Thursday, July 7, 2016

Land of dirty tables

    Busing tables is a land onto itself, it stimulates, wellllllll maybe leg and back muscles. As for stimulation of the brain, it beats setting at home doing nothing, what else can I say.
    Friday night the pizza business was going wide open. The six ovens were filled all night with many more pizzas waiting to get in there and permeate their aromas throughout the neighborhood. Two delivery vehicles were running continuously until almost 10-PM
    I was whipped and my knee had been doing its job,
    Saturday business was brisk but as expected slower than Friday as everybody was doing their grilling after the hustle and bustle of getting up to their cabins after work and then opening them up.
    Only one problem was my knee. My son in law had picked me up and as I was trying to get out my knee would not quite bend far enough and I forced it to do so. By 9-PM my knee was swelled up inside of the brace enough that it was, shall we say, very uncomfortable. Lisa brought me home and I did the old elevation and ice trick.
   So Sunday I did not go down to do any busing I just stayed home
bemoaning that fact. By Monday morning it was back to almost regular size. 
  MORAL of STORY------- do not force it to bend too much, it swells up and hurts.
   I'll try it again this week, gotta do something, now and then.

Friday, July 1, 2016

Two weeks into this immobilizer and it was time to get the staples out. I'd had staples before but they were in my head or shoulders where I could not see how to remove them. Soon the nurse removed them with the secret little pliers, which she took from the room as I was curious about them.
 The Dr. came in and said oh that looks good. I wanted to ask him about his eyesight but thought better of it.
 He said, "Come back in two weeks."
 Something about inanimate foreign objects wrapped about me that leaves a lot to desire. I was using a walker of course and a cane in the house, without the walker.. He had said be careful if you tear this loose there is no fixing. That made me extremely nervous in some situations but I thought I must continue to live. 
  I told Lisa that it was time to take my dog home as it would give me something to worry about besides myself.
That has worked out quite satisfactory for the dog, myself and of course Lisa.

  June 29, 2016, back to the Dr. and we had him explain the injury and how he did the sewing on a mock-up model he had in the office.
  Then the new immobilizer. I don't know how to explain it, maybe a picture will help.

   So it controls how far my knee will bend. The red dial are degrees of bend for my knee. The first week is 50 degrees. I was surprised at that amount, he just smiled and said every Tuesday you are to increase the degrees by ten. Then when you reach 90 degrees I will see you again.

 Then we talk about therapy, what kind and how much I do not know. Within a year you should have most of your strength in the knee back.

  I was thinking to myself holy horse manure I'm 78 I might not have a knee good enough to make it to my own funeral, does he realize that?

  I have to admit that I now have more freedom and with in two weeks I expect to be able to put on my sock and shoe without the
2 foot shoehorn. Maybe even being able to bend my knee enough to sit behind the wheel of my car again.

  Tonight I'm trying something new, I will go to my daughters
 Pizza place and do some table busing. That will be quite a treat instead of trying to find something to watch on the boob tube.
Have a great FOURTH OF JULY

Monday, June 6, 2016

He is getting my attention.

