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  • Locally Grown

    Well, I know that to be called official, a spontaneous “pullover” can not be planned. But I have been waiting to see just one roadside “Fruit Stand” since I decided to pullover more on my travels. Fruit stands are an essential of life anywhere in the world. We have to have them, not only for the availability of fresh produce, but what would James Bond, Smokey and The Bandit or Hawaii Five-0 chase scenes be without them. So I’ve been waiting for just one to open someplace that I travel this fall. I assumed the Pumpkin season would spark a few rural entrepreneurs to the roadside or busier intersection. Finally at a crossroads in the Fox and Sac Nation of Oklahoma, just where I expected, a family team settled in as locally grown and open for business. The man, wife and young 6 or 7 year old, (the parents said 6, the boy said about 7, so he is 7), were extremely camera shy and vacated the shot of the cellphone camera each scene. Never the less, I did get a few shots of their various pumpkin produce.

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    Notice the empty chairs. They modestly asked not to be photographed.  (Oh, in the back ground you may see another vendor. A knife dealer, he had very large knives for sale which I was uninterested but understandably very respectful).

    Many of the pumpkins were of an interesting French variety.

    LocallyGrown22 I was attracted to the flat, greenish orange ones, unsuitable for my taste in jack-o-lantern but I think great for a fall or Thanksgiving center piece.

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    I liked these little fellows also.

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    Stackable flat ones and some white minis. Very reasonable prices I think. LocallyGrown2

    You may be wondering my sudden burst of spontaneous pullovers. But you must first understand just what kind of motivation it takes for me to take even just a few minutes from travel time between work site, motel or home to stop, look, take a picture and talk. 15 minutes means 15 minutes late, 15 more pounds of cargo to find space for in the front seat and most importantly 15 miles less close to home.  My overwhelming case of  ”get-home-itis” is very hard to overcome. I am trying to learn to just slow down a bit and appreciate so many things that in the past I have passed up and traded for what I liked to think or judged to be important business. I think that at this time in my life the important business is perhaps just in the traveling there and what you do on the way.

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    My produce safely home.

    Such is the life of John.

  • The Bird, Fowl Pullover

    Well, I’m still on the road and looking for pullovers. It has been very bland traveling. I have my eye out for a “fruit stand” that I passed up a few weeks ago that I hope will open at least one more time this year. Pumpkin and squash season should be this week through Halloween. So on my daily route to my work site, nothin! I’ve had nothin’ ! Until today, but today I was the subject not the observer of a spontaneous pullover.  By this fellow: 

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     I do believe this is a white homing pigeon. I also believe that he is on his way home and he saw my construction site and decided to take a break and to do a spontaneous pullover himself.

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     Look real close at his legs and you can see his bands above his feet.

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    Each time I went outdoors this afternoon, he was there, as if waiting for me. He would then follow me while I was outside.  When I went back indoors, he seemed to wait out there, pecking at what ever it is that birds peck at, seeds maybe bugs. Here he followed me down the hill to a small puddle of water. When I left for the evening he was still there. I said goodby and wished him a good trip.

    I may have a new animal totem. I had an excellent time being Homer’s pullover subject.

    Such is the life of John.

     

  • Wild Horses of Oklahoma

    Taking time out for Pullover Worthy pictures this month. As promised, this is the second in the Great Oklahoma Accidental Pullovers series.

    While I was listening to my Rolling Stones music, which has been this weeks traveling sound track, I came across these “Wild Horses”. Not exactly out in the open prairie but on the front lawn of Durant Landmark Bank. They seemed happy enough, at least they weren’t fenced in and appeared to be free to wander the neighborhood.  

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    WildHorseThis is the best use of scrap metal that I’ve seen in a long time!

     Rolling Stones “Wild Horses”

    “Childhood living is easy to do

    The things you wanted I bought them for you

    Graceless lady you know who I am

    You know I can’t let you slide through my hands

    Wild horses, couldn’t drag me away

    Wild wild horses couldn’t drag me away”

                                                      Rolling Stones “Wild Horses”

    <     http://youtu.be/q1NehBrqmAY

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  • Oklahoma Pull Over

    Very early in the morning,  somewhere on I-44. Yes, sunrise on the road. Had to pull over for this one. You have to be fast, the sun doesn’t just rise here, it explodes.

