Opinion

Eight things I think I think, April edition. There are times that I hate being right.

The doctor told me to exercise daily. Find a routine I could appreciate and stick with it.

Even with the newly prescribed Xanax in my system, I was instantly offended and floored by the innocent question. I could quickly come up with several reasons why I love calling Pocahontas home, but I assured the offender I would get right back to him with an answer.

An old fear has crept into the conversation worldwide in the past two months. It’s something we used to worry about a lot, but not so much in recent years. The fear I’m referring to is global thermonuclear war.

Mike and I have an ongoing war. A used fabric softener sheet war. We don’t speak of it. We just do it. While putting his socks together, I will stuff a couple inside. I’ll put them in his pants pockets. He will find them and put them in my pillow case, under the sheets on my side of the bed or in my shoes. I don’t know the reason and I don’t see anyone “winning” this ongoing softener saga but it’s nice to have a constant in your life...

Dennis Reynolds was born in Jackson County, Illinois in 1840, the son of James M. and Elizabeth Reynolds. Dennis was selfeducated and at the age of 17, entered into mercantile life at Cherokee Bay, where he remained until the Civil War broke out. In March of 1862, he enlisted in the Seventh Missouri Infantry as a private, and afterward promoted to the rank of Sergeant and then to Captain, a position he held until the end of the war.

Is there a more magical season? In the springtime, the earth is waking up from her dream and everything bursts forth to grow. Think about the flowers and trees, how they awaken and come back to life in the spring. Wildflowers blooming, tiny little leaves budding out on the trees... why would you stay at home? Spring is probably the best season for hiking. Gone are the shivering cold temperatures, in are crispy cold mornings, pleasantly warm days, and beautiful fresh flowers. The past two weeks I have been in endless boring meetings and trying to write sermons for Holy Week and I have felt trapped inside.

Conversations at the Maynard Cafe often turn to vittles. Reflection on the previous night’s menu at the card room often occasions the discussion. In order to give cover to the fishing frequency of Harmon and Chester Seawel and Ray Dust, we have a fish fry nearly every week. Many Fourche, Black and Strawberry River outings are required to feed the pitch playing stalwarts. Current and Black River oxbow lakes also make a major contribution to our gastronomic indulgences.

Our ship is sitting pretty at the dock in Key West, this morning and it’s 8:00 am. Did I say we were excited, we were so very ready for this? Jack was excited as he was included on this road trip to Galveston. We left early, as to have a couple of days to spend doing Galveston. We were up and all but singing as we got dressed and I applied my Anti Scare makeup for the day.