Rain, maybe!

Day 70, Every picture has a story"

It was John Paul James Adkins' day.  John Paul was baptized yesterday at St. Agnes Church and then people went over to Cynthia/Mike's for lunch.  I have seen him a few times but never with this smile on.  He is such a good guy that he mostly eats and sleeps.  Here he certainly looks like a happy christian!  

It seems like the days fly by and each day is kind of like same old, same old.  A little work, an early morning, a bike ride most of the time and then the day seems to slip away into evening where Terry and I tend to relax and then I go to bed early.  Well going to bed early is fine except that usually means waking up too early.  I have yet to stop the cycle of early to bed ((9:00) and early to rise (5:00).  I would like to see 10:00 and 6:00 BUT.

I have this mind set that I want to clear up odds and ends around here but every corner I walk around there seems to be more odds than ends!!!  I think I will forget about what needs/should be done and just sit back and remember for a short while:

• I remember when Sundays meant hitting 3 golf balls 100's of times towards the mailbox that was near my sand putting surface.  Of course it always involved rolling the barrel over the tall grass to retrieve the balls that I sliced.  I don't think I ever figured out how NOT to slice the ball.
• I remember getting on my Harley Sprint and driving all Sunday into the hills, to many of the lakes and arriving home at dusk or later.
• I remember going to Bergen church on Sunday and sitting with Chuckie J. where the highlight was if I could randomly open the song book to the page better than him!
• I remember going to the lake on Sunday and skiing behind John's boat.  
• I remember walking through Bert's pasture with my fishing gear and then sliding down the embankment to my favorite fishing spot on Sunday.
• I remember lamenting the fact that Dad seemed to NEED a nap on Sunday afternoon instead of hitting fly balls to me.
• I remember getting in the car and traveling to Glenwood MN to spend the day with Mom's side of the family.  It was counting horses on the way there and then spending some time with Uncles and Aunts during the day.  
• I remember Sundays were a day when many people would be at Lake Tewaukon and I would hope there was someone there I knew
• I remember Sundays were often a day we would drive in Uncle Obert's pasture or Bert's pasture with our 22's pointed out the window.  Shut the car off, whistle and then bang, a dead gopher!

I am not one to wish my life were back there but it is fun to sit and remember especially when the memories are good.

Enough for this morning.  My FP is gone and I am out and about.