A GREAT DAY!

I had a very good day--got up at 7 am and went to work at 10:30.
The accounting was a nightmare and I staightened out part of it.

After dinner, Dave and I ordered new black leather chairs for our rec room.

The focal point of the room is a beautiful rug I got from Harrod's a few years back.

What is your idea of a great day?

Alice,
The parrott looks gorgeous. I bet he wakes you up every morning. I know we had this cockrel in my village in Bangladesh when I was small, it used to wake up the whole village with its mating calls.

Then one day my uncle said "We should have it for food."

Then we did. Mmmmm delicious meat it was an all

Ahad,

Have you eaten dogs and cats also?

No, dear Alice, we consider those to be pets! I have heard though they eat them in Korea and China...

I wasn't implying that you should eat the parrott. Parrotts are not edible in my culture. Since they have language skills and are a higher form of bird life with intelligence, we do not eat birds of this type.

Chickens, ducks, geese, cockerels are fine. As are cows, sheep and goat. But not horse or buffallo. Those are definitely not on.

Alice, my idea of a great day is any day that I open my eyes and see a ceiling above me. That lets me know that I am still alive. Another great day for sure.

E. Don,

You remind me of my Panceatic surgeon. After my 2005 surgery, he told me I would be seeing him every year for the rest of my life.

I saw him in 2006. Then in 2007 , he dropped a bombshell--he discovered a spot on my liver and told me to come back in two months.

I asked him if he would be pleased to find this spot on his liver.
He said, " No!"
When I said, ' Why not?'
He replied that he woud not like the uncertainity of the situation.

I said "I am approaching my 60th birthday--should I have a celebration or plan for a funeral?"

His answer, " Everyday above ground is cause for a celebration."

Good advice--Liver is fine--Life is wonderful --look for the good--seize the moment.

A Ahad wrote:

No, dear Alice, we consider those to be pets! I have heard though they eat them in Korea and China...

I wasn't implying that you should eat the parrott. Parrotts are not edible in my culture. Since they have language skills and are a higher form of bird life with intelligence, we do not eat birds of this type.

Chickens, ducks, geese, cockerels are fine. As are cows, sheep and goat. But not horse or buffallo. Those are definitely not on.

Ahad,,

Thnaks for clarifying that.

A great day for me is one when no worries or chores are nagging at me, when it's quiet and I can sit and read.

Recently, the book was Rosemary Poole-Carter's "Women of Magdalene" and now it's Tracy Chevalier's "Burning Bright."

Malcolm

Malcolm,

I hope today is a good day for you.

I am very happy about today. My daughter-in-law is going to lunch with me.

I hope she has a surprise for me. Time will tell.

It was a very good day. Here it is the 10th of February and I got my hubbies Valentine gift a whole four days early.

It is a pair of Ugg slippers. While we were waiting for them--we cast our eyes about the men's shoe department and did we get a laugh.

Black patent, pointed-toed shoes with a bright red blaze on them-"Gotta be for a devil." I said. No self-respecting man would be caught dead in them--only $495.00.

What has the world come to anyway. The economy can't be too bad--they weren't even on sale.

I asked them if they had pitch forks to go with them.
They didn't--Phooey!!!!

It was a good day. We returned from the woods where it was windy, cold, and generally bad weather and bad roads, and returned home where most of the snow had melted and it was a beautiful day. Went to the last hockey game of the season, for us anyway.

And we're getting ready to leave further south on Monday for about six weeks. I can't wait.

Carol

Carol,

You have tons of fun and be safe and well.

Love ya,

Alice

I had a great day this weekend past. I was on top of a rugged mountain hunting coyotes with my old army buddy. It was quite a hike to get up there, and I kept remembering things about Norwegian mountain troops as we made the torturous climb ever upward.
The mountain was so steep and high that it kind of made me dizzy looking down, kind of like what it would be if I could just hang on to the wing of an airplane and go for a ride. But the view was impressive as well as breathtaking. That is an understatement! We spent a good bit of time up there hunting around a giant boulder, and in a hidden valley that absolutely could not be seen from any angle unless right in it. It was a lonely and forlorn place, but I had a liking for it.
The end of the day was finally at hand. I retrieved my bottle of water from a patch of mountain snow as we broke our setup to go home. As we made the long walk back to the truck, the sun was setting and the sky had a deep purple hue to it as I looked over to say something to my buddy. I noticed how gigantic the full moon was as it just loomed over our heads.
Off in the distance, a pack pf coyotes howled at us as if to say, "Hah, we beat you and we get to live another day!" The night air was getting colder and my lungs were starting to burn by the time that I made it to the truck, but I felt like I had done something. Somehow it had been an important moment in my life, and I am glad that I did it. Isnt it strange how these nameless times seem to hang with us?