    Every once in a while God does get my attention. Why does he need to do it? I might have an inkling as to why.
    No I do not forget there is a God and I do so enjoy having the freedom to do so. In a world that is going more anti-Christian each day, you might say I do flaunt it. No I don't run up and down the sidewalks or road-sides doing somersaults and the like. I do laugh mostly at myself for as my son-in-law Joe keeps saying "There is no cure for stupidity."
    It was not stupidity that had me exit the one step sooner than I should have. I would say it was carelessness in not paying attention to my surroundings, maybe I was showing off in front of my SIL(son in law). You see he was unable to climb the ladder, He could not even move it as easily as I could. An eight foot (step ladder) is not well maybe it is now, a formidable obstacle to negotiate, normally. Set the ladder up and climb towards the top to replace a pair of fluorescent light bulbs. Then installing new ones and coming back down the ladder. Was it the smirk on my face that God saw as I thought I had reached the ground. How many times through times through life have you heard, mostly from parents, wipe that smile off of your face, or else.
   I believe my great Father up above was giving me a hint or too also as I was in the beginnings of disembarkation. I was in the third rung of the ladder, thinking I was on the second rung when I put my right foot down. I quickly realized I had done a no-no. I grabbed a death-grip on the ladder but to no avail.
   I looked at my left knee, as that was now at chin level, thinking this was not going to be good, when the Quadriceps Tendon, quickly and literally tore loose (exploded). With all of that action there was considerable pain not unlike the way I think a dead chicken or turkey if it could feel, when you are tearing the drum stick from the thigh. So there I was standing on my right leg. Still hanging on to that ladder with my left leg now just hanging there like a limp noodle.
   There was no exclamations or cursing from me. Joe kept asking what as wrong and I just kept saying, knee, my knee. Then they brought me a office chair with wheels and some support to hold my left leg out with the knee as straight as possible.
   No more pain as long as it was straight no do not touch it do not think about moving it. Lisa quickly went to  my house and found a old cane I have. Bringing it I could use the neck of the cane to lift my foot thereby lifting my leg.
   I knew I needed a surgeon as I have had two other knee surgeries. My Dr., does not work on Wednesdays, I quickly found out. So I would not be getting a referral from him for the orthopedic surgeon.
    The Dr's. office told me go to ER. Which I did thanks to Joe taking me there in Lisa's car. Though it has been at least 45 years since I was in one, my opinion has not changed. A emergency Dr. came in and said I can't see what the problem is for sure and she sent a portable X-Ray and soon a very nice looking lady with an ugly looking X-Ray machine came in snapped four pictures and wished me luck.
   Within an hour the emergency ER-Dr. came back and said it is not the Patella it is the Quadriceps tendon. They will do surgery on you soon.
   I sat there astonished as I was thinking, no hospital works this fast, this must be a joke. So from about 4:30  till ten PM I sat there waiting for surgery. About nine somebody said, we will admit you to a room for the night. By 10:30 PM I was in a room looking for food. I did have breakfast about 10 AM. I could now have something to eat until midnight. But there was nothing available except vending machines in the cafeteria.
    I watched my daughter Kitt as she said I'll go get some fast food. I told her no way all I wanted was a peanut butter sandwich, out the door she went telling me to relax, wait  here etc. Like I was going to leave the darn place. Soon she was back with bread and peanut butter so I had two sandwiches.
    As I have said, "There was no pain as long as the knee was kept straight." 
    But something about hospital protocol says we must ask every hour about your pain If you happen to doze off they will wake you up to take your blood-pressure, every two hours, go back to sleep, you need to rest, DUH
    I had a male nurse for the night and if nothing else he was funny as he had to keep asking me how the pain was. Finally I told him I had an extremely large amount of pain "Up where the sun does not shine." He said I as he could do something for about that area of the body. He went out and came back with about a three gallon hot water bottle. With the enema do-hickey about two foot long saying I'm ready are you? He laughed saying it took me quite a while to find this we only get it out maybe twice a year, thanks for making my night.
    The day nurse was a lot better looking. She was 5 feet tall, caring and helpful at the same time. I enjoyed talking to her but she was very busy in the morning.
    Lisa showed up about 9:30 AM. and by 10 AM I was trying to talk to my Pastor on the phone and I had to hang up on him as two more nurses showed up saying surgery time. They were both nice and the older one of the two was just plain crazy in a fun way. I went down to the bowels of the hospital or up to the heart of the hospital for a pain block for whatever the main thigh muscle is called then I met the anesthesiologist and settled with a general anesthetic and no there will be no spinal tap, but he sure did want to do a tap.
    The  surgeon said, "I will drill five holes in your knee cap and then I will run lines from the cap to the Quadriceps Tendon and I will then pull that tendon back over the knee and tie into place. He spent maybe fifteen minutes explaining all of this and I asked how long does this take you. He said "Forty five minutes." 

