A whale of a good time was had by all.

Great Grand MiMi with our Gabi Girl.

Good morning and welcome to another day, another dollar, here at the old blogger ranch on this Tuesday, June 20, 2017. No one is certain about the origin of that phrase 'another day, another dollar', however, it typically points to the routine of life including our need to work in order to have income for our support. A country singer named Wynn Stewart released a song with that same title in 1962 and it was a moderate success. It did become somewhat of an anthem for the working class. Speaking of work, I would be remiss if I didn't recognize the hard work put in by the wife this past Saturday in honor of Fathers Day. We didn't have the entire clan together but 14 of us gathered around another celebration of this recognition with a legendary meal. She did her classic fried chicken, mashed potatoes and gravy, peas, okra, skillet cornbread, a loaf of fresh yeast bread, deviled eggs, sliced tomatoes, and iced tea. She also served up something called banana delight for dessert. (Emphasis on the 'delight'.) She was exhausted at the end of it all but she knew her family had once again enjoyed the fruit of her labors. And, after the smoke cleared, she finally got her hands on our brand new (one month) great grand, Gabi. She didn't turn loose for a while. What a great day. What a great meal. What a great cook. Thanks Sweetheart for doing what you do for us all. Oh yeah, also, come home soon!

Having Facebook gives us all an opportunity to keep up with folks we have known since way back when. Occasionally, I see a photo of one of their children and as Yogi Berra said it, "It's deja vu all over again." I mean that kid is an exact replica of the fellow I used to run with. It's not that way with all offspring, but, there are those times when I find myself doing a double take. It causes me to remember those days of yesteryear when we were involved in all kinds of stuff, mostly good fun, but, we were teenaged boys, so some of it was probably borderline at best. It's kind of funny how that works. Typically, we never exchange our recollections in the "remember when we were" types of discussions. That doesn't mean we have forgotten them. We just prefer to make those for our thoughts only. It seems the younger generations share a whole lot more of their experiences than we do. That's okay. What happened in the good old days, well, they can stay there, if you know what I mean.

The wife left Sunday for Louisiana and their tour bus left Monday morning for Branson. She had an opportunity to visit dad on her way over and reported that he is much better than the last time we saw him in the hospital. He is now in a rehab hospital and they are working with him to try and help him get some ability to function going again. She told me that it hurts to see him like he is. I think that's the way most of us feel. He could have been the prototype for the Energizer Bunny before these medical issues took hold of his life. It's just hard for those of us who know him well to make sense of his situation. However, we thank God for the progress he is making and we so look forward to when he recovers some of that passion for life he has had for all the years we've known him. It is in God's hands. That we can be sure of. May God bless each one. Until next time, may He add His blessing to our day. Amen. ....More later.