01.29.2020: 1730: A late afternoon view of our house.
We’ve had a busy day today. Exercise with our PT, a meeting with my Neurologist, lunch with Betsy from Sierra Vista, finding good news from Al across the street, that all the flyers for our neighborhood have been distributed. (We hope to qualify as a historic neighborhood.) Our area is over fifty years old.
I wasn’t able to practice shoot outside (cold and windy), and it was too late to go to the club. 1800: I fixed Salmon patties and stirfry leftovers. We watched PBS SANDITON and went to bed.
01.30.2020: A Desert Willow, a night-blooming Cirrus and a Penny.
The Robert-McKenzie Tree and penny. The penny is Super Glued to the walkway. Some well-meaning person chipped it off for us a few years ago. Therefore the date is off, but the memory is still there. The Desert Willow came as a volunteer shortly after we bought one for the Children’s Memorial Walkway along the Pantano Wash in Michael Perry Park. Note the slow-growing Cirrus twisting its way up the willow’s trunk. That is in memory of McKenzie, (16), who was killed in an auto crash. We became friends with Shannon, her mother, through The Compassionate Friends. She gave us a Cirrus cutting for the Desert Willow. Today is Robert Eric Turner’s Birthday. He would be 46 years old, the youngest of our family, who died July 2, 1997.
A friend told us that they were happy to see that we had “gotten over it.” No! We never get “over it” (“it” being Robert). Ask a veteran if he/she gets over the loss of a buddy. No! They don’t get over it. Hopefully, they get through it. They go on living. We continue living with Rob’s Spirit.
Part of the celebration of Rob’s Birthday is Marvin the Martian. Rob liked Marvin so much that he had Marvin tattooed on his shoulder. At the time, we thought it was silly. But now, we don’t. We had Marvin etched on his grave marker in the Grand Canyon Cemetery. Collecting Marvin memorabilia became a primary focus of ours: coffee mugs, ties, socks. All of this was acquired over the years after his death.
01.31.2020:
Tomorrow is Rabbit Day, of course. I hope you remembered! 0700:I had my regular four-month dental check-up. All went well. 1230: I started my League shoot for score. I managed 158/300. Not good at all. Of the ten scores, my best score was 21/30. My worse score was 03/30! Not worth taking a picture.
What should I do? Give up and say I can’t do this. OF COURSE NOT! If I were writing a novel, should I quit and say, “No one will like this story. It wasn’t on the mark. Why bother to finish working on it? Why should I even keep writing? I think I’ll just crawl over in the corner and suck my thumb and feel depressed.
OR
I could sit my old self down and write another sentence. Write about something different. Maybe write about bubble gum cigars! and a 1955 Oldsmobile 98. Now I wonder how those could fit together and be on target?
OR
in the case of archery, I can start fresh tomorrow morning on the first of February and nock my next arrow, take aim at the yellow hold the left hand steady, keep on my anchor point and continue to practice my follow-through.
02.01.2020: 1000: PJ and I are going shopping for Quail Run Writers for our Tuesday morning meeting. We will have special guests. We’ll have special treats. How exciting! I’ll have three memoir pieces to share if we have time. 1500: I’m going to practice. Shot thirty arrows: 15 @ ten yards; 15 @ twenty yards. No stabilizer. Tighter grouping and better follow-through. The left hand is weak. Sunday, I’ll tack up a target for scoring. 1530: back to writing. 1630: Julie drove us to the monthly Boy Scout Dinner, where Jessa is the chief.(She’s the boss since Joe has his ankle in a cast and can’t move around.)
She served chicken Cordon Bleu and mashed sweet potatoes. We enjoyed the meal and got to take some home.
02.02.2020: A SPECIAL DAY, TODAY: A PALINDROME DAY that HAPPENED-900-YEARS-AGO-DAY.
Super Bowl and Ground Hog Day.
I took my own challenge and wrote about a
Enjoy!