A Strange Place To Give Thanks

I did some thing I have never done, nor ever expected I would. I called a phone number on the back of the rest room stall. No no. Not the, "for a good time call ....". This is the one on the door of all the MDA restroom doors. "If you have soiled yourself or your clothing call ........... for assistance." Some one came with aids for cleaning, a pair of scrubs, and socks. Thank goodness for cell phones. This is but one more way this #&*#@!  cancer and its treatment  takes its toll and the way MDA has anticipated the needs of we the patients. This disease not only takes our health, it also robs us of our dignity.  #$@&*#@@## CANCER. Thanks for MDA.

Ready, Set, Everybody Jump!

We were at my brother's farm and we all went out to the gravel pit for a bonfire. A bunch of us went up on top of the hill above the  gravel pit below where the fire was. We play a game of dare. Who would jump down and go down the gravelly cliff to the bottom, probably 75 feet? We end up all doing it. A few tumbles and rolls and gravel flying and a few bumps and bruises and we made it. But I was much younger then. When I heard last night, that we might go over a physical cliff, I took a few extra pillows to bed because this could hurt. You see, I'm not as nimble any more. Wait, I just saw the news story in print - fiscal cliff? I guess pillows won't be any help for this ride.




                                                             Happy New Year