   I was flabbergasted thinking it took longer to explain than to do it. 
 Coming back into the real world on this particular operation (pun intended) was frightening and I might add quite painful. Tiffany my nurse asked for the usual now much pain between one and ten. I know it was my own voice howling in pain that brought into this painful world. I was honest with her as before surgery we made  deal between us. No lies from either of us, even bad news, we would be honest with one another. So I told eleven maybe another half on top of that. She told me later she could not believe how much pain I said I had. A few minutes later and I told her no change and she nodded saying I didn't change it before it was a test, as she smiled and made an adjustment, within fifteen minutes the pain had been diminished quite tolerably. 
    MY daughters told me when I was wheeled into the room I was crying and and told them to cut the SOB off.
 Today is Monday and about the fourth day after surgery. 
   Yesterday I let it be known that I was worried about the addiction of the pain medicine. This morning  I woke up about 2 AM and the pain had left my body. It has now been about 14 hours with out the pain pills for which I am mighty thankful for.
   Yesterday Kitt came and changed the dressing on the incision with no surprises there except for one of the surgical dressings.
    A dressing about 1/8th of an inch thick and 1 1/2 inches wide and six inches long. Looks and feels like a "teflon) but it is also highly absorbent. The little sucker laid over the staples and did not drag on them like regular packing's do. I found out that it is not available to peons.
   Only three more weeks in this immobilizer then to a different one with a dial up on it or something, for another four weeks and then we will see what is over the horizon.
    I had a very welcome surprise from one of the granddaughter's. Trisha with her husband and two boys stopped for a few moments and it was a joy. I sure want to thank them again for stopping even if just for a moment. 
   My buddy Gary came by and made me smile that was worth a lot. Thanks Gary

Saturday, May 28, 2016


                   The common soldier
             The only thing I can say today

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After you listen this listen to the West Point Glee Club

Sunday, April 3, 2016

I've been busy spinning my wheels

  As some of you know I have writing a short story that has turned into a novel. It is time consuming and not as easy as just writing your memoirs.
  The first chapter and part of the second chapter are true adventures that happened when I was up at Mom and Dad's
DAMSITE LODGE  on the Montreal River at mile post ninety three on the ALGOMA (affectionately called Agony central RR.) Central RR.
I'm giving you some of the chapter prologues so that you might understand and maybe get some interest in the story.

   Here is the PROLOGUE to Chap ONE, as it stands today.

The Astounding love of Brady Hock  Brady Hock
An adventurous FICTIONAL  love story.                          
by Darrell Patton

    PROLOGUE to Chap. one
 The bear was outside the cabin, it was as dark as pitch. Cookie, my bird dog, was in the top bunk with me, I think she was shaking more than I was. The bear tried the door but it was shut tight with a chair up against the door latch. He had already tried the window but was discouraged because, we had put buck-saw blades upside down across the window, so it hurt the bear when he tried to get a paw up there and then tried to pull the blade out of his way. The bruin was not really growling but sort of a half snuffing, woofing sound. Plus he was snapping his teeth, a sign that he was agitated. As he walked around the cabin he would occasionally rub up against it, at one point he grabbed a corner of the building, then he shook the whole building. About then I was thinking why did I ever volunteer for this? 15 is too young to die! 
   Back a few years ago, way back in the nineteen fifties, a lot longer than I like to admit, I had an experience with a bear in the cabin. 

 Now as I was writing chapter two the story was getting to be mundane, I decided to put a little more excitement into a seven day wilderness canoe trip that I made with a friend when I was about seventeen or eighteen years old.
Prologue to Chap 2

  We all heard it at about the same time as Cookie (dog) walked over towards the noise very stiff legged on the alert for whatever might be there. It was a child, a girl, maybe about eight or nine years old, we figured. She was just sitting there, in shock on the damp ground. She was scratched from being in the Canadian bush looking like she had been bitten by most of the mosquitoes in Ontario. Her clothes were in disarray and very dirty, her hair had once been a light brown was now muddy, all snarled up. Her shirt was a light material of some type; it had been white at one time…..

