Hi folks! Well the fair is over for another year and hats off to all those people who put their own lives on hold to entertain us for the past few days. There were family gatherings, class reunions and lots of hugs shared by many fair goers and that is what makes the Loudonville Street Fair so very special!
Many, many years ago, Rich and his brothers played slow-pitch softball as a team and were very good and I am sure some of our readers remember watching them play. Well, the knees and other body parts began to protest so the guys disbanded and now have taken up golf and they are just as obsessed with this sport as the former one.
I can remember my hubby telling me when he quit playing softball … "you won’t ever see me out there chasing that little white ball around" and I remind him of that statement every year.
The following poem is dedicated to all those who love the game of golf!
In My Hand I Hold a Ball, White and Dimpled, Rather Small.
Oh, How Bland It Does Appear, This Harmless Looking Little Sphere.
By Its Size I Could Not Guess, The Awesome Strength It Does Possess.
But Since I Fell Beneath Its Spell, I've Wandered Through the Fires of Hell.
My Life Has Not Been Quite the Same, Since I Chose to Play This Stupid Game.
It Rules My Mind for Hours on End, A Fortune It Has Made Me Spend.
It Has Made Me Yell, Curse and Cry. I Hate Myself and Want to Die.
It Promises a Thing Called Par, If I Can Hit It Straight and Far.
To Master Such a Tiny Ball, Should Not Be Very Hard at All.
But My Desires the Ball Refuses, And Does Exactly as It Chooses.
It Hooks and Slices, Dribbles and Dies, And Even Disappears Before My Eyes.
Often It Will Have a Whim, To Hit a Tree or Take a Swim.
With Miles of Grass on Which to Land, It Finds a Tiny Patch of Sand.
Then has Me Offering Up My Soul, If Only It Would Find the Hole.
It's Made Me Whimper Like a Pup, And Swear That I Will Give It Up.
And Take to Drink to Ease My Sorrow, But the Ball Knows ....
I'll Be Back Tomorrow.
Birthdays being celebrated this week include: Oct. 10 – Trisha Edmondson, Colin Arnold, Randy Portz and Ronnie Portz; Oct. 11 – Sue Christine and Mary Snyder; Oct. 12 – Debbi Smith and Craig Beechy; Oct. 13 – Judy Price; Oct. 14 – Joyce Morris, Brandon Lape and Mary Lou Gess; Oct. 15 – John Weirick; Oct. 16 – Jo Shrimplin and Sherry Christine. Many happy returns of the day!
I’m sure everyone close to my age has heard all the wives’ tales about the upcoming winter weather. There has been a hornet’s nest across the road that is swinging in the top of a tree that must be be at least 60 feet tall and the fruit and nut trees have been blessed with an abundance of fruit and nuts. I haven’t seen any wooly worms yet but I am getting kind of antsy with these other signs, aren’t you?
Wedding anniversaries being celebrated this week include: Oct. 11 – Carl and Janet Ayers (their 48th); Oct. 12 – Larry and Nancy Kline (their 47th), Ron and Kathy Rodriguez (their 49th) and Jonce and Janet Stull (their 15th); Oct. 14 – Larry and Sandy Quay; Oct. 15 – Mitch and Robin Voltz (their 29th).
Finally— As I get older, I realize:
1 — I talk to myself, because there are times I need expert advice.
2 — I consider "On Trend" to be the clothes that still fit.
3 — I don't need anger management. I need people to stop pissing me off.
4 — My people skills are just fine. It's my tolerance for idiots that needs work.
5 — The biggest lie I tell myself is, "I don't need to write that down. I'll remember it."
6 — I have days when my life is just a tent away from a circus.
7 — These days, "on time" is when I get there.
8 — Even duct tape can't fix stupid - but it sure does muffle the sound.
9 —‚ Wouldn't it be wonderful if we could put ourselves in the dryer for ten minutes, then come out wrinkle-free and three sizes smaller?
10 — Lately, I've noticed people my age are so much older than me.
11 — "Getting lucky" means walking into a room and remembering why I'm there.
12 — When I was a child, I thought nap time was punishment. Now it feels like a mini vacation.
13 — Some days I have no idea what I'm doing out of bed.
14 — I thought growing old would take longer.
15 — Aging sure has slowed me down, but it hasn't shut me up.
16 — I still haven't learned to act my age.