Here's one I copied, unattributed: "Dad, I am considering a career in organized crime." Dad's response, "Really? Government or the private sector?"

Good morning and welcome. Today is Thursday, November 12, 2025, and, what's new here? I'm just back from seeing the doctor at 8 a.m., an orthopedic, and I was there to get some drugs. Yep. I need them. I really do. It was just at a year since I was there to get Cortisone shots, one in each hip. That will help me as I continue the 2025 Santa Adventure. The shots are for bursitis. And, the one thing I am reminded of when I visit this particular doctor. You cannot change the age factor. Some of this stuff comes with being 79 plus. The shots help some, but, the rest of the story is to learn to live with it. That reminds me. The other day when I went to the kidney specialist, her first lieutenant, RN grade, did the screening before the doctor comes in. She asked me if I was hurting anywhere on that particular day. Here is what I told her, "Mam, I am headed towards 80, and I suppose it is not where I am hurting but perhaps where do I not hurt that should be the answer." It was a joke, but, I could tell she was a little taken aback. I told her as far as I knew there were no pains associated with anything the nephrologist would be concerned about. She looked relieved. What is it with these folks? Doctor jokes have been around forever. Oh well, I realized her most pressing deliverable was to get the information into her little tablet so it could be uploaded for the doctor. I gave her some arthritis, bursitis, asthma, and, other miscellaneous stuff to fill out her paperwork. Who said I didn't know how to cooperate? Maybe I should have told her a few dad jokes to start her day. "Doctor, doctor, I do believe I need glasses. The lady responded, 'I would agree, this is the bank.'" ~ What’s the difference between a general practitioner and a specialist? One treats what you have, the other thinks you have what he treats. ~ Podiatrist said I have Athlete’s foot. Laughing I said, I WISH! ~ One last one for today, You can hear the blood in your veins if you listen varicosely. I hear those groans. Okay. Forget about the drum rolls and the applause. Save it for another day.

 

Yours truly, early 1970's working for Sears, Memorial City. Who knew?

I know. I cannot help sounding like a broken record, and for the record, if the shoe fits buy one in every color. I do go a wee bit overboard talking about the people we are privileged to work with in our Santa program. Lord willing we will be working with some we've grown to love over the years, this Saturday. Where? You may need Google Maps to find it, Delight, Arkansas. The photographer is a most wonderful lady. She was a school teacher, she is a pastor's wife, a mom, a grandmother, and, she is a trained professional photographer. Her husband pastors a local Church there. We were able to be with them many years ago to help organize a local called out assembly in Mexico. This was before we ever thought anything about working together in making Christmas memories. The husband is also a former missions coordinator for a major Baptist association, and, also former president of that same group. She tells us they are booked solid there in the stomping grounds of the Rhinestone Cowboy himself, Glen Campbell. We usually get to make photos with some of his kinfolk. This will be our fourth year to do this venue. We stay in Hope, Arkansas, yes, home of another prominent individual, President Bill Clinton. Okay. I will not delve into politics, but, we have not felt the need to visit any of the places in and around Hope that relate to President Clinton. Maybe, it is just a lack of time. I report. You decide. We will be leaving early Friday morning and hope to be back in our place for the 5 p.m. Christmas musical practice at Mims Baptist on Sunday afternoon. If all goes according to plan I hope to be clicking and clacking again come next Monday. May God bless each one. Amen.