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    Risk of Blindness

    “As we gaze out into the morning’s early start, it is predawn twilight. The Sun will surface very soon, but for now its only evidence is a lighter sky and crimson horizon. The Orange Orb will peek above the earth’s rim, through the lightly layered clouds, at first slowly. But with a squint and blink of the eye, it will appear to pop to the surface as an air filled buoy rising from the Atlantic’s depths. It will be a perfect Orange Circle with sharp defined edges. For just a moment, we get a glimpse of the Sun with the naked eye. For just a moment, as it rests in the distance, we can see its round completeness. We are allowed only that brief moment before it turns into a bright burning point of light that for the rest of the day we are forbidden to stare at for risk of blindness. This is how our days begin.” DSS 

     

    This is the first in my series of  “Pullover Worthy” pictures.

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  • Hotel Nights

         As I lie here, uncomfortably reclined and propped up by four entirely too firm half sized pillows, I check the time and see that I am wide awake an hour and a half before my alarm. I count the hours that I have been lying here. Let’s see, I finished my carryout KFC (original recipe, of course) while watching Chris Mathews, retreated to stretch out on the bed during his closing commentary close to 7 pm. It was about 2 am when I awoke from my dreamless sleep. Let’s see, 7 from 12 equals 5 hours, plus 2 equals 7, that’s 7 hours sleep, plenty enough for a man my age. Spent the last  2 hours reading the news, watching YouTube and organizing my suitcase. I have watched a time lapsed video of the arched bridge being built downstream from the Hoover Dam, a girl’s twerking fail that set her yoga pants on fire (Jimmy Kimmel hoax), the National Weather Service radar for every city I have ever lived in and in the darkness, after turning off the tv and the bed stand lamp, mentally recalled every name of every teacher I had in elementary school. Can I really say that I have had a sleepless night after having a full 7 hours sleep? If I now spend a few minutes writing a short post about this, it will be about time to get up and take a shower. Welcome to Hotel nights. 

    This week I am staying just a few blocks from the OSU campus in Stillwater, OK. A lovely town really. I will probably have a few more weeks here, off and on, between now and the end of the year. I am running out of places to eat. I’m involved in a project that has been going on for the last few months. Where to eat is always the big question of the day no matter how interesting a city is that I am staying. I have a little more time now, a few pull-overs and picture taking  may be in store for the future.

    Such is the life of John.

     

  • A Little BuGgy but iT’s geTting Better

    I think it is time to add one of our own bugs to Xanga 2.0. Feel free to take one of mine.  :-)

     

     

    DSS

     

  • Travelin’

    Following those cement ribbons
    the big green signs
    Almost hostile here

    Out of my way trucker!
    you’re too slow
    Out of my way Taurus
    your blinker’s on.

    Pass me will ya ?!
    you maniac!
    move… move!

    No one smiles as we pass
    But I love those bare feet on the dashboard!

    M&M’s and coffee,
    turning up the radio, wishing I was home.

    Smile somebody!
    Smile!

    DSS

  • Some Maps to Make Sense of the World

    While we are here trying to make sense of our new Xanga we have been working pretty hard. So here is a link to break the tension and take our minds off of ourselves for a while. I was sent these maps the other day. They are very interesting and it did help me make better sense of  the world. Plus I wanted to figure out inserting hyperlinks here also.

    Tell me what you found interesting and perhaps you may have an idea for a map that might help make sense of other subjects.  

     

    http://twistedsifter.com/2013/08/maps-that-will-help-you-make-sense-of-the-world/

     

    John

  • Calibrating Our New Xanga Digs

    Checking out the new Xanga 2.0.1 I think it will be just fine. Now for kitty picture alignment and calibration:  Standby……

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    Kitty picture alignment to the right,  check!

     

     

     

     

     

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       Kitty picture alignment to the left. —-   Check!

     

     

     

     

     

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    Kitty picture and text centered.    Check!

     

    All systems — Go! For Kitty posting blast-off !

    Let the kitty posting begin!!

