"My doctor told me to stop having intimate dinners for four. Unless there are three other people." - Orson Welles

Well, hello there, it's good to be back playing some tunes on my computer keyboard today. It is Tuesday, February 11, 2025, and, I bid each one a hearty hello from my place to wherever you happen to be. God is good. God is great. And, I do thank Him for even the next heartbeat since He is in control. Amen! I am a long term Type 2 diabetic which came calling nearly 25 years ago. Better put, that's when I discovered I am one. One of those God things. I went in to have my shoulder checked after injuring it loading up our car to be towed from Louisiana back to our home place here in The Woodlands, Texas area. (transmission gave up the ghost.) Shoulder check. Strained. Meanwhile, the doc said let's do a physical since I had not had one in a long time. We did. Bam! I wasn't a diabetic with training wheels, I was full blown. No way. Can't be. At any rate, here I am, all these years later still thanking God for the doctor who talked me into a physical. Yep. It did radically change my life. Finger pricks, medication, and, on and off again weight management. Recently, I tried to lose some again and it has helped. I'm talking about being down between 20-25 pounds depending on the week I weigh. I am still around 5 pounds short of my target but I do have an excuse for most of my fluctuation. Enter the scene at stage right one outstanding Southern style cook, none other than the wife of my youth. Last Saturday, she decided to do a feast. We invited the boys and those who could come to enjoy some homemade chicken and dumplings, made from scratch cornbread dressing, baked ham, English peas, cranberry sauce, homemade yeast bread and rolls, iced tea, and, let's also have apple pie and Blue Bell Homemade Vanilla ice cream for dessert. It was all melt in your mouth delicious. I knew better but I had seconds. Sunday morning is my weigh in. The previous weigh in showed me only 2-1/2 pounds away from my target. The one this past Sunday showed me to be back at 4 to 5 pounds away from my target. But, in fairness, let me say this about that: It is not my fault. Who plans a Thanksgiving Day feast in February? Right? I knew you would see it from my point of view. 

We made a really good choice this past Sunday evening. Having heard all the hype we decided to watch the Super Bowl game. We had quit watching the NFL several years ago, but, we settled in for a couple of hours of the pregame festivities which were, to me anyway, as dull as it gets. The game finally started. We watched the first few plays, looked at each other, and asked, "Do we really care to watch this?" The answer was a resounding no, therefore, we went back to watching the Arkansas State Police chase down drivers who decided to make a run for it. Don't knock it. It's pretty interesting. Instead of talking about quarterbacks we focused on the legendary pit maneuver expert, (Pit: Precision Immobilization Technique), Arkansas State Trooper Jacob Byrd. Byrd is a twenty-something who has not only the training but also a sixth sense in how to disrupt a fleeing suspect even at alarming high speeds. His knows exactly where to hit the fleeing car and the results speak for themselves. He has a national following who watch his dash cam videos on various social media platforms. The wife, for some reason, loves watching car chases. She, also, for some reason, enjoys watching professional face slappers, especially when they knock their opponent senseless. And, for some reason, she really likes to see any loud mouth braggart go down, whether it is boxing or any other sport. I believe she just might be channeling something but I think for my own well being it's best to leave it at that. After all, I wouldn't want to cause any disturbance in the force that decides we'll have a Thanksgiving feast in February. You do know what I mean, right Vern? Y'all take care now, you hear? And always remember to be thankful to God. Amen.