2017 44th Recap
Greetings From Far Eastern Oregon
~November 11, 2017
Happy Veteran’s Day
There is no adequate word to cover the sacrifice of those who have served. No one (I ever heard talk about going) wanted to go to War, but young men were thrust forward to serve. There were no cell phones. Their families waited for news and hoped no one came knocking with the worst kind of news. Growing up during the Vietnam Conflict (as it was called) the draft was looming large. The numbers piled up and the unrest in the America was boiling over. For so long, no one recognized those that served in this war. Yes, it was a war even though at the time it was referred to as a conflict. To this day, the debate goes on as to whether our boys should have been in Southeast Asia. There is no changing the facts. Many young men went, and too many paid the ultimate sacrifice. We don’t know how the world would have changed if America was not caught up with the idea of fighting the spread of communism. All we know for sure is too many died too far away from home. America still grieves the loss–at least those that remember all too well.
The saying goes something like, “if you don’t like the weather, wait ten minutes.” That describes our diversified far Eastern Oregon weather. The differences this week were a little slower in coming, but one night we are concerned about winterizing because it is supposed to freeze only to rise to find it 40 degrees and when we expected a freeze, saw it drop to 20 degrees. There was sunshine, broken cloud cover, rain, fog and even snow. We await Mr. Sunshine to smile on us again soon. Today would be perfect.
Chris Payne has pulled into the back field again. This time he is there to plant (drill the grain). It became evident to us that our grain drill was not going to get the job done without extensive ground preparation. We are so happy that Chris could take care of this for us. Looking east along the Union Pacific railway, the haystacks are gone. A big truck took three large loads and hauled it all off to a dairy.
For those boycotting the football season, take note. Stackhouse is becoming a huge Boise State Football fan. Tonight is the game. It is way past his usual bedtime. We will try to get him a good nap. Seriously, he turns into a pumpkin by 9 PM ready for bed. The only exception is if he has his fan attire on and is alerted to it being ‘Game Day.’ (OMG) He gets excited and cannot wait. Every scoring or turnover means he has a little game of football with us. He also expects ‘Game-Day-Goodies.’ I think he believes it is vital for him to get some Mojo going for the team to do well. We sincerely hope he can do that tonight. Go Broncos!
This Week on the Blog
Here are the week’s posts. I want to shout out a big thank you, to everyone who contributed. Each one was exciting in a different kind of way. I want to draw attention to Hunter and ‘Trigger’. It is nothing short of amazing to see what they have achieved together. Let’s not forget Hunter’s business–Northern Custom Calls.
Sunday— November 5 — Posing (Gracie with her new brother)
Monday — November 6 — Luna (Happy in Seattle)
Tuesday — November 7 —DashDash (writing from California)
Wednesday — November 8 — Trigger (A Versatile Hunting Companion)
Thursday — November 9 — Last of Summer (Tikka and Luna)
Friday — November 10 — Reporting (Taun in New Hampshire)
On a very personal note
Cliff’s had an unusual week. He had a tooth bothering him, and so we made an appointment to have it checked. Once they examined the tooth (a wisdom tooth–I didn’t even know he had), it was discovered that it was infected. He needed an extraction. The sooner, the better so two days later he was back in because the dentist said he could just pull it for him if he wanted. It crossed my mind that this was very brave, but what do I know of such things. Cliff is not average.
As it happened, the same dentist office called me because someone canceled an appointment. I had a cracked filling in a molar that needed to be fixed soon too. So, Cliff was two beds down from where I was getting drilled–you know what I mean. When I stood up to leave, I could see his feet. I don’t know how he endured the whole thing because it developed into something more involved than anyone predicted. Nonetheless, the dentist got the job done. Once it was over with, Cliff was relieved. Despite the trauma, there was very little bleeding, and it seems to be healing very quickly. I know I could not have braved this procedure. (Just Wow!) Now, that is not the end of things for the week either.
Friday morning Cliff met with the Orthopedic Hand Surgeon. Several doctors have looked at his hands and given him their thoughts. Never have we heard anyone say it was Dupuytren’s contracture. It took only a moment for him to look at the hands and to tell him the problem. He also said it was very likely that this was genetic and could skip generations. His father had the condition too, but I guess we always thought it was something different. The condition develops when scar tissue develops in the palm of the hand under the skin–sometimes limiting finger movement. Cliff has this in both hands, and the hand with the recent development is the more painful of the two. Fortunately, surgery will be the second option. First, they are going to try collagen injections. We are hoping that the injection will resolve the issue. Click here if you want to learn more.