    (feel free to use this kitty picture for your own kitty calibrations) 

     

    John

     

     

  • Blue Steel, Medical Emergency

    Since @adamswomanback posted her child’s church joke it made me remember something. And since Xanga seems to be pretty dead this weekend and I’m too lazy to write anything new, I will simply repost something I wrote two and a half years ago. Maybe it will liven it up around here. Previous to when I originally wrote this post I was writing about the barber shop that I use in the small town that I live in. In this post I had turned to describe the drug store and medical clinic we rely on. Maybe there are still a couple out there that remember this. Enjoy and I hope none of you men out there ever have to go through this experience. Relax, there will be absolutely no pictures accompanying this.
     
     
     
    Sunday December 5, 2010

    The other day I was talking about my small town and the barber shop I visit monthly. Just down the street from Tom’s Barber Shop is the Rexall Drug Store. One of the few left in the country that still has a counter soda fountain. Very refreshing place to go. While you wait for your prescription to be filled you get a coupon for a free small Coke. They used to call these a Nickel Coke, I still do. The glass, yes they still use glasses, is a small sized Coke shaped glass just like the large ones but about a third of the size. I don’t know how much they are now, it’s about 4 to 6 oz. When I was a kid, these stores and fountains were all over the country. We didn’t have Quick Stop gas station fountains. The only fountains we had were probably Rexall Drug stores. Bill the pharmacist has vowed that as long as he’s in business he will have a fountain open for his customers. Bill’s getting a little old, about 10 years past retirement , getting a bit forgetful but people love having the store and Bill as their druggist. It’s really like the movie “It’s A Wonderful Life” but without Jimmy Stewart. And Bill upholds that image because he also “drinks a bit”. But normally he’s a true professional except maybe before holidays.

    Well after getting my Thanksgiving hair cut and part raising and after I got my coat switched around to the proper owner at the barber shop, I remembered I had a prescription to fill for a routine medication I’ve been taking for allergies. So I walked on down to the Rexall to get it filled. Bill was there, very friendly and appeared perhaps a little more happy than usual due to the upcoming holiday. I gave him the prescription. Although I was the only customer, he gave me a number, it’s all about tradition in Bill’s Rexall. I sat down at the counter and Molly his wife says “you got a number?”, which I presented to her for my free nickel Coke. Molly and I talked as I sipped my ice cold Coke in a glass. That is the only way to enjoy Coca Cola, 8 ounces or less in an ice cold glass. In a few minutes Bill called out “23! Your prescription is ready!” As I picked it from the counter he says “Thanks John, how’s the wife and those Grandkids doin?” That’s why I go to Bill’s Rexall.

    That was on Wednesday. I didn’t take any of those pills until Friday after Thanksgiving. It was Black Friday, my wife left early that morning to catch a few bargains at the Mall in a nearby town. I declined going of course but suggested she take my pickup just in case of a bargain that may not fit in her Prius. 

    Home alone I took my new allergy med and prepared a pretty good omelet for breakfast. I sat down in front of the TV and was watching the weather channel. After a few minutes of watching I noticed to my surprise and delight, I was getting (the only way to put it) a little aroused by watching the weather lady. There was something so sexy about her, the way she was pointing at the map, turning her back to the camera, the dress she had on , the sleek smooth look of the back of her legs.Yes! I was REALLY getting aroused! I mean it was blue steel, a cat probably couldn’t scratch it!

     I changed to the History Channel to try to take my mind off of it. It was at the end of the documentary of the Manhattan Project and they were talking about the first nuclear bombs, “Little Boy” and “Fat Man”. ….And they were ending with the massive explosions that they produced. And that didn’t help me a bit, I was still, as they say, maintaining! Being the master of my domain, which I sometimes proudly am, this “arousal” was lasting over 3 hours. Long enough that I was truly getting worried. I couldn’t get my wife on her cell phone. And I started remembering those warnings they advertise on TV about having an erection lasting longer than 4 hours. We are supposed to call our doctor. I made note of the time. And then the light bulb came on and it hit me, well it really didn’t hit me although by this time it was big enough, the new meds!

