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How’u feel’n... How often are we ask this simple question? Probably more often as we age. There are a couple of routes I like to go with this one. One is to tell the asker all my aches and pains if I really want to be ornery. At which time if you watch close there may be a rolling of their eyes or several glances at their watch as if to say, “why did I even ask” … Great fun. The other is to simply say “I feel more like I do now, than I did awhile ago”. This also may have them shaking their heads, but it is an up to the minute answer. … Think about it

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I came across this old wheel on one of my morning walks. It sits in a field a short distance from my home. If this old wheel were able to talk I wonder what stories it would tell. Was it used in the early settlement of Oklahoma? Did it roll down dusty roads on the way to the nearest town to get supplies? Did it do its part to carry a family to church or other community gatherings? The metal spokes would seem to indicate it was made to carry heavy loads and last a long time.

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Cereal Stage... There are several stages to ones lifetime. We all go thru them. Some are enjoyable (when children are small) and some are endured (when children are teenagers). I have reached the cereal stage or what I call the RICE CRISPY era. Most every time I get up from a chair, sofa or any other device that I must rise from I hear Snap, Crackle and Pop.

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Crawdad hole… When I was a kid growing up in Oklahoma my cousins and I use to spend countless hours at a pool of water such as in the above photo. We would get a piece of string and some bacon fat from our mothers or from Grandma (Grandmas always have what kids need). Then it was off to the crawdad hole for a day of crawdad fish’n. We would sit by that hole of muddy water just waiting for a tug on the string that signaled a crawdad was try to steal the bacon fat. A quick jerk of the line and you might end up with an unhappy crawdad ready to do battle. Now if you happen to pull out one that had red claws you had to be extra careful, because these were known as red pinchers and they were a fierce lot to deal with. After a day of crawdad fish`n we would have several in the bucket to tote home. Our moms were never very impressed, but Grandma always told us was a fine day’s catch we had, although I can never remember using the crawdads for anything. After a few days in the bucket the crawdads would begin to have a terrible odor and we would be forced to get rid of our prize catch. But before long we were ready to go try our luck again. … What good times we had!

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Murphy’s’ Law... Have you noticed that Murphy’s Law (that which can go wrong will go wrong) will always be applied at the most in-opportune time? … Is there an opportune time? My case in point is, the other morning Miss Sophie and I were out for our morning walk with no threat of rain per the weather wizards. We had just reached our turning back point, approximately ½ mile from home, when sure enough it starts to rain. Could it have started as we stepped off the front porch? Yes! Did it? No! (Murphy’s Law being applied) So here we are about ½ mile from home, the rain is steady and Miss Sophie is not the fastest of walkers, which could be due to her 5 inch legs, but you would think she would also want to stay dry. Not so, not so. I believe if we had walked any slower we would have been backing up. When we finally arrived home Miss Sophie got wrapped in a warm towel and dried. As you may have guessed, there was NO warm towel waiting for me.

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In my neck of the woods when the Wild Dogwood trees start to bloom its time to go Crappie (pronounced Crop-e) fish`n. So dusts off your lite weight tackle, tie a small jig or spinner bait onto your line and I’ll be by in a bit. Let’s go catch a mess.

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The sun, the pond and Redbuds in bloom. What a combination for a photo opportunity.

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