thoughts, thoughts, and lots of thoughts

       The new facts of the times are just mind boggling to me. In my time I can count five times that asprin was bad for you and six times it was good for you. So when I found out about sugar, you know good, bad, positive, negitive, stay with you, pass through you, I was just so confused. I like sweet things and the thought that someone was changing my sugar became something to beware of. But to no avail, because it didn't take long for the mix up to find me, and to this day I can still taste the terrible results. This made me become aware of how important it is to read the label. So last week my wife told me to pick up some pepsi and I looked for the dark blue box(I'am color blind) and found it. Smiling I carried it to the counter, paid and went home. Soon my wife came to me and asked why I had bought caffine free pepsi. Caffine free whats this, I didn't know there was such a thing. Why would you want a pepsi with no caffine? Again there it was, that awful taste of what I knew was no good to the taste buds, and lingers long afterwards, even tooth paste doesn't help. Well I sent pepsi a quick note about the color problem, and hopefully they will do something. "Until then" I now have to read the pepsi box to get the real thing. So this got me to thinking what is this craze about good, bad stuff, don't people understand if it's good, it has to be bad for you. So the oppisite must apply if it's bad it must be good for you. I can see this is going to lead to a whole knew problem for the new generations, lucky for me I'am to far gone so I can go right on enjoying the good stuff. While you must now read the labels, check the stat's is it good, bad, positive, negitive, or do you just take the chance and enjoy the short life.

       When I'am driving my tractor the thoughts fill my head, thoughts of yesterday and all the things I never did in my life. The world is such a large place and I never have seen much of it, maybe thirty percent. Still I count myself lucky that I've seen that much. So as I drive my tractor I think of the differant things that I have seen and how people took time to show and explain the wonders that were everyday facts to them. Sometimes I wish they could see my little world  and take the time to see what wonders that I live with. Sometimes I think of what changes I've seen in my life and wonder what will happen when I'am gone. Never have gotten to stand on the moon or look close up at Mars. Still my world has been plenty full and I can not think of any other I would have enjoyed this much. Tractor driving gives plenty of time to cure all the worlds troubles and the mind can find the simplest solutions for every thing. So turn the wheel or shift the gears then use your mind to travel the world of wonders never forgetting that thought make the world a better place. And just thinking keeps the mind wondering what new adventures lie beyond the tractors travel.

       Well last night didn't stop when I logged off, went to close up the barns and found my wife's smallest goat having a baby. Have you ever seen a pygmy goat, they are maybe seventeen inches tall, only this one called Honey is maybe thirteen inches if that. So no big deal, you just wait for it to pop out. I flashed the lights and my wife came running with cloth for drying off the new born, only it didn't come out, and it didn't come out, and we waited some more and it didn't come out! Finally a nose appeared and I thought this was it, only it didn't come out. Well I've delivered a lot of different babies over the years, from cats, dogs, horses, cows, even goats, and a couple of times humans, but this was going to be my trial in life. I knew that two fingers was about all that I would be able to insert into this little goat and two fingers can't grab anything. So I prayed and then gave the goat a strong squeeze at base of her tail, and out poped a head. What a relief, now I had some thing to work with. A gentle tug behind the ears and it came out right now, no waiting. Thank you, thank you, thank you. All done I thought as I left for coffee and a smoke. What's that the lights are flashing, so at a run back to the goat barn I went. As soon as I came through the door and saw my wife I knew my trials weren't over and how could this little goat do this to me. Another baby, where could she have hid this one, she's not that big. So I waited, and waited, and waited, finally about 2:30 am my wife went to the house to rest. At 3:30 am I knew it was upon me, and I would have to do something, but what, two fingers. So lubricant jell on my two fingers I inserted and felt a leg, no head just the leg, and I knew this was wrong, so what do I do now, with two fingers? Well push the leg back in a voice said and two fingers went inside again. There it was the head, the ears,and the neck. WAIT, WAIT, this is wrong I need a nose, but where is the nose? Down under the ears that voice said, and out loud I asked how with two fingers do I get the nose up to the opening. Push the baby back into the mother until the nose comes up, the voice said. So with two fingers I push on the head forcing the ears back and the nose came up, only there were my two fingers. What now I wondered and the voice said grab the lower jaw and pull. Pull, how do you pull with two fingers and no thumb, you use a scissor grip and pull, and out came the head, oh what a relief. But the head looked dead, and if so I still need to get the rest out. I gently wiped the tiny head and grasped behind the ears to pull, and a eye opened scaring me so that I pulled and out it came. What a joy, this was and I couldn't stop saying THANK YOU, THANK YOU, all the way to the house and even getting into bed at 6:00 am I was still saying THANK YOU, THANK YOU.

      I wake in the mornings with my joints stiff, and my back cracking in time with every movement I make. Yet the smell of coffee, and the morning news draws me down the stairs to my chair. For a few moments the pains subside and the welcome of another day is just outside my picture window. Well what will I play with today, the chores, then I can mow hay, clean barns, fix fence, or try my hand at the honey-do list. Seem's like only yesterday when a walk didn't leave me breathless, or the grain sacks didn't weigh 100bls, and the hay bales flew through the air with no effort. I still look towards every day with a thrill of my GODS wonders and the joy that I still get to see everything around me.

So I wonder why the good ol boys stand far away and threaten me or drive by in their pickups making threats, when to run twenty feet would put me on the ground gasping for breath. Can it be that the new generations are just so gutless that the fear of an old man makes them feel safer at a distance, braver as they race by at 60mph, or more of a he-man as they wave their guns from behind their children. No wonder the good ol boys are always trying to find an excuse for why the old man is still here. But if I get my hands on them, they will understand OLD is not what they were looking for and pain will be for them as it is now for me. When is OLD, its when my GOD wakes me no more.

In TYLER COUNTY WEST VIRGINIA the Tyler County COMMISSIONERS have come up with a new twist to balance the budget, and make the voters pay for defeating the special levey. They have decided to cut the hours at the County Court House to save money, the new hours will be 8am-12:00--1pm-4pm Tuesday and Thusday, 8am-12:00 Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. Well that sounds just fine, lets save money. Now lets spend more money, the Tyler County Commissioners decided the Tyler County Court House employees will be full time employees and will be paid for all the time they can clock in for. Yes the Court House is closed but the employees are still getting paid to be there. So now no service, no part time employees, just full time employees and all the lights turned on, but you can't go in and conduct any county bussiness, because that would cost money,and "that"the County charges for, but is saving, so you can't come in. Well I guess if you don't get your way, then save money with no service, and collect a full pay check to teach those voters "that it's my way" or the "catch-22 way".