Howdy, y'all! At 3:30 PM on the dot, as I begin to write, website analytics show view totals as follows: Today, 256 views (so far); yesterday, 342 views; and this month, 8,197 views (so far, as we wind down 2020).
Saturday, 12/26/2020: My truck and I, after hauling off trash, tried to get to House Mountain for my 175th hike. The icy roads stopped us. We did have four days of winter, from the afternoon of December 23 through December 27.
Instead, I played with Molly, our doggy, in the snow-covered yard. By Christmas Day, we had six inches of snow. I took the above photograph on Christmas morning at 9:07 AM. The view, from our back deck, looks southwest.
Molly doesn't care for catching snowballs in the air. She doesn't want to attack a snowman. She used to enjoy that in her “childhood” years. At age five now, she did enjoy her usual “exercise” toys! The half-gallon plastic milk jug is still her favorite! I called my youngest brother. His family and he were still snowed in.
Mrs. Appalachian Irishman had permission from the “mask mafia” to visit her father's older sister, about five easier driving miles away. Her aunt, cousin, niece, and she were present, wearing masks, of course. The Christmas gift exchange took place a day late. Afterward, the day after Christmas, a “live video conference” happened. My wife had stated, after the Thanksgiving “video conference,” that this would not happen at Christmas. It did. The “mask mafia” won. I avoided it.
Sunday, 12/27/2020: Mom “went to see Jesus” on Wednesday, 12/27/2000. That was twenty years ago. I remembered. I opened my yet unpublished book, “Light at the End of the Tunnel.” I reread what I have been writing, off and on, since 8/22/2002. Furthermore, I wrote more, remembered, and hoped that I would publish my book soon.
Monday, 12/28/2020: Mom's yearlong suffering, before she went “to see Jesus,” started on Tuesday, 12/28/1999. I have written about it before on this website. My book has my written, but yet unpublished, words. I remembered.
Molly, at age five, had her annual doctor appointment at 9 AM. She received her usual annual injections and checkup. Her doctor said that Molly is going great! Afterward, Molly and I walked around in the “dog park” outside her doctor's office. She took a big dump near a tree! Good girl, Molly! We returned home.
I wrote more on my book. The weather was cloudy and turning warmer.
Tuesday, 12/29/2020: This is my second day of personal leave from work. I am also off work tomorrow. We are off on New Year's Eve and New Year's Day. I have my work “brain” (i.e., computer) here. On Monday, 1/4/2021, I will use my “brain” to work from home. Before my “temporary retirement,” which started on 12/24/2020 and ends on 1/3/2021, I had no indication of any other plan.
Molly had her annual checkup yesterday. She is first. I am next. Today, I had my annual physical examination at 8:15 AM. My fine primary care doctor told me that I'm doing great, despite my “bionic” joints. When he checked my heart, he told me that I have a heart like a cross-country runner. It beats slowly but hard on each beat. I reminded him that, at my initial visit years ago, he told me that I have an athletic heart and that I would live forever. Back then, I told him that I hoped not! We both enjoyed a fine laugh! Of course, we both wore our masks. Our masks did not mask the fact that my fine doctor and I are friends. I hope that his wife and he will hike House Mountain again. I met them once. It was their first and only hike. I hope that he calls and takes me up on my offer!
Our refrigerator needed help. A repairman arrived just after I left to see my doctor. I returned home just after he was gone. Our refrigerator required a little work to unclog a water line. Mrs. Appalachian Irishman was home while he worked. She took care of the details.
I wrote more on my book. I almost hiked House Mountain for the 175th time today. It has been sunny and too warm. The mud is drying. I will wait until tomorrow or Thursday. The mud, from the winter that we had (12/23 – 27/2020) needs to dry some more. I expect that the rain won't come until late Thursday.
I think that I will write more on my book. Not only that, but I will create a topic section called “Light at the End of the Tunnel” for this website as well.
This was just a little update today. Thank y'all for reading. We're winding down the year 2020. I do not think that 2021 will be much better. This Corona Myopia Psychosis will continue another year, as the propagandists spur it on. The year 2022 may be better. I am not a prophet, nor the son of a prophet, but that is my prediction. I hope that I am wrong, and next year will be better. Either way, this once great nation is bound and determined to be driven, by the propagandists and socialists, into destruction. In a few decades, this once great nation may be restored, but not in my lifetime. I wish you God's blessings in the New Year and day by day.
Oh, before I get off here, what do you think? Is Outskirts Press a good enough company that I could use to self-publish my book? There are many options. The cost for my book will be only what I need to make to break even. I don't want to earn any money from it. I only want to get my words in print, for folks here now and for future Ferrell generations.
By the way, at 4:37 PM, the view total today (so far) has increased from 256 to 270. That's 14 additional views in an hour and 37 minutes. Thanks, y'all, for “stopping by with coffee” to read for a while!
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