I figure that my cat is gone so I gave my cat food to the neighbor.
I had been told that I was on TV at the Civil War Medical encampment and had not seen it. So I went online and found it at this link and I'm at about 2:20 minutes into the video.
http://www.wics.com/newsroom/features/raw-news/video/vid_33.shtml
Here are the Victorian beauties at the Grierson Days Gala on Saturday
Wednesday we had our AmVets meeting in Pawnee. A new post commander took over since John Haines, our World War II veteran, has been doing this for years and it's time for someone new. Eric Huckaby is our new post commander and he didn't shake things up but the air of the meeting was different and professional. Not many in our post have internet and those that do are not good at it so that leaves me as the adjutant to keep our post validation and records up to date. We have a post website but I am having difficulty with the code used to make it show up on search engines.
I gave a copy of the member roster which I downloaded the day before the meeting but it seems that no matter how hard we try, the state and national member lists are disjunct.
Eric gave me this picture taken at the Lake Springfield DAV:
Pictured:
Les Hunter, Rose Connolly, Charley Cusomomo, Freddy Francisco
Thursday I went to a retirement dinner at a Mexican
restaurant for Vickie and a few coworkers. I think we need to do that more often and relax outside of our cubicles. I was the first to leave because I had to make to the other side of town for a meeting of the Catholic War Veterans
Thursday I went to a retirement dinner at a Mexican restaurant for Vickie and a few coworkers. I think we need to do that more often and relax outside of our cubicles. I was the first to leave because I had to make to the other side of town for a meeting of the Catholic War Veterans. We talked about our future since the post commander had passed away sine the last meeting. We will be sponsoring a Mass on the hill across from the Lincoln Tomb on the 4th of July.
Friday evening I readied my costumes from last weekend for Saturday’s reenactment in Jacksonville IL. I picked up Gene in his Civil War outfit and we headed out. There was a cloud outburst between events but it could not have happened at a better time. I got to eat under a tarp in the rain and then when I was done, so was the rain. The reenactment was about as close to the Civil War as possible, the ration of reenactors much smaller in number. I got the last of the strawberry shortcakes at the event and they had already run out of whipped cream which was fine by me. I got to meet a PGR friend there ~ Purple Girl. After the reenactment we walked through the camp and pet the horses and looked at the cannons. Then I changed dress for the 1860s ball. I had a wonderful time and the dance routines are coming to me. Because of the crowd we had to break into sets and once Gene and I became the lead couple. We are good as long as there is a good caller.
Sunday I did the reading at Mass and afterward there were donuts to celebrate Father’s Day.
In the afternoon I went for a ride with Michael. I showed him the famous Sugar Creek covered bridge and the brick road on Historic Route 66. Exhausted, I had a 10 hour sleep before going to work.
Monday night I went to the VFW meeting. I paid for my 4th of July raffle tickets and updated the post’s website with what was discussed at the meeting.
Tuesday morning, at 4AM, I woke to the sound of what seemed like patio sliding doors closing. I got up to investigate. It was somewhat dark and I didn’t find anything but my former marine son heard it too and he met me in the dark and was ready to clobber me. I suppose if this ever happens again I shouldn’t investigate the door without at least taking the gun from under the bed too. Between us we didn’t see anyone. I went back to bed and opened the window to listen. I still didn’t sleep well after that so I got up early. I went to my garden to dump some coffee grounds and ended up pulling some weeds and low and behold...I picked my first cucumber of the season and there's a second smaller one there too.
My little motorcycle has been in the shop for about 3 weeks and I know the mechanic is slow. I told him to ride it fast like above 40MPH. He rode it slow so I called to have him try again faster. Well, it’s not making the sound for him like it does for me. What a fool this makes me look like.
The boss is getting ready to retire and I’m making a reservation for a luncheon.
Last Wednesday, at my exercise class, the instructor told us to drop our weights as we moved onto a different set. Well, the gal in front dropped her weight on her new Iphone and cracked it. She said it still seemed operable at the time. Then on Monday’s exercise class, she brought a tall drink and spilled it. I went to the bathroom for paper towels and a can to pick up the ice. Wednesday she brought in another drink on Wednesday and I panicked when a foam mat covered her drink cup.
Tuesday after work I went to pick up my little motorcycle at the mechanic. He couldn’t find anything wrong so I brought it home. It seems fine. Wheezer must have been intimated by the shop and healed thyself. So I rode to the airport for the home coming of the Land of Lincoln Honor Flight. On the way there, this car was slow and driving all over. So I passed and he doesn’t have his eyes on the road but he's texting while driving. So I honk my little motorcycle and he looks up - caught in the act.