  Also I wanted the book to be able to be enjoyed by both sexes and family safe but also believable. 
 Thanks to neighbor couple they have done a lot of story editing for me. I had asked for them to be honest as I needed to hear what changes needed to especially to make sure the story would be interesting to females of all ages. Well they were very honest and I made the changes and amazingly it reads better. One of the changes they mentioned was why did I mention outhouses and taking breaks and monthly problems. I told her a lot of this is wilderness and riding horseback with a mixture of city dudes and country folk. Life and death of animals is not liked especially by a cattle grower bu it is a fact of life. Bathroom breaks even happen to office workers. But when you put those same people on horseback for a two or three day ride eating and eliminating out in the middle of a grassy field can be quite an experience especially for a lady in a male dominate lifestyle. We did a compromise on that and I do thank her for having me changing some of it. 
  It has been an ongoing process that is never ending, it seems. I never realized how many people actually were so profane in their speaking.
  I tried to tell the story  as myself as the main character because let's face it. Just about every experience in it is an actual snippet of my life.
   In the story my folks are killed in a auto accident (remember it is now fiction)after they sold the lodge and were moving to Florida and I as "Brady Hock" wondered around for awhile after their death's and ended up in Idaho.     Living and being a twenty five percent owner in a cow/calf dude ranch. Now for me that is where the fun began while I was writing and researching trying to keep it historically correct with only one or two author's whims.
  The trouble with writing a novel is you actually become the person who you are writing about and become emotionally involved.
  It is a "Love" story but not as it is written about now days.
 really a man I loved dearly and his habit throughout is lifetime and that would be my Dad. It seemed to me throughout his life he would give, time, money, prayer or whatever and he would receive it back many times over.

   I have been in contact Zondervan Publishing now a partner with WESTBOW Publishing corp but still active in Christian publishing. 
  I have also been in contact with a story editor and a illustrator.
  The publishers, illustrator, and story editor all appear to be beyond reproach.
  Prologue to Chapter three

  Thank goodness the phone continued ringing, while I searched for it. I found it on the 10th ring saying, “I found it, hello.” 
  The female voice on the other end said, “Brady?”
   I said, “Yes who is this?” 
 “This is Danyel Kline, Zane’s sister.” 
   I said, “I thought you were at college.” 
   Danyel said, “I came home to surprise Zane; I think something has happened to him.” She continued on “There is a note here dated 10 days ago that he was going to go up to Hidden Valley for 3 or 4 days, says he should be back within a week. He is not here, his horses Toby and Elmo, are not here, nor his saddle, bridle, or carbine.” 
   I said, “Where are your folks?” 
   Danyel said, “They went to Hawaii.”
 She asked, “Will you help me look for him, you are his best friend; I think you might know where Hidden Valley might be.”

  I do have a lot of chapters as I hope to get it published into a series of books. 
  No I have not made a choice on the cover of the book, No I have not made a choice on any of the illustrations that will be needed. Yes I spend countless hours daily editing double checking the correct spelling, Making sure the indentation on the paragraphs are enough to show up but not to deep to waste paper.
 Will it be available electronically? I don't know all of the answers but I am inclined to think first a book and then maybe put out for the electronic readers.

How about a wedding I even have one of those, when Brady does get married.
Chap # 7
The Wedding

  In the last week there was so much activity around the house that it was hard for the family to get in and out with their vehicles. Two humongous tents were erected that would put any circus to shame the generators were very large diesels that were hidden behind some shrubs. In one tent there was a big dance floor and a raised platform for the band. There were 1000 folding chairs and heaven only knows how many tables. The sod was being removed for roasting of the 2 steers. The caterer’s trucks, equipment were being set up in strategic places and then a parking lot was put way out where the new handicap arena was going to be. Since it was almost a half mile there was a fleet of golf carts for transporting the guests. It looked like a statistical nightmare that had been worked on for a long while. Amongstll of that were all of the portable toilets, purposefully set up so as not to be eyesores.   The local ambulance center will furnish an ambulance and crew for a very nominal fee, plus food of course, HA-HA
 Honeymoon plans had not been discussed between the couple, as each one was so busy keeping the everyday operations going they did not have time. Each one harbored the thought, that they might not go anyplace right now.

