Along the Jocko - watercolor
Saturday, August 30, 2014
Wednesday, August 27, 2014
Monday, August 25, 2014
Sunday, August 24, 2014
Saturday, August 23, 2014
Tuesday, August 19, 2014
Sunday, August 17, 2014
Caught on camera, Tigger wearing sandals.
I thought I heard this conversation:
Tigger: Come on, Rabbit, Let's you and me bounce, huh?
Rabbit: Good heavens! M-m-m-me bounce?
Tigger: Why, certainly! And look, you've got the feet for it.
Rabbit: I have?
Tigger: Sure! Come on, try it! It makes ya feel just grrreat!
Saturday, August 16, 2014
Friday, August 15, 2014
Thursday, August 14, 2014
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
My nephew Dusty's wedding was last Saturday, the 9th of August. Denise and I had planned to attend and traveled to Plains on Thursday. Wednesday around 1am, the day before we left for Plains, I woke with severe abdominal pain. I thought the pain would go away but it persisted and we decided to go to Kalispell to the VA clinic because the Kalispell clinic was closest. The VA doctor thought I had appendicitis and sent me to the Kalispell Regional Medical Center emergency room. I spent 9 hours in the emergency room undergoing two CT scans and diagnostics by 5 different surgeons, gastro, and ER doctors. The CT scans showed that the inflammation was in the secum portion of the intestine. The appendix is an appendage of the secum. The surgeons determined that an appendectomy would leave a hole in the secum and probably spread the infection so surgery was not an option. They admitted me to the hospital and administered antibiotics and pain medication by IV for two days. They discharged me Sunday afternoon and put me on another eight days of oral antibiotics. We missed the wedding, but below is a photo of the bride and groom's dance. The wedding was held at Burgess Ranch, the ranch where Denise grew up. The haze in the photo is from all of the forest fires in the area including one in the mountain just east of the ranch.
Thursday, August 7, 2014
In a bobbing and bouncing sea
He was happy to have the dingy float
As he counted waves as high as trees
He sailed south without an oar
Into the Strait of Rondalay
Standing at the helm on a board
He watched the sunset dance a play
A baseball cap shaded his eyes
White sneakers covered his feet
He sailed under the bluest skies
Wishing his dingy was a navy fleet
His cargo was a banana bunch
His passenger was a goat
They had banana and cheese for lunch
With rum to ease their throats
©Copyright October 28, 2008 by Terry D. Sutherland