July 25, the last Sunday of the month

 TERRY

The state of my world is this:  Terry is the same as she is in bed with the paper.  SW Florida is the same as the temp is in the high 70s on its' way to the high 80s.  AND I am the same as I sit with my FP drink and type away on the computer.  So no news is pretty much good news for now.  As I opened the garage door to go out and get the paper I was reminded by the heat that I AM IN FLORIDA!!!

Terry and I have no plans for the day.  With Terry being not very moble going to church is really not a realistic thing so it is often listening or watching it on the television.  I talked to Terry yesterday and said we must get those chest x rays this coming week.  She agreed but we will see what she says when I bring it up Monday!  She just is most comfortable in her bed with the TV on.  It has now been several days since she walked out into the living room.  Of course that is NOT good in any sense so I do take one day at a time and try to get things moving in the right direction.  

I am guessing the TV will be on most of the day tuned into the Olympics.  Terry did watch some yesterday and I joined her for a while.  We saw the US get a gold, silver and bronze in swimming.  We also watched the best US women's volleyball team win their first set.  Those gals are so athletic and agile as they play in the sand.  One of them is 6' 5' and puts her height to good use.  I think there are two women team but not sure.  I watched some of the men's match and they lost.  They are not as fun to watch if you get my drift.  OK I just said that because I thought it was funny!  I should look at when the men's basketball play today as it sounds like their team is a bit shaky at best.

You may find this unbelievable but I think there may be something to it.  Here goes:  When I was in grade school I would classify myself as a severe stutter.  I remember getting up in front of the class when I was in the 6th grade as Mrs. Fox, our teacher, had us doing oral book reports.  I had my report down pat and was good to go.  I stood up in front of the class and could not say a word.  I just stood there like a frozen mackerel.  Finally, is seemed like an eternity, Mrs. Fox said I should sit down.  Now that was stuttering at its' worst but it was a big deal with me.   First of all Mom and Dad NEVER brought attention to it but they did some things that maybe helped.  They tried to make sure I got enough sleep.  They never put any pressure on me to talk in front of people and other things as well.  But, today, here is my story.  I read in the Parade today about Emily Blunt, the actress.  As a child she was a stutter.  They said maybe she grow out of it as when she started to play parts she was not herself but someone else and that helped her out grow the problem.  Now here I was in the 50s mainly.  (I did this my myself).  I would play ball as it was me and the south barn wall.  After I cleared the barn yard of all the cow pies etc I had the perfect ball field.  I would be Hammering Hank at bat and hit the ball a mile.  Then in the field I would be Warren Spahn the pitcher who won all his games.  All the while as I played ball I would talk to myself as I I was in another world where stuttering was not an issue.  I may sound crazy but I think that had a lot to do with the fact that by the time I got to 8th grade it pretty much was not an issue AND now it is NO issue as I may talk too much.

That is my story and I am sticking to it but REALLY I believe it had a lot to do with the fact that I out grew stuttering as one knows that is pretty unusual.  I could also mention I had this problem of chewing my finger next to my thumb on my right hand.  No I guess I won't admit that as it sounds like I may have been a strange child.

Here is a pretty darn cute picture of Dad after he had his broken leg fixed.  It warms my heart as Mom looks so so happy.  I know it happened in the fall because with the cast on he hunted deer around home and got his by driving and then getting out and shooting.

FROM DAKOTA ATTITUDE

Farm Fresh Eggs taste better

Thirty-five years ago, Dorothy began reaffirming her commitment to Albert in a unique way: raising chickens.  "My husband doesn't like bought eggs."  Dorothy says, "That's my first priority for having chickens."  Can Albert really tell the difference? "You damn right I can, ' he declares.  From 150 hens, I have gotten as many as 135 eggs in one day Dorothy says.  Some are sold locally, and others are sold in the grocery store in Walhalla.  A funny side story here is one time Terry and I were visiting the Lees in Madison.  I was up but Terry was still in bed.  Leo races downstairs, knocks on the door and says in a loud voice, 'Grandma Terry, come up for breakfast we have farm fresh eggs!" To this day I get a chuckle out of that when it comes to mind.

Well here it is creeping up towards 9:00.  I do have a load of clothes to put in and then do some things for Terry so will sip my last of the FP and see if I have much get up and go today!