Small updates or???

People are so nice to catch up on my activities via this blogspot. I'm torn between adding little updates here and there, which seems a little Twitter-ish and egotistical, presuming that people actually care what I'm up to every ten days or so...and leaving people in the dark, wondering what's going on. Can't say that I've actually answered that dilemma, so this week I'll post a simple update, one that will perhaps offer an insight into the way that I maintain activity. Two reasons: I feel really well, and see no reason to cut back on activity as a result, and secondly, I don't want this stinkin' feeling that sometimes takes over to think that it is winning.

This past weekend, Jillian and I hit central Oregon. Near Black Butter, the Metolius River springs from the ground, clear and cold, into a complete river, not just a spring. Our dear friends Jon and Nancy Egge have a place nearby, one we all call "the cabin." My house should be so nice. Visiting gives us the chance to giggle far too much at dinner, and when recipe mistakes don't pan out. We drink wine and compare recent tasting trips. This time, the ladies shopped 'til they'd run out of options, and Jon tried to give me a chipping lesson on the golf course. I turned in the best round of the year, so far, and didn't lose a golf ball all day. (that happens about once every 10-15 rounds for me, I can lose far more than one in a heartbeat.)

We went into town (Bend)) for dinner, experimenting with a place their son manages with his ladylove. Great food, wonderful spirits. It was really cold that evening, though, so no wandering about downtown Bend.

Today, a charity tournament. Tomorrow night, a Chamber of Commerce dinner. Wednesday, cocktails with clinic managers, to try and meet some new prospects. Thursday, another charity tournament and dinner. Friday night, baseball with Connor & Caleb, to watch the Beavers with Judy and Vickie. Saturday, yard work, followed by Sunday wine tasting in the Gorge. During the work days, we hope to find that we've added another $300,000 in premium to our doc base, and marking a big star next to our names on the marketing roster!

That leaves a week of odds'n'ends, before departing on July 4 for upstate New York and the Baseball Hall of Fame with Lizzy & Billy. It is not only their wedding present from Dad, but I'll be there for their second anniversary. I can't wait to see them, and also the hall. Visiting with two real baseball nuts will be grand, but I also have a very personal reason. I have played with, and against, someone celebrated in the Hall.

Kelly Candaele, one of the famous "Kerry & Kelly" twins as I grew up in Lompoc, wrote the screenplay that turned into "A League of Their Own." Mrs. Candaele, their mom, played and was the spirit behind the movie and screenplay. Before she was married, Helen Callahan played in the All-American Girls Baseball League. One of my favorite youthful memories was hearing the dads say that Mrs. Candaele couldn't really play during the dads-n-kids game, because she must have "played first class softball." "No," the twins said, "she played Major League Baseball."

Mrs. Candaele, never one to be called Helen or anything aside from her respectful salutation, proceeded to hit bullets to all fields, drive one into a shortstop that broke his ribs, and showed us all that talent wins out, regardless of age. The fathers didn't want her on their team, given that THEY were the baseball players. "No problem," she said, "I might hurt one of the kids anyway." Hence the shortstop was a dad, not a kid, and we rode him hard for the six weeks it took to knit and he could pitch batting practice again.

Anyway, I get to look up Helen Calahan, and listen to "This Used to be my Playground" on my iPod at the same time. The movie makes me cry, missing those old dad-n-kid games, and visiting will be no different.

Then...oh. A few more golf tournaments and a Fubarian gathering in Eastern Oregon. Thank GOODNESS I'm working to pay for all this stuff....

Vickie is a delight to have home...if she actually lives here now and then. She's even busier than I, but we get a date tonight as she takes me for a cocktail on "nearly" Father's Day. With the warm weather and late sunshine, it will be GRAND!!

On the medical front, I get new diagnostics on Thursday morning, and the results next Tuesday. I'll be posting again, soon, and sharing news about spider webs, diminished cell metabolism, future treatment plans. For now, I just hope I hit it a little more straight on Thursday than I did today...the liver cells will take care of themselves.

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