A great post, Richard, and well-written too! I have had similar
experiences and they are best shared with a friend. Many times I have
been alone and see a breathtaking view and get a strange, bittersweet
feeling because there's no one to turn to and say, "Hey, would you look at
THAT!"

What was the name of the mountain?

I used to love to climb mountains--only made it 12,500 feet on Mt Rainier 2000 feet shy of the summit.

Any day when people aren't shooting at you is a Great Day. Any day when artillery shells and rockets aren't falling around you, when there is no danger of stepping on an anti-personnel mine, when bombs aren't falling from planes and planes aren't diving on you with machine guns firing is a Great Day. Aside from thos things, very little matters.

I think your idea of a great day is shared by many, especially in the Middle East.

Its not as tall as that, just real steep and with a breathtaking view. It is called Dry Run Mountain, in upper East Tennessee. Here is a link that is from youtube, and it is from a few ridges down from where I hunt. Turn on your PCs sound and listen to the howl of the coyotes at dusk, with the lightning bugs adding to the scene. How I do love it so! Look to the tops of the mountains in the distance, and that is where I like to be.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hUzXSKJzl0Q
My family came into the mountains in the year of "the bloody sevens", or 1777. We fought the Indians and the British for the land, and through wars and depressions, it has been our constant friend and shelter, hiding us from our terrors with its own rugged beauty.
It is wild and rugged, but the winds of change are blowing. More and more people are comming in from the outside and buying up all of the "unspoiled" mountain land to build tanning salons and housing developments. Soon all of the unspoiled land will be gone, and a way of life with it. I can truly feel what the native Americans must have felt when it happened to them in the past.
So, yes it is kind of bittersweet, because I tell my friends who go with me to take a good look at this beautiful country, for soon it will be gone. We are the last of the old time mountain men, a slice of American legend that is about to walk across the pages of history for the last time.
We are the last of our kind, dissappearing along with steam locomotives and the family farm. When the land is gone, so will we be too, our time and usefulness ended forever. So, I take a special fondness for these stolen moments, when I can climb the last of the rugged hills, going into the wild and lonely places to do the primitive thing known as hunting, and done in the old ways. It is a rite of the mountains; who will miss us when we are gone?

Alice wrote:

A Ahad wrote:

No, dear Alice, we consider those to be pets! I have heard though they eat them in Korea and China...

I wasn't implying that you should eat the parrott. Parrotts are not edible in my culture. Since they have language skills and are a higher form of bird life with intelligence, we do not eat birds of this type.

Chickens, ducks, geese, cockerels are fine. As are cows, sheep and goat. But not horse or buffallo. Those are definitely not on.

Ahad,,

Thnaks for clarifying that.

I've had iguana. Tastes like pork.

I think I'll take Dick's broccoli leftovers. You don't have to kill it to eat it. Now I know Dick will have some thoughts on that.

Jo Elle,

Please stay safe and alive!

Richard,

I loved your description of the mountains and comparing your feelings today with those of the Native Americans in the past.

Carol

Today, for the very first time since last July, I went out with someone besides my husband or other family member. A friend is interested in forming an arts and culture organization in the community and was going to meet with an expert on this in the next town and asked me to go along. I have had experience in starting community organizations, etc. I loved it, using my expertise and ideas, and did well, didn't embarrass myself tripping over the curb or having to ask for help in getting out of the car!!

Then I went to the beauty shop and had my hair trimmed and spent a fortune on hair thickening beauty products and learned about hair from a woman with lots of expertise. I look pretty good!!

Then we went and got the results of our tax documents and found we don't have to pay anything extra and will even get a small amount back.

We are going out to dinner with our son and family.

It just doesn't get any better than this. . . unless I was in the mountains or someplace warmer.

Carol