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Blue Shoe Box

I am from a small community in South Carolina.

For a long time, my world was no bigger than two counties. Kershaw and Lancaster. My dad’s family is from the former, and my mom’s family is from the latter.

I spent a lot of time with my moms dad and mom. My Mamaw and Papaw Criminger. They farmed. Most every thing they ate came straight from the field to the table or from some animal they raised.

I remember slaughtering and salting a hog. I remember shucking corn and shelling peas. I remember eating cucumbers straight from the field for a snack and my Papaw having a tiny salt shaker in the front pocket of his overalls for the cucumber.

I remember collecting eggs from his chickens. And I remember his old plow mule, Smoky. Smoky loved bubble gum.

So many memories.

One of my contacts on Twitter posted this tonight:

And I instantly had an overwhelming memory of their house, of the sound and the smell of the old wood heater going in the living room, of the scent of Mamawโ€™s cooking.

And what my Mamaw and Papaw gave us every single year for Christmas.

A blue shoebox wrapped up all nice. And in that shoebox was an orange, a candy cane, and a five-dollar bill.

That doesn’t seem like much nowadays. It was probably a lot from them. They didn’t have a lot of material things.

But they gave me their world.

I don’t realize how much I have now going back to then. I don’t realize how ungrateful I would probably seem to them in my mindset at times. I have a whole other world that they never saw. A world that would be silly to them.

They gave me simplicity and an appreciation for simple things. I need to remember that more often. They gave me cucumbers, the dirt, friendship with an old mule, and a couple of dogs. And a place to become something from.

And a blue shoe box every Christmas.

That’s it. That’s the post.


The End

Mom and Dad are getting older and have decided to sell their place in the mountains. This has been our vacation place for the past six years.

Logan takes things as they come. It hasnโ€™t bothered her much, although I know in the back of her mind sheโ€™ll miss it.

Sam is a bit upset. This is what he has known since he was four. I explained to him that now weโ€™ll widen our travel area. Weโ€™ll make it a bigger adventure. And that piqued his interest.

We will still be mountain folk though the beach isnโ€™t for us.

The wife and I arenโ€™t looking forward to the hotel bills. But weโ€™ve already found a small place in the same town that we love (see the post about Route 19 Inn), so you know there are other places out there for us.

Me? Iโ€™m wondering where Iโ€™m going to get my coffee.

I donโ€™t do coffee shops. Youโ€™ll never find me in a Starbucks. I don’t do McCafรฉs or frappรฉs.

Nope. Iโ€™ve been going to the same gas station getting my coffee for my #CoffeeByTheCreek posts for the last six years.

Iโ€™ve made friends with the old fella that runs the place. He remembers me year after year. โ€œHello, my friend. It has been two years almost since I saw you last!โ€

Iโ€™ll bet we talked thirty minutes last Friday. I’ll miss that.

So here’s to on down the road, bigger adventures, and new creeks.

That’s it. That’s the post.


Just Two Old Fellas

Weโ€™re just two old fellas winding down from the day, enjoying a little TV. Catching up on NCIS.

Iโ€™m off tomorrow so we can hang out while I clean house and take care of some projects.

Lots of things happening here and lots of money being invested in our home by us. You have to take care of what you can and improve on things when you can.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


Sitting At The Eye Doctor

The one place youโ€™d expect to be able to look around is the eye doctor. But everyone in the waiting room is on their phones.

So basically everyoneโ€™s view is this :

Also, there are the masks (when are we just gonna drop these damned things?!) and no one speaks.

But, I suppose, I have to go with a saying from one of my favorites:

Thereโ€™s a plan in everything, kid. And I love it when a plan comes together. – H. Smith

(I just wanna see properly. I donโ€™t need to speak to these people.)

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


Cades Cove Churches

This is a pic of the inside of one of the churches at Cades Cove. Itโ€™s one of the reason I go there. The other reason being she makes me go there.

I grumble because itโ€™s quite a drive just to get to the place. Then the lines and traffic.

But this kinda makes it worth it.

That and seeing her smile just because sheโ€™s there, with me.

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.



Not the old magazine that rivaled MAD Magazine. No, I may have a cracked rib and that sucks.

Iโ€™ve been having a lot of muscle pain lately left side, and that happens with getting old, but Iโ€™m probably going to have it looked at just to be safe and ease the mind.

The human body is quite the machine when itโ€™s running right.

And when itโ€™s running less so itโ€™s still amazing that one little thing out of whack can cause the whole of the thing to want to stop.

But I guess thatโ€™s a natural protection mechanism.

I want to warn yโ€™all ahead of time that I may have a few words that some wonโ€™t like here soon.

I am really angry about whatโ€™s happening with our country right now. But I will try to keep it to a dull roar. I donโ€™t have a huge readership. As a matter of fact I donโ€™t think anyone reads this on the daily.

But, this is where I let off steam and get stuff out of my head.

If I offend, so be it. Thatโ€™s not me being callous, it is what it is.

I wonโ€™t apologize.

Not time to proofread tonight. (Okay, I lied.)

Thatโ€™s it. Thatโ€™s the post.


Health, iOS 14, Work

Well, my leg didnโ€™t fall off. The pain subsided over night. I think this may be an incurable malady called…getting old.

Iโ€™m not ancient, but Iโ€™m not a teenager. I heal slower than I did in previous decades. Every day is a new pain, and Iโ€™m just going to have to adapt. I need to start stretching and exercising more. Keep loose. I think that would help greatly. We shall see.

iOS 14 is downloading to this device as I type this and I am fairly excited about the new design.

Widgets on the home screen and I can make it more my own.

Yes, Android has always done this and itโ€™s (was) one of my biggest pet peeves about Apple. It was also one of my greatest loves of Android. So this makes me a happy camper.

And then thereโ€™s work. I have two stores in inventory this week and had Monday off because I worked the weekend.

And thatโ€™s okay! Iโ€™m the full time guy and I have two part timers Iโ€™m responsible for. They do pretty well for me and we got each otherโ€™s backs. I figure they shouldnโ€™t have to work every weekend so they split the stores (four of them) one weekend and I take the next weekend.

Thereโ€™s no reason these weekend deals the company makes should make all of us come to a full stop Sat/Sun.

This is how we make our money.

The travel time (paid) and mileage (paid) between stores means Iโ€™m listening to podcasts like itโ€™s my job those days and the work isnโ€™t so bad.

At least itโ€™s clean.


Weโ€™re filling hand sanitizers and distributing gallons of the stuff throughout the stores every day.

My hands are so clean I can heal lepers.


I got nothinโ€™.

Not a single, solitary thing to post tonight. Not really.

I got up this morning.

I went to work.

I came home and spent some time with the family. Had dinner.

Iโ€™m watching MacGyver with the wife right now. Weโ€™ve been binging it. Once you get over your love for the original MacGyver, itโ€™s entertaining and worth watching.

Of course, it isnโ€™t the original. Although the cameos by the original actors meeting their modern day (I feel old) replacements is a treat.

And Iโ€™m back to the grind in the morning. Donโ€™t worry though, itโ€™s only half a day. Short activities and more ride than work. Lots of time to listen to podcasts.

Iโ€™m hoping the weather clears for me to get out to NCHS and get my footage of the demolition.

So, it looks like I had something after all.


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