Monthly Archives: February 2016

more alzheimers patients coming

been reading about the huge influx of folks coming from the “veterans” of the war in Vietnam. It could have a huge impact on the economy, sooner than expected.

We have to find more money for research.

Sunday, February 28th photos

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On High Point Rd in Roberta, Georgia

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Entering town from the west on 128

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In mom's yard early morning

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In front of mom's in Roberta, Georgia

A caregivers thoughts . . . . .

Ups and downs for me. Their were times I loved taking care of mom and times I “hated” it.

Mom gave up things to raise me. That’s what she wanted, she chose that. I give up things to take care of mom. I didn’t choose this. I’m doing it. I could pretend, and it would sound better, but you asked for “my real feelings”

anonymous

February is almost gone . . . . .

Its been a month of helping mom and her husband get through some serious health issues. In fact, I just looked and I have not put in one mile towards the cross country trip. I have been jogging and walking daily around her neighborhood.

Advice from the book “Momentum”

“Go to your strength, your passion, what drives you, what you do best. It’s time to call upon these things to rekindle the fire that makes you “the best you can be”

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Allen Collins – Lynyrd Skynyrd

Thought about him this afternoon. He stopped at our house in Cedar Hills. We lived on Sudbury Ave in Jacksonville, Florida. He heard me playing the guitar and asked could he play it. He played Misirlou. He was a nice person. He even told me he had heard me and that I was good. He was a really good guy. Very sad, to me, when he passed away.

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Larkin Allen Collins Jr. (July 19, 1952 – January 23, 1990) was one of the founding members and guitarists of Southern rockband Lynyrd Skynyrd, and co-wrote many of the band’s songs with late frontman Ronnie Van Zant. He was born in Jacksonville, Florida.

Those folks were so talented. Young guys with an awesome dream.

How do you handle all of the drastic and fast changes in their lives.

When he walked out of the house he patted me on the shoulder and told me to take care.

My best blog post ever, in my opinion

I have struggled long hours trying to place a perspective on what I have done since January 12th, 2013. Yep, I wanted to look good.

For quite some time I have wanted to put the best possible face on this block of time, and found myself bouncing back and forth between that, and not caring about perspective. The “not caring” thing has not worked for me.

I do care! The reality is some failures and some success. Sounds like life.

Here are short summaries of each project and, I think, realistic perspectives.

The 2013 crossing of America.
Did I reach the goal of doing every foot on foot? No. Did I travel from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean? Yes! Did this project raise awareness and money for the fight with alzheimers? It certainly did. Can I live peacefully with this? Absolutely! Am I proud of the success we had on this trip? Absolutely!

The 3,500 mile Journey at Amicalola Falls. I completed that, every mile. Did this project raise awareness and money for the fight with alzheimers? It certainly did! Am I proud of the success we had on this trip? Absolutely!

The 2015 crossing of America.
Did I reach the goal of doing every foot on foot? No. Did I travel from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean? No. Did this project raise awareness and money for the fight with alzheimers? It certainly did. Can I live peacefully with this? Absolutely! Am I proud of the success we had on this trip? Absolutely!

Around Georgia.
Did I run to every courthouse in Georgia? No. Was it successful in other ways? In a small way. Can I live peacefully with this? Absolutely!


Running in the Leadville Trail 100

Did I do that, as said? No. Can I live peacefully with that? Absolutely!

Will I try to finish any of the projects listed above? No!

The 2016 crossing of America.
This one is not over. I feel like I finally set a goal right. “To go from the Atlantic Ocean to the Pacific Ocean on foot every step of the way” – That’s it. No time limit. No other strings attached. What amazes me about this trip is that I will probably finish it someday, but may look back at it as not so successful in the ways the other ventures were. Can I live peacefully with that? Absolutely!

Are any of the failures referred to in the preceding paragraphs due to other folks? No! Are the successes referred to, due in large part to other folks? Absolutely!

Did I fail? Yes!
Did we have successes? Yes!
Can I live peacefully with this? Absolutely!

It’s 5:00 am here in Roberta, Georgia, as I enter this in my blog. I have read it over and over.

I make no excuses for my failures and take only partial credit for the success.

Regrets? – yes! I would like to have had more self control during this period of time and not have spoken so quickly about doing such great things.

I can’t finish without addressing you folks that think I am to hard on myself and maybe believe I do not see the good from this block of time.

“I place high value on being hard on myself, being honest in this blog, admitting failure and recognizing success” Jack Fussell

I also want to thank all of the awesome folks that wrote about the failures in their lives, and the successes. I have read many accounts. I feel very “human” and accomplished!

My self esteem is in better shape now, than at any other time.

I want to do a lot more. I made a promise.

“When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me”
Erma Bombeck

Lots of awareness needs raising

I’m up for the job. Ready for the task. Even while helping mom as a part time caregiver, I cover some miles every day for the Alzheimer’s Association.

I post as much as I can and keep reading and listening and doing everything I can. Is it calculated? Nope, don’t do much of that. I’m thinking I’m best at just keeping on.

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We gotta have a cure for this disease.

Peace . . . .

What am I looking for?
I don’t know.
Maybe it’s a long road with no cars, and no noise.

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Stopping By The Woods On A Snowy Evening

Whose woods these are I think I know. 
His house is in the village, though; 
He will not see me stopping here 
To watch his woods fill up with snow. 

My little horse must think it queer 
To stop without a farmhouse near 
Between the woods and frozen lake 
The darkest evening of the year. 

He gives his harness bells a shake 
To ask if there is some mistake. 
The only other sound’s the sweep 
Of easy wind and downy flake. 

The woods are lovely, dark and deep, 
But I have promises to keep, 
And miles to go before I sleep, 
And miles to go before I sleep.

by Robert Frost

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from Google Images

Mr. Frost penned the poem in 1922.