Happy 28th Birthday, Kevin!

Cathie and I were at Dr. Betty Duke’s office in Dugger around 4 p.m. The weather forecasters had put out a winter storm warning with significant snow.

Dr. Betty looked at Cathie, laughing, “Honey, you are in labor.”

That said with the storm threat we drove straight to Mary Sherman Hospital in Sullivan, Indiana. It would not be for over seven hours around 11:30 p.m. when Kevin Duane Ivy would make his debut on November 29, 1989.

Life has never been the same. LOL

In tribute I have put together a few collages to celebrate Kev’s 28th birthday. I am sure he will find some of the images cringe worthy. But, hey, that’s what Dads get to do.

Kevin, the Newborn

Newborn Kevin

Kev with Dad and Mom too

Dad and Kev – Oh yeah, with Mom too

Kev and the Paternal Grandparents

Kev with the Grandparents and older Brother Dave and Cuz

Kev and the Love of his Life - Hailey

Kev and the love of his life – Hailey

Now a few of Kevin through the years:

Through the Years

Through the Years

Through the Years

Through the Years

Through the Years

Through the Years

Through the Years

You may be a thousand miles away most years, but you are always in my heart and on my mind. Love you, Son.

This year you are home!

May today be a wonderful 28th birthday.

From Dad and Chooey – HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!

🎂🎂🎂🎂🍰🍰🍰🍦🍦🍦

Happy 80+ Years Young!

My dear Desert friend of over a decade, Bonnie, shares her birthday with youngest son, Kev, today. Meeting online in Yahoo group, the online friendship led to real life acquaintance. Bonnie lives in the Desert oasis of Laughlin, Nevada. Bonnie had a very rough weekend in and out of the emergency room. 

My Desert friend, Bonnie, ready to watch the regatta on the Colorado River last summer, 2015.

Hoping all my friends and family shout out to wish her a happy birthday. Also, please, place her on your prayer lists.

God Is God

This Tuesday this song is playing in my mind. It so aptly reflects my life in Mark’s Den and the Cornfield.

One of my favorite songs by The McKamey’s, which the Psalms of Joy (Mom, Jack and I) used to sing across Southern Indiana as well.

Enjoy!

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Tuesday going?

Waiting on Kev & Hailey

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Waiting on Kev & Haley to land at my door this last Monday in November. Curious if #1 Son Dave will surprise with Anna and the girls one day this week.

In the meanwhile, I wait.

My Kids:

Did It!

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

Put a check mark beside yesterday’s date and declare it a success. I navigated the swirling waters to and from my appointed rounds on Tuesday returning to the safe port of Mark’s Den with little scathing.

Yes, my dear friends, my adventurous excursion out of the safety of my home to the big city 25-30 miles to the northwest for my annual urology exam and eating out with Mom and Bill was successful.

Not that there were not a few trying moments, but the fact all, but one task was completed and I am still standing is a high point in my life’s journey.

A little bumpy being wheeled across the street from Stonebrook to the barbershop, but Bill got me to the barbershop. My hair was not trimmed, but in light of the amount of hair, I was shorn. LOL

Chevy, Chance’s son and my great-nephew, traveled and ate with us yesterday. He was an added development to Tuesday’s trek.

Bill and I dropped Mom and Chevy off at Dollar Tree then drove another couple of blocks to my doctor’s appointment. The doc declared me fit for another year.

From there we made our way to Golden Corral. With Mom traversing the food bar and fixing my plate, I was able to chow down in good fashion.

Next on the agenda was getting my flu shot at the Wal-Mart pharmacy. Alas, there were no flu shots to be had! Now I will have to travel to the Sullivan Wal-Mart for my vaccination. That means another excursion.

Rain rolled through the Cornfield last night. That did not help in recuperating from running all afternoon. Today I am trying to rest up and garner the strength to join family at Leticia’s home tomorrow for Thanksgiving.

Speaking of Thanksgiving, my thoughts:

For This I Am Grateful

That’s the way it is this day before Thanksgiving.

And how is your Wednesday going?

Me and my Sons: Kev and Dave – for both I am so thankful and blessed

Adventurous Excursion

 

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

What is routine and carried out matter-of-fact for most people will be rather adventurous for me today. For only the second time since my prognosis and being placed on hospice in May, I will be venturing out of Mark’s Den and out of town.

My first trip from the Den was a few months back. At that time, Mom and Bill took me to lunch in nearby Jasonville, a scant six miles away. I was able to enjoy the outing without aid of a wheelchair or walker. I did, of course, have to rely on my portable air canister. I did pay for the trip the following couple of days.

Today will be more taxing. Bill will be rolling me across the street to the barbershop for a haircut I sorely need. Following that, Bill and Mom will load me into the car for a trip to Terre Haute, some 25 – 30 miles to the northwest for my annual urology check-up.

Following the doctor’s appointment, we plan to go to Golden Corral to eat. Next stop on the way home is the Wal-Mart pharmacy for my flu shot. Finally back home to Chooey.

For today, we are talking several hours. For today, my wheelchair will be necessary. For today, instead of one air tank, I will be taking a spare tank as well.

Keep me in your prayers today that all goes well.

That’s the way it is this second day of the week.

And how is your Tuesday going?

Last year, 2016, at Leticia’s: Bill, Chad’s Dad, Me and Mom

Starter Grinds as Thanksgiving Week Kicks Off

Delve into the light and dark that is Mark

The rolling fronts trampling the Cornfield are playing havoc with my physical being. Last night my system became more clogged as each minute ticked. This morning, although the sun is shining brightly in a cloudless, blue sky, the intensity of the pressure on my airways has been debilitating at times.

Tomorrow I plan to make it to my annual checkup with my urologist. After the appointment, plans are for Mom and Bill, who are providing transportation, and I to eat out at Golden Corral. Prior to leaving for my doctor’s appointment, if all goes well, Bill is rolling me across the street to get my hair cut.

Say a prayer I can make it out tomorrow.

On Thursday, at this stage, a trip to Dugger for Thanksgiving dinner at Leticia’s is the goal.

For the moment, I am trying to maintain and make it through today.

Check my latest thoughts on the political alterverse:

Retro in Vogue

That’s the way it is in Mark’s Den.

And how is your Monday going?

During the Drought of 2014, Indiana’s famed Wabash River

Sunday Golden Text – Wings

And I said, Oh that I had wings like a dove! for then would I fly away, and be at rest.
– Psalm 55:6