere in Europe, hopefully safe and sound.

All seemed well and I even told the girl at the desk who was going to open the door for me that I guessed my driving around days would be over for a couple of days at least. If I had only known.

Then came the real Father’s Day. Mark was driving up from DeForest and he arrived shortly after I’d finished watching the church service from Trinity on my computer. We had a nice visit and when he left I turned to the golf tournament that ran right up to supper time.

It was then that I thought I’d hadn’t been out walking around the Rehab Center getting my after meal walk. I was almost half way around when a nurse or nurse’s aide caught me and wondered why I was out in the hall? It was supposed to be shut down.

Then came Monday and the third day of Father’s Day. Jackie came, but had to leave my gift and card at the front desk. She was able to call me and we talked through the window by phone.

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I see we just have had the 38th annual June Dairy Breakfast. If I remember correctly our first one was held at the Lawrence Esselman Family Farm on the 26 Road and we fed 300 people. Things have grown a bit when over 2,000 showed up Sunday at Roehl’s. That won’t seem like many when Farm Technology Days gets here and people by the thousands pour onto Roehl Acres.

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According to my count we are still about six weeks away from the Primary Election in August. I’m just afraid that won’t put an end to all the political advertising that seems to go right along with it.

One of the questions that had been bugging me was why we are reading almost every day where Senator Tammy Baldwin is showing up in the state and the good things that are taking place. I got to wondering what Senator Johnson had been doing so I looked it up. First thing that popped up was the fact that he was one of the senators who had voted not to have an investigation into the Jan. 6 riot at the U.S. Capitol.

Over in the other party is a candidate who seems to have an ad every time that is a commercial. Yet in the poll that just came out, he is still way down in the percent of possible votes. Seems to me I heard he is just a big millionaire trying to buy his way into the senate.

Then there is a guy running for governor and he claims to be endorsed by Trump. To me that would be a kiss of death.

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Thinking I might have trouble finding enough material for a column if I’m locked up, I tried to find some things on Facebook I could share with you.

These are just a few of the things I found.

My parents were in the iron and steel business. My mother irons and my dad steals.

Then there was the secret to a clean kitchen. Don’t cook, ever.

Finally this young lad was standing on the street one day when a stranger walked up. He asked the way to the post office.

The boy said, “ Go down to the end of the street and turn right”.

The stranger thanked him and then said, “I’m the new pastor at the church and I would like to have you come and I’ll tell you the way to heaven”.

To which the boy replied, “What? You didn’t even know the way to the post office”.