After getting rolling with a nice cup of green tea I started working around the house a bit. The wife and kids slept really late this morning. She’s still nursing a headache and going back to school is taking it out of the kids.
We got the grocery list together and spent the afternoon together (me and the wife) doing the shopping. It’s nice to be alone for awhile. It’s a rarity nowadays. Becoming a thing more often now that the kids are older.
We watched Ghostbusters: Afterlife tonight as we are dinner as a family, something else that’s a rarity lately due to so much going on with school and work.
I believe this one to be equal to the original.
Laughs, adventure, hero moments and a heavy pull on the heartstrings.
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 Mamaw’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.
I had another leak on Bruce. Same spot where we replaced the radiator hose.
Come to find out that the part the hose attaches to was the problem.
It was a tough part to remove and replace. We, me and Pop, spent the better part of the morning getting it out and back in. But it’s fixed.
During all this we had to remove a spindle that involves the serpentine belt so that we could actually reach the part. When we cranked it back up there was a horrible screech. Like banshees in a bag on fire beating a group of cats.
The truck still runs. It’s drivable. But they will hear you coming from miles away.
Still, no good for me.
I went on from working on the truck to going to the band competition and helping there, loading and unloading, etc.
84° in October in South Carolina may as well be 100°. Long story short, I was already worn out. I hadn’t eaten we’ll yesterday and I got a bit dehydrated fairly quickly. I have some minor problems with a recurring Hiatal hernia problem and I aggravated that.
Also, I try to film for the band and sat in the top of the bleachers in the sun which exacerbated the problem. That’s when Pop came over to check on me.
Good grandparents don’t miss grandkid stuff and they were there watching. Apparently while I was looking for them in the stands, I walked right passed them. I saw them but didn’t see them. Which cued mom to have dad come check on me.
The result was near heat exhaustion, and hernia problems knocked me down last night and today. I’ve been in and out of it on the couch. I feel 100% better than at 3 AM this morning.
Just to back track a bit, the wife received her second vaccine shot Friday. We ended up in the ER yesterday at 4 AM. She’s okay. Working through it. In my opinion our earlier fears are justified. She shouldn’t have been required to take the shot with her medical history. But this isn’t a medical or political page.
Sleep deprivation will throw you for a loop as well.
Today while I was somewhere in the void, Pop came and got the truck and replaced that part causing the noise. He wasn’t asked to. Didn’t have to.
He won’t even let me pay him.
And he told me, “I see what you do for your family and how hard you push. I don’t realize what you do sometimes.”
And I said thank you and he went back home.
And I stood in the garage and broke down. Because after all these years, he realizes, and that affects me in a healing sort of way.
And he knows, too.
What I do for my family I do out of love for my family. A lot of the time I do not matter. As long as they are safe and happy and healthy, I’m good.
It’s a joke from the old tv commercial. People make memes about it all the time.
What my dad knows is that I learned it from watching him. I’m a product of the way he raised me.
I started the day with the sun to my back which is odd; usually, I’m headed in to work being blinded by it.
Nope. Today we head off to the mountains for a couple of days. I had to take off the trash and get some things sorted before we left.
We spent the better part of our day travelling to where we’re staying.
The original plan was to hit Graveyard Fields and hike out to the Upper Falls. But it’s hot and we were tired.
The road takes it out of ya.
Here. Showered. Rested. Time to go out and forage for grub.
We ended up going over the mountain and into Tennessee to find supper. We’ve never been in Gatlinburg in the evening. It was actually kind of pleasant. Not a lot of people, still hot though. Did a little window shopping, stopped by the tobacco store and then took the ride back. Just spending time together.
Back in the valley and I wanted to do something I’ve never really had the chance to do with the kids, and that’s to get some night shots. She is supportive of my hobbies like photography and this blog. BUT, when it comes to chilly, she would go with me, but she doesn’t wanna.
Back at Route 19 Inn, there are many nostalgic pieces to go with the theme of the place. I’ll add more pics later, but I saw this tonight.