Ok, Q. I guess this isn't retro, per se, but I was thinking about when I get up in the morning.
It's quiet.
The roosters are just getting started with crowing, a poultry game of one upsmanship.
Turkeys are coming down from the trees, and some gobbling, flutter, and the occasional squawk.
Rudee yawns, groans, then a clatter of tags as he gets up to walk out to the yard with me.
I watch the sunrise. The birds seem to get energized to chirp, chitter, and sing.
Dozens of geese fly by, honking like a freeway pile up.
Opening the hen house door, a cascade of chickens pours out, clucking and chattering.
Buzz meows from atop the fence post when I come out.
You know what? Maybe my quiet morning, isn't as quiet as I thought!
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Well, I suppose it isn't exactly the world's biggest "thing", but I was so pleased, I have been helping at the Sheriff's Office with the Neighborhood Watch group, and doing volunteer work.
I am now able to give out official business cards! It's such a little thing, but it makes me feel like someone is paying attention to what I do. And I guess they want me around a while, I think they gave me something on the order of 5K of them!
I also got a clean bill of health on my yearly Doctor's appointment, so that went well, other than a minor scare. I had a sore leg, and told him about it, I wasn't concerned, just a toss off comment to his query of any pains of late.
He became REAL serious, and started checking my leg, and had me do a bunch of things I recognized as signs to check for a STROKE... Oooooookay, Mr. Doctor person, what, pray tell, is going on?
He was highly worried that I had a blood clot. Why, I am still not sure. But after an extensive dance of on the spot testing, he decided... I had overdone something, and had maybe strained a muscle.
Whew! Not that I was worried or anything... Cough.
Um, does anyone know the resting heart rate for minor panic?
