TERRY
Terry is doing about the same. She slept off and on in the afternoon but then was awake for much of the evening. At 2:30 she wanted to be changed and THEN she turned the TV on for a while to watch the election returns. As I turned the TV on this morning it looks like it is not decided yet. I am a bit concerned as she did not want much to eat yesterday BUT then she has not felt well the last couple of days so I guess that is to be expected. I am hoping that she is back to normal today but as I write she is asleep.
Back in time about 65 years ago. This is a drawing from my book. AND maybe for the second time I will write about it. Lake Tewaukon was about a half mile north of our farm. It was there I would spend time IF there was no work to do on the farm. There was a nice rocky path down to the water on Bert's farm. So on any given day I would fetch my rod and reel, dig worms in the trees, grab my gunny sack with stuff in and fishing I would go. I would always tell Mom where I was going BUT now when I think back I wonder if parents would allow kids to do that today. I had a certain spot where I would go and it was right behind Eleanor's chicken house. There was a kind of flat rock near the water and then on the water edge there was a place where I could make a little corral for fish. As I walked through Bert and Eleanor's yard I made sure that, if possible, Eleanor might see me from her kitchen. Cause if she would often she would invite me in for a couple of cookies! Anyway when I got to the lake a slimy worm was put on the hook and the bobber was set about three feet above the hook. I would then, with a flick of my wrist, throw the line out about 10 feet or so. I would settle back to take in the view of the lake, the trees and the sandy beach which was to the right of the farm. Sometimes there would be people there and I would squint to see if I knew them. Usually it did not take long before the bobber would start to move a little and then down it would go. With a quick jerk up I would often then have a perch and maybe it would be the size of two thumbs put together. It then was a matter of taking the hook out and placing the fish in the corral I had made. I would usually stay a couple of hours and in that time I may have as many as a dozen tiny perch in my corral. I would pack up my gear after a couple of hours. The last thing I would do is remove one of the rocks of my corral and the perch would then swim to the blue (or green) waters of Lake Tewaukon once again only to be my prey on another day! I would walk back home again kind of close to the house just in case Eleanor would have more cookies! It was then a half mile walk in Bert's pasture where the grass was about as tall as the putting greens on a fancy golf course. Bert had two pastures. One was the land just south of his farm and the other was a pasture across the road and near the creek. He would get the cows there by having them cross the road near the bridge. When I arrived home I would put the can of worms and my fishing pole in the shop where we parked the Ford tractor and then make sure Mom knew I was home. I would say that life on the farm does not get any more innocent than a day like that!
It looks like the election is undecided as of now but it will come down to a few states that are tight. I do not know when they may know who the winner is.
That is about it for today. I am only half finished with my FP and will forgo eating anything until after my 9:00 tennis.
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