Wednesday, June 11, 2014
Well it's about time I posted something since it's been about a year and a half since the last one. I've broken the 70 barrier ( age that is and not golf ) and now I'm officially 71 as of late January. Last August I had both my knees replaced via TKR or total knee replacement surgery in Billings, Montana. Now 10 months out I'm doing great and feeling no pain whatsoever and am doing all the activities I did prior to surgery. The surgeon recommended that I have both of done at the same time since I was in pretty good physical shape after months of working out in preparation for the expected procedure. Although my knees look like something out of a Frankenstein movie with 8 inch scares they really feel good The photo was taken 2 days after surgery, I know it looks scary but they healed up just fine. The rehab was a bit of an ordeal but thanks to a great physical therapist and some dedication on my part I was feeling pretty good by 5 months out. We're back in Montana now for the remainder of the summer and I look forward to walking my favorite golf course till we leave again at the end of October.
Wednesday, January 2, 2013
Well it's been nearly a year since I last posted so here's an update, Presently we're in Texas at the Donnell Homestead trying to avoid winter in Montana. Right now it's not exactly 'balmy' here with temp in the high to middle forties but I'm certain things will begin to warm up in the weeks to come. We had a great Christmas with family and friends and are already looking forward to our road trip that will take us to Goodyear, Arizona and Cleveland Indians Spring Training, the smell of baseball is in the air! I've reclaimed the ball field I built around this time last year since it was disguised as a hay field since we left last February until we returned in November. The baselines are chalked the mound repaired the batter's boxes laid down, and what grass there is has been cut. The diamond was re-christened with BP (batting practice) with my son Tim, daughter Sarah, and her husband Matt all taking part plus two Golden Retrievers Bogie and Hurley who served as ball-boys. The picture below compared to last year's is a lot less green probably because of the cooler weather and over-nite freezes we've had lately.
Friday, January 6, 2012
Hi everyone, it's been awhile since I posted and when I did the video I shot for the post was listed as private hence not many folks got a chance to view it. I corrected that today so if your were denied access it is now available in the public domain. That post was in September so I've got some catching up to do. I am in Texas now at my wife's family homestead in Smithville, Texas and have been since the first week of November with the weather being summer-like ninety per cent of the time. The property sits on or around about forty acres which is mainly used for growing hay with the house in the middle of it all and aside from a few property fences and trees it's a pretty open area. Last year while I prepared for Cleveland Indians Fantasy Camp here in Smithville the thought occurred to me that I could build a baseball field on this land somewhere although at the time I never got around to it. Well guess what? I finally got around to it. A little history is in order here before I continue. Growing up in a small college town southwest of Cleveland, Ohio our home was across the street from a vacant field which the owner allowed us the play on anytime we wanted. Now this was the fifties so youngsters had to use their imagination to find ways of entertaining themselves.(Sorry guys, no XBox 360's or iPhones) My mother introduced me to baseball by taking my brother and I to a Cleveland Indians game sometime in the mid fifties and that became our main diversion. When I first saw the lush green grass at Municipal Stadium I was awestruck at the intense green and the geometry of the infield, it left an indelible mark on my spirit one I intended to replicate at some point. My first attempt prior to the current one was to build a slightly downsized field in that vacant lot across the street. I hauled dirt from underneath our front porch to build a pitchers mound and carved out base paths and an infield with a shovel. This became the venue where we would spend countless hours playing wiffle ball with two or three on a team and modified rules to make up for our lack of personal. This pastime endured well into our college years until the land was finally sold and a house was moved in to occupy the site of our beloved ballpark. It's amazing what you can do with an open field, a riding lawn mower, a long measuring tape, a source of dirt, a shovel, a rake and a wheelbarrow plus a good dose of manual labor. Since I first carved it out of the vacant hay field at the end of last week I've tinkering and refining it a little each day and continues to look more and more like a ball field as it evolves. My daughter Sarah, her husband Matt, and myself christened it last Sunday with a little BP (batting practice) with souvenir baseballs from spring training and a real wooden bat, there's nothing like the sound of cowhide on ash of a Louisville Slugger. Here's a quick look. In 'Field of Dreams' James Earl Jones' monologue captures the essence of the magic that is baseball.
Sunday, September 4, 2011
Not long ago I wrote a post describing what had happened to our home in Livingston while we were away for the winter in Goodyear, Arizona. Five months later I am happy to report that we are now back in our home with repairs now 100% complete. It's been a long haul waiting for this project to reach completion but now at long last it's a done deal and we couldn't be happier. You never realize how important somebody or something is until you are without them or it for a long period of time. Here's a quick video tour of our 'new' home.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
With the right combination of rain and sunshine we're rewarded with the rainbow, white light refracted into it's various color components. This was taken two evenings ago on the deck of my neighbor and good friend Paul Bradley and we were gifted with not only one rainbow but two.
Sunday, June 19, 2011
This little white house has housed three generations of my family from my paternal grandparents to my mother and father, and lastly my brother Jim. It was where I grew up and became the person I am now. The house and the property it sits on are a treasure trove of cherished memories from the day we moved in 1949 until the day I left for war in 1968 and not to return again except periodic visits with my own family. The house is empty now and probably at some point in the future will be sold to finance my brother's care in assisted living and then some other family will begin their traditions at 227 Clark St. Berea, Ohio.