March 5th, the first Friday of March 2021

 TERRY

Terry did the 90 minutes of therapy yesterday and the gal said she did a great job.  I found out that she has one more full week of therapy and then evaluation.  We will see how things go.  I THINK I will ask her this afternoon IF she wants to try our pool.   We will see!

This kind of tells where I am today.  Of course the kitchen should be clean and orderly but it is kind of a mess.  No excuses but Sonia did NOT come yesterday and will not be here today as well.  Sounds like she will be here on Monday.  I think I need to clean up the kitchen before then!!!  Well as I look it actually is not all that bad but NO excuse for it not to be clean with the counters clear of things.  I will try to do my part AFTER tennis today!

Once again I was not able to get into the link to sign up for a covid shot but will try on Monday again.  That darn thing is so so busy and then about 10 minutes into it's opening it is full.  I have heard of people who spend hours and hours trying to get signed up but I refuse to do that.  I will wash my hands, cover my mouth and wait my turn down the road as it becomes easier to get one.  I got a 7:00 AM call this morning from one of the guys who is scheduled to play at 9:00.  He said he got his second shot yesterday and was up most of the night with aches, chills etc.  He was asking if I knew of someone who could take his place.  

This picture is as close as I could come to a picture of our corncrib on the farm.  This is twice as tall as ours and ours had as a foundation of three rows of cement that it sat on.  You could crawl between the rows under the building.  It also had NO door on the end but two openings on the east side that you could put corn into. Enough

The corncrib sat on the SE corner of our farmstead.  It was kind of in a low spot of the farm.  It sat about 75 feet from the road, 40 feet from the pasture fence line and maybe 50 feet from the driveway into our farm.  The space from the driveway to the fence to the road and back again to the corncrib was just tall grass that was never mowed and just was there. It also was the place where I lost golf balls time after time after time.  AND one may remember how I found them.  I just rolled a 55 gallon barrel from the granary and with each bump I would pickup a ball.  Funny how one adopts to the conditions! 

Why do I write about the corncrib.  Well it was the site of many many fun times and many memories.  

• Of course first it was where we stored the corn in the fall.  Picking corn was always perhaps the most fun harvest of the year.  It was in October so usually cool weather, not the hot sweaty harvest of July and August.  There really was No dust or itchy stuff to make you miserable.  
• Often Dad had put veggies in the corn planter so when were were harvesting we could also pick up squash, pumpkins etc.  
• Then of course there was the shelling of the corn later.  That meant a huge pile of corncobs that would at some time be carried into the kitchen to burn in the cookstove.  The fun part was sometimes Dad would give us a nickel to bring in so many pails and that nickel could be spent on the church picnic down the road.  
• As I have shared in the past it also was our dedicated ball field.  We would bring the lawn mower and cut a path from home base near the corncrib to first bast and then second.  From there we would cut a path back to home base.  We never could have a whole field as it was only Dave and I playing or maybe on a lucky day Ricky would be over.  
• Underneath between the concrete supports was a great place to hide in a night game of hide and seek!  One would want to hide on the end away from the light pole because IF you were found you may be able to win the race with the person who was "it" to the safe spot!
• Well one can not forget saving a pail of corn because you needed a lot of kernels when during a stormy winter day Mom would draw a picture on the blackboard and as it was placed on the floor we would cover the chalk lines with corn!
• The not so good part was when we played ball and used the crib for a back stop.  More then once, with a mighty throw, someone would break a board int he crib.  Somehow we always managed to fix it up and I do not remember Dad ever balling us out about it.
• So with stories to remember and times to cherish I say it was a sad sad day when the fire took the corncrib along with the ENTIRE farm and set smoke up in the air and far away from our farmstead.

Here it is about 8:20 and almost time to think about tennis.  My FP was extra good this morning so I am thinking that means I will be good on the tennis court today as well.  Well it may not make any sense to say that but I still believe!!!