    I checked the new bottle and poured a couple pills in the palm of my hand. Yep, they were different. these had a big “C” and a 40 stamped on them and they were a little off color from my old meds. A quick look on the web with the laptop, which wouldn’t fit on my lap by this time, if you get the picture. And sure enough, I identified them as Cialis! The highest dose made! Somehow Bill had given me the wrong prescription or the wrong pills.

    Four hours crept by, I knew I was going to have to do something. Which I did, but it didn’t help either except for a small reduction for a few moments but then it was back as it’s angry self. After five hours I knew I was going to have to call our doctor.

    Now I don’t know about your clinic, but this was the day after Thanksgiving. You have to be pretty sick to get an appointment on the same day you call. With my Doctor Alan, you have to speak with his nurse first. She runs triage. You don’t want to underestimate the seriousness of your illness or you won’t get in that day and on the other hand you don’t dare exaggerate either or she won’t believe you next time. You have to be straight with her. If my wife had been home I would have had her speak to her, but this was serious I had to find a way to tell Nurse Baker what my trouble was. So I just blurt it out just like the commercial. “I’ve got an erection that’s lasted longer than 4 hours!”. Long, Long, Long pause, total silence, you could hear crickets chirping…..But after you get through the initial conversation things really loosen up around there. She said with a laugh, “Ahhh, If you can still walk on your own, you better get right over here and bring that new medication you took with you!”

    I pulled on a pair of sweat pants, I figured they would be less conspicuous. My jeans wouldn’t fit. I grabbed the non-key to the Prius. Went out and tried to jump in the thing. It’s my wife’s car, she has short legs. To this day I don’t know how to get the seat back, I don’t drive it that much. So I left the seat forward and backed out of the garage. It was a very tight fit behind the wheel, particularly in my condition. At first driving was a little awkward being so close to the wheel. But before long I discovered I could actually drive with no hands and it was easier than driving with my knee. Hell, I was using both hands dialing the cell phone trying to get in touch with my wife and texting her. By the time I had driven the 15 miles to the doctor I was handling the wheel just fine. 

    Now I’m telling you this because if you are like me, you have never really thought in your own mind all that you have to go through to take the advice of those Viagra and Cialis commercials. This is my experience, hopefully you won’t have to go through this and find out for yourself. 

    I walked into the clinic in my sweat pants, t-shirt and tennis shoes. The t-shirt pulled down in front as far as it would go. The clerk behind the desk says “And what are you here for?” Takes one look and says “Oh! it’s you, we’ve been looking for you! ha ha ha ha! Do you have your copay?” I said “Hell I don’t even have pockets”.

    “Well go set down, we prefer some place at the other end of the waiting room, away from the kid’s toys. HaHaHaHa!”

    Before I could sit down, Nurse Baker steps into the room and says “John, the Doctor will see you now.” She grins and says ”Oh John! Let me hold the door a little wider for you, HaHaHaHa!”

    The first thing they do at any appointment is tell you to step on the scales. I say “You’ve got to be kidding!” She weighed me and said “Well, it looks like you’ve gained a few pounds, BaHaHahaha!” It was embarrassing I’m telling ya.

    We went to the examination room, and the Nurse says with a big smile, “Well there’s probably no reason to take your blood pressure!” They were getting the biggest kick out of this. Which did put me at ease. She didn’t even ask to see it until the doctor got there.

    Well the problem was taken care of with direct cold packs. And there was no harm done. I asked what he would have done if the ice hadn’t worked. ”Oh we would have just called Nurse Ratchet.”  

    He did take all the new pills away from me. Of course before I left I asked if he had any samples that might be at the right dose for me. He said ”I’ll think about it. But you have at least 24 hours left on this dose! Be careful what you think about!”

    After this was over and I was safely back home,  my wife returned from shopping. Because of her dead batteries I was unable to call her all day. I was sitting comfortably in my usual living room easy chair. She takes one look and says “I suppose you’ve been sitting there all day doing nothing.” I look at her with a big grin and gleam in my eye and say “Yep, didn’t do a thing all day but if you want, I do have something to show ya!”

    Such is the life of John.

    Posted 12/5/2010 at 8:36 AM