I go swimming with Badona maybe once a week. The last time I went there was a different lifeguard. She was a young lady who likes to talk to you while you are swimming. She had all kinds of suggestions about how to improve my swimming. Being polite and hard of hearing, I had to stop swimming to listen to her. Badona said that she was flirting with me. I said she’s not interested in someone as old as me. Badona said, “Your hair doesn’t look gray when it’s wet.”
When our exercise time was up, the young lady held the door for Badona to go to the ladies’ locker room, and then she came running to the men’s locker room door to hold the door for me. That’s the first time a young lady held the door for me! Either she was flirting or I was so worn out I looked like I needed for someone to open and hold the door. Old age has some advantages!
After our visit to Springfield, Massachusetts, we drove over to Mount Sugarloaf in South Deerfield. The road was open so we didn’t have to hike up. It was a clear day, and we were able to see the great view. But it was cold and extremely windy at the top. In fact, as we were driving up the narrow road, we could see the wind blowing leaves in a circle. Lorraine called it a Tasmanian devil. After enjoying the view, we returned to the parking area and saw that two small trees had been twisted off and were lying across the road. We were glad that they hadn’t fallen on Lorraine’s Jeep, but I think that the caretaker could have pulled the trees off the road all by himself. Instead, he raced down the road in his golf cart to block the entrance. No one else would be driving up the road after that. They would have to walk up!
There are a lot of things to see in Springfield, Massachusetts. In the past I have been to the Basketball Hall of Fame and the Natural Museum. I enjoyed them both. This time, Badona’s brother took us to the Springfield Armory where the Springfield rifle was made. This place was free, but there is a donation box. On display are long rifles, war rifles, and all kinds of other rifles, not just Springfield rifles. The museum is in the original part of the building that was built in 1777. The building itself is interesting, and the machinery that made the guns is also cool. The best section, to me, was the mishaps display. You have to see it to understand. If you are ever in Springfield, Massachusetts, look up the Springfield Armory. It’s well worth your time, even if you don’t like guns.
While we were in Massachusetts, Badona’s brother took us to the Yankee Candle Village in Deerfield. By the way, Badona’s family lives in Massachusetts, and we don’t go there too often. The Yankee Candle is a large souvenir store that is very expensive but interesting. They have all kinds of merchandise from candles to Christmas decorations. They even have miniature trains that run on tracks near the ceilings in many of the various rooms. Badona almost bought something that she liked until she saw the price. The ambiance there is to buy, and it’s hard to resist unless your mind is grounded in the Lord. It was a nice place to visit, and you can take hours to go through the many rooms. But leave your wallet and purse in the trunk of your vehicle!
Badona and I recently took a trip to Massachusetts. It took us eleven hours to drive up with a few stops and a little bit of heavy traffic. The return trip took ten hours and ten minutes. I guess it was shorter because we were going downhill. Actually, there was very little traffic anywhere. We were blessed, and we even took longer stops.
In Massachusetts I saw a Baltimore oriole drinking from a hummingbird feeder at Badona’s mother’s house. It announced itself with a high chirping call before it went to the feeder.
Well, at least this blog isn’t about fishing. I do love nature, what’s left of it. I guess fish and birds go together. They were created on the same day!
I went fishing last Wednesday and caught a few shad that I put back into the water. A man was there with his black lab. He was straight-line fishing and had four brim on a stringer. He moved to the boat dock and caught another one that he laid on the dock then put his line back in the water. The fish was flopping around and his dog went to it and pushed it with his nose until the fish fell off the dock. “That’s my supper!” the man screamed. Then he moved down to where a tree overhung the river. He climbed out on the tree and let his line down and caught another one. This one was larger, and he threw it to the bank. Well, the fish was flopping and the dog started to push it with its nose. “No, you don’t!” the man yelled as he got off the tree, slipped in the mud, but saved his fish. He caught one more before he left with six fish on his stringer. As he walked past me, slushing with wet mud, he said, “Next time, I’m leaving Jojo at home!” Fishing is good entertainment!
I like things in their place. When they are moved, I have a hard time finding them. The other day I went into the refrigerator to get the almond milk. What I grabbed was the water jug. I stared for a minute looking for the almond milk. There it was, on the left side. It’s supposed to be on the right! Our refrigerator is hard enough to see what’s inside. I have to bend down low to get a really good view.
I’ve made it a habit to put things back where I keep them. If something stops me from completing my task, I cannot find what I was using. I guess as I get older things will be even harder to find. I know where all my fishing tackle is located!