Happy 82 Years Young!

It was 82 years ago tomorrow in the northeastern Mississippi city of Ponotoc when Alfred Herman and Ozell Elizabeth McKnight Ivy welcomed a baby boy into the world – Charles Lynn Ivy. The parents were my grandfather and grandmother. The baby boy is my Dad.

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Happy 82nd, Dad!

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Another Week Down

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

The time keeps flying by. The hours tick. The days pass. The weeks have become months.

I am still fighting.

Received some delightfully surprising news this week.

Kev and Hailey are coming for a second visit this year the end of November. Though the week after Thanksgiving, it will be a combination Thanksgiving and birthday get-together. Kev will turn 28 on the 29th of November.

More good news is that Dave, Anna and my beautiful granddaughters – Dylan, Alaina and Amelia – will also be down.

Sure makes this Dad and Grandpa filled with appreciation and love.

Mom, affectionately called by Dave and Kev, “G” and “GG” for the grandkids, put it altogether. She spearheaded the drive.

Nurse Tabitha and Home Aide Bambi will by to see me a little bit. 

That’s the way it is this last day of the week in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Friday going?

March 2009 visiting friends in Danville, Illinois. Yep, that’s my Frankie, rest in peace, lying on my lap.

I Am Awake!

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Here it is 5 o’clock in the late afternoon. I thought I had already made my entry today. That is…
I received an email from my Desert friend, Bonnie, a few minutes ago. She wondered if I had slept all day. I could not figure out why.
I went looking before replying.
Li and behold, I failed to post this morning! 🤓☺🤓☺
So…I am now trying to make amends.
Yes, this has been a very rough day after a tough night.
I woke at 4 a.m. and went back to sleep. When I wok I was having real breathing issues. I had to take a dose of Roxanol. When I finally really opened my eyes at 7 a.m., I again had to does up.
I have been hitting the sauce every two hours to keep breathing under control.
That’s the way it’s been in Mark’s Den.
And how has your Thursday been?
From 20111 before I contracted histoplasmosis, in our apartment above Mickey’s Bar & Grill in Farmersburg, iN

Reaching for Toothpicks

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Between the weather changes and medications, lethargy nearing narcolepsy has become my new BFF.
Ugh!
In particular the problem is the Lorazepam. Although I am only taking half of a .5 pill, the effect is having to fight to keep my eyes open. That is why I am reaching for the toothpicks.
Such is life.
But I am not the only one suffering. Both Mom and Susie are being impacted by the weather as well.
We are becoming blind leading the blind.
Did you see Chooey‘s post about the new neighbor?

New Kid in Town

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.
And how is your Hump Day going?
Of all the positions of employment in my life, being a newspaper reporter was the one I loved best.

Making Best of the Worst

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
To steal an opening line, these are the best of times. These are the worst of times.
And so I must get busy making lemonade out of these lemons.
Although it is a beautiful, chilly day across the Cornfield, inside Mark’s Den, as I do every day, I am struggling.One moment I am fine. The next I am gasping and zapped of strength.
Such is life.
I listen to and watch the news. It all is so much making hay about issues and concerns on items of little to no consequence. Yet the media, politicians, talking heads turn splinters into 2×4’s.
Why?
The things which really matter seem to be placed deep into the back of the closet. If we don’t talk about love, life, family, true values, honesty, fortitude and such, these do not exist. Sort of like saying God is dead makes Him non-existent. 
To steal yet another phrase, this too shall pass.
What remains is what matters.
That’s the way it is this third Tuesday in August.
And how is your day going?
My Kung Ku fighters: Anna, Dylan, Dave

Mild, Cool Week

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Could the last temperatures of Summer be behind us now?
The week is starting off much cooler than it has been for months as the mercury dropped into the upper 40s over night. The high today will be in the low to mid 60s range.
There will be a gradual warm-up through the week, but not as warm as we have experienced thus far nearly a month into autumn.
The transition from slumber to waking hours was not quite as difficult (Thank God!!) this morning as it has been for over a week now.
At this moment, I am doing better physically. Mentally, O go up and down like a yoyo.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den as I wait on Aide Bambi to arrive.
And how is your Monday going?
This was taken in West Virginia.

Sunday Golden Text – Truth

Ever learning, and never able to come to the knowledge of the truth.
– 2 Timothy 3:7
Wherefore lay apart all filthiness and superfluity of naughtiness, and receive with meekness the engrafted word, which is able to save your souls.
But be ye doers of the word, and not hearers only, deceiving your own selves.
For if any be a hearer of the word, and not a doer, he is like unto a man beholding his natural face in a glass:
For he beholdeth himself, and goeth his way, and straightway forgetteth what manner of man he was.
But whoso looketh into the perfect law of liberty, and continueth therein, he being not a forgetful hearer, but a doer of the work, this man shall be blessed in his deed.
– James 1:21-25
Pilate saith unto him, What is truth? And when he had said this, he went out again unto the Jews, and saith unto them, I find in him no fault at all.
– John 18:38

Warmer then Wham!

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
a glorious, beautiful day in the Cornfield. The damp weather has moved east, leaving behind sunny skies and warmer temperatures.
The mercury will rise to the mid 70s today and low 80s tomorrow. But Sunday the hammer falls and drops 20 degrees and dipping come nightfall into the upper 30s.
I am not ready.
Such Is Life.
I am doing better thus far today. That is a real blessing. Some would say a miracle.
This may be Friday the 13th, but that has never been a bad thing for me. Perhaps the reason is because I was born on the 13th. Granted it was a Monday, but still the 13th.
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Being American

Revisiting ‘ThePrez’

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.
And how is your Friday going?
Speaking out against the Affordable Care Act on CNN Saturday Morning News with Randi Kay. CNN even sent a limo to drive me to the studio in Indianapolis. This was in 2012.

Where Is Relief?

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
This bleak Thursday I look around and wonder where is the relief?
As I have often said, weather is not my friend. Not only am I being affected, but both Mom and Susie are also being imp;acted by the rainy, cooler climate that’s been lingering across the Cornfield.
i was roused out of slumber at 4 a.m. Why, I have not the foggiest. I was, however, after answering a call of nature to go back to sleep until shortly passed 6 a.m.
i HAD HOME aIDE bAMBI TURN OFF THE AIR CONDITIONER YESTERDAY WHEN SHE CAME TO SPRUCE ME UP. tHOUGH THE MERCURY WILL RISE SOME ON fRIDAY, IT WILL PLUNGE COME sUNDAY.
fALL IS HERE.
tRYING TO STAY AWAKE HAS BEEN DIFFICULT TODAY. i CAN BE WATCHING THE NEWS. MY LEG SHAKES ME AWAKE. i REALIZE i HAVE FALLEN BACK INTO sAND lAND.
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Revisiting ‘ThePrez’

Being American

Fun, fun, fun this morning as I had another SVT (supraventricular Tachycardia) attack. My heart rate was peaking at 210 beats.
Not Good.
tHAT’S THE WAY IT IS IN Mark’s Den.
aND HOW IS YOUR tHURSDAY GOING? 
October 16,2014, the Wabash River, Fairbanks Park, Terre Haute, Indiana

Ugh! 10 O’Clock?

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark
Tell me it ain’t so!
Alas, reality stared me in the face.
Clearly the time was 10 a.m. I was just waking to a soggy day in the Cornfield.
Strikingly obvious was I was not capable of pouring a cup of coffee.
I was figuratively chained to my recliner until 2 in the afternoon before I had my first sip of morning brew.
That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.
And how is your Wednesday going?
Playing the organ at Mom’s.