I have tried to post on this Blog all day and have been denied access from the Web. The site finally seems to be responding.
I called my "site manager" in Minneapolis. She acknowledged that she also was unable to enter my Web site. Her advice was "wait it out". Apparently host computers have problems from time to time and they eventually get fixed. What I want to know is, how come it takes days to get ahold of Grasshopper No.5 except when I have a computer problem? She answered my e-mail in less than 5 minutes. Go figure!
My Uncle Bob in Florida apparently will be starting treatments for prostate cancer. The prognosis is very good. As with most cancers, the treatments are difficult. Bob is 83. My dad Bucky (his brother) would have been 87.
We had heard that the new movie release on DVD, Premonition, was very good. Upon visiting with Grasshopper No. 4, we found out he had a copy of Premonition. So we get to see it free.
I played golf on Monday in my Senior Golf League. Have you ever said something really stupid and then wished you'd kept your mouth shut. Last year I played golf with Clarence and his buddy Don. They are both over 85. Don was rather fragile last year and he actually fell over making a swing at the golf ball. So Monday during my round I asked about Don with "how is he doing"? Another golfer said he died. I replied I was sorry to hear that. Another golf said "he apparently is doing very well"! The whole group of golfers broke out in uproarious laughter. There was no disrespect. It just added a little humor to a sad situation.
Collin's last soccer game for the summer takes place Thursday. I am still the good luck charm. Every match I go to he scores a goal. When I miss a match (I've missed two), he doesn't score. Last week he scored a goal on a windy, windy day but his team got "creamed". A player on the opposing team had 4 goals. I have learned that speed is leathal. The opposing player was very, very fast and once he broke free towards the goal with the ball, it was all over.
Being suspicious as I am (no you say), while having our Camry serviced including rotation of tires, I got a call from the service manager indicating that one of my tires had a nail in it. He asked if they should fix it? Dah! What he wanted was authorization to exceed the dollar limit I had imposed. $25 to fix the tire. He handed me a threaded screw when I picked up the car indicating that it had caused the low tire pressure. Now the question is "did the tire really have a screw" or did they pull the screw from the garbage and never really fix the tire. Maybe they screwed me! Naw. They wouldn't do that. Would they?
So the Summer marches on. So far our transplanted trees are surviving. We are too!
Love,
Dad