I think I've run out of excuses for not posting anything to my Blog spot. After complaining about my computer for months, I finally bit the bullet and went south for a new computer. Once I finally made the mood I went hog wild and bought a new monitor (nice and big to accommodate an aging vision), a new laser printer, a new faster modem and even a new router (kept losing Wifi on the old one. What a difference, now I only have to find the inspiration to get started again. You kind of lose it after awhile. I'm not sure that today is the day for any literary gems. This cellar office is so cold my fingers are getting stiff so I'm not sure I'll be able to jump start my brain. I'll be satisfied to get a few words on paper. It would be a great start for 2015. I really do enjoy writing them and look forward to hopefully making my posts a regular, at least twice monthly, thing.
I thought today might be the time to update you about golf. If you've read my past Blogs you know that I've pretty much given up on the game, not for lack of desire, but for a pronounced decline in golfing performance. In fact the last serious golf I engaged in was back in March of 2013. I was able to survive 7 complete rounds of golf in seven days in Myrtle Beach. Since then the clubs have been gathering dust in the garage. I have no idea how it happened, but in some sort of lost weekend type trance I am told that I said yes to joining the group on this years trip. Heaven help me, these days I'm out of breath after one of my nocturnal bathroom trips. This should be a trip to remember. It should at least provide me with a great deal of Blog material when I get back.
Speaking of trips, we did go on one since the last time I posted anything. Finally took that Branson trip that everyone talks about.
Trip started out in Saint Louis, saw the famous arch, went to Hannibal, Mark Twain's home town, then to Branson, Mo., where we were able to enjoy five different shows in three days.
Unbelievable how many are available. For the record, every audience was filled with no one but senior citizens. Tour bus companies would file for bankruptcy without us.
Final destination was Memphis Tenn where we toured Elvis Pressley's Graceland, Motel where Martin Luther King was assassinated, and the recording studio, Sun Studio where Elvis and the likes of Jerry Lee Lewis, Ray Perkins and Johnny Cash made an impact on the music world.
I've been trying to avoid all those getting old jokes that enter the internet. Getting old is tough enough without being constantly reminded. The aches and pains are quite enough to keep us posted.. Unfortunately it's impossible to escape from one of those so-called momentous birthdays, our 80th. Marge celebrated hers in December as will I in February so the kids are planning something next week to remind us. I do hope they sent down to St. Augustine for a glass of water from that fountain of youth that Ponce De Leon was looking for.
Till the next time.
I thought today might be the time to update you about golf. If you've read my past Blogs you know that I've pretty much given up on the game, not for lack of desire, but for a pronounced decline in golfing performance. In fact the last serious golf I engaged in was back in March of 2013. I was able to survive 7 complete rounds of golf in seven days in Myrtle Beach. Since then the clubs have been gathering dust in the garage. I have no idea how it happened, but in some sort of lost weekend type trance I am told that I said yes to joining the group on this years trip. Heaven help me, these days I'm out of breath after one of my nocturnal bathroom trips. This should be a trip to remember. It should at least provide me with a great deal of Blog material when I get back.
Speaking of trips, we did go on one since the last time I posted anything. Finally took that Branson trip that everyone talks about.
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| Pre show entertainment |
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| Sun Studios where music history was made |
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| Elvis's Graceland. Purchased when he was only 22 |
I've been trying to avoid all those getting old jokes that enter the internet. Getting old is tough enough without being constantly reminded. The aches and pains are quite enough to keep us posted.. Unfortunately it's impossible to escape from one of those so-called momentous birthdays, our 80th. Marge celebrated hers in December as will I in February so the kids are planning something next week to remind us. I do hope they sent down to St. Augustine for a glass of water from that fountain of youth that Ponce De Leon was looking for.
Till the next time.
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