February 18th and we are att the third weekend of February 2022

 TERRY

There is really not much change for Terry.  She was awake as I left for tennis at 7:20 this morning and now as I write it is 11:00 AM and she just woke from a nape an wanted a cookie!  I would say she is doing about the same so as usual it is one day at a time.

I know it is really not important in the long term BUT my tennis game stunk today!  OK so the 4 of us played two sets and I won one and lost one but really my game was NOT good today.  I say that but WHY as we all know in life tennis can be fun, rewarding, and much more BUT in the end it is only a game that gives life some ups and downs.  Of course we all know that family, health and other things are important and games are good for what they are but really not all that important in terms of winning or losing.  Enough said about that BUT I like to win!!!

I had an interesting evening yesterday.  For some crazy reason I just felt punk if that is even a word.  Finally I took two Advil PM and closed my eyes at 7:30!  Perhaps that lingered over to my early tennis today, not sure.  Even now it is a bit past 11:00 and I am tired and because of what??  I do not know.  Anyway I will try to make the best of the remaining day.

For some reason I have had family on my mind a lot lately.  OK so it is not unusual for me to think about family and what it was like many many years ago but for some reason it has been almost consistently on my mind over the last few days.  Some of the things that have been on my mind are:

• The days of playing ball with Dave and neighbor Ricky.  We would use the corncrib for a backstop and play pitcher, batter and fielder with the batter needing to run to the base and back.
• The many many days of harvest that Dave and I would sit in the truck while Dad drove the combine.  I am thinking that those days had a lot to do with the forming of my being.
• The loads and loads and loads of rocks that seem to just appear out of nowhere in the fields.  Sometimes I swear we had a better crop of rocks than wheat!
• Driving the Ford tractor around the alfalfa field while Dad drove the stacker and Dave and Joan worked on top of the stack.  Really I had the softest job ever.  All I did was drive the Ford with the rake behind and pick up loose hay. When I had the rake full I would drive over a hay bundle and pull the rope which would dump the rake.  I often thought about why we stacked hay and all the neighbors bailed.  I guess it was cheaper.
• All the many times Ronald/Glorine and John/Janet would come home.  Of course Joan/Ron were in the mix as well but it seemed that I was older when they would come home.  Of course during hunting it was Ronald and John.  That would be pheasant hunting when I was expected to be the bird dog!!!  Well perhaps the better memories are from deer hunting and there are many stories about that.
• Of course there are stores that are not so pleasant to remember as well.  Like the time cousin Robert was killed in an accident.  I was not there as it was Dad, Ronald, Marvin, Jerry and Robert during their time hunting rabbits.  BUT the memories are of the days after AND when Dad came home after the accident.  
• Of course the days surrounding Ronald's death and then a short time later Janet's death.  Those memories seem to burn themselves into ones mind and leave scares that never seem to completely heal.  I guess one could call it "life" and leave it at that.  

Enough rambling on for the day.  I may need to get Terry something to eat and then I may just take a nap as I still am kind of in the mode of yesterday.  AND of course the FP is finished.