Keila and her entourage (friends) were busy setting up their choreography for the wedding cakes, for a 1000 guests. Her friendly dietitian was helping with the statistics on that, so far the dietitian had only said, “That is a hell of a lot of cake.” 
I hope to get it printed this year yet as time and finances dictate. Plus my new (to me) touring scooter that is big enough not only to haul me but to also let me go to the UP and around to see some people I have not seen in a long time. 
Time will tell.
See you at the house.

Saturday, May 30, 2015

The Book

        I can't believe that I haven't  been here since march but time flies by when you are in love. By love, I mean the type that consumes you 24 hours a day seven days a week. No we will not marry, you see, I have never met them.
  They are both figments of my imagination that I never knew I had. I have been married twice here on earth. The first one, I'm sorry to say, ended in divorce, after 13 years of marriage my high school sweetheart said adios. Devastation consumed me to the utmost.
 Then I met number two and we had 37 years together until the big "C" took her. Again I was consumed with devastation trying to find another to replace her. I'm still looking for number three, she might be out there in this world and I'm sure if we should meet, it will happen.
 When I started this book my lifelong friend Dan Revoir said, "When you start, the words will flow." How right he was. I would write maybe a whole chapter. I would get up in the middle of the night and then write another 10 or 12 thousands words. Then later on when I was editing, proof reading, I'd say, to myself, I remember something like that happening, why that had to be 50 or 60 years ago.
    Let me tell you about my current loves that are a figment of imagination, if I can. I have written a novel it is a faith based novel as life has been for me. I have told Kitt, one of my daughter's, many times I could not sleep because of what I was writing. I never realized until the last couple of days that I was writing about my past or may be as I thought it was, also the present and future as I would like it to be. All of the names in my novel are fictitious.This novel started out to be non fiction but I quickly realized my adventures would be awful boring to some people, especially the female gender. So I brought into the story a 10-11 year old girl and her dad who had big problems up in Canada on the Montreal River at my parents lodge. For every action there is a reaction.  The non fiction ended about there in the book. I realized I had to use fictitious names. So throughout the story all names are fictitious but locations are quite accurate. 
 My two love's names are Dani and Keila, both fictitious. Through lives twists and turns, strange things happen. Also when I read what I have written about them I now realize I wrote about my two wives. The fiction is the names their experiences are snippets of my live, talk about weird.
 The 11 yr old girl in Canada, I find in again in Idaho, 10 yrs later. The other love is also in Idaho.
 By bringing in love with, a dude ranch and their employees, with some of their problems, horses, death, bears, cattle, wolves, sickness in the form of cancer, even some MS and how God works his mysterious wonders, which many of us call miracles. 
 As I reread the chapters I am amazed at how much life I have been fortunate to participate in. I don't know when the book will be out. My finances slow it down a lot and with Kitt's help I am trying to work through it.

The title is: The Astounding Brady Hock or when you read it you can see How God Worked Through Brady Hock.
 The first paragraph of chapter one starts like this:  
  What is that under the snow I said to myself as my dog (Igor) and I slogged along in the deep snow? As I approached the bump under the snow Igor, my Wired Hair Griffon, rushed ahead as fast as his muscular, wire haired, 80 pound body could go growling, snarling a warning to whatever was buried there.  Then all of a sudden he was whining, barking, wagging his tail, frantically digging in the snow as I stepped up, carefully trying to see why he was so happy when a bare hand with fingernail polish, showed on top of the snow.
I'm hoping the story will be interesting to all ages and both genders. As it is a story of Brady's life and his love all of the people he met.


Saturday, February 7, 2015


  We were in a church, someplace in New Mexico and the preacher was a guest speaker or evangelist and he came out wearing a light leather vest, western style shirt, bolo tie, a large champion roper belt buckle, a 10 gallon hat, cowboy boots and carrying a lariat. As he approached the pulpit he took off his hat and twirled the rope over his head threw it towards a kid right next to me. The young boy ducked, threw up his arm and the loop glanced my way, landed around my head and settled onto my shoulders. We all laughed and as I straightened my glasses and tried to regain my composure, as I was a guest at this church, and was sitting in the 3rd row so that I could hear what was going on.
   He then explained that his rope throwing was part of his evangelism but he always threw it at a child but he missed today and then explained that he and I had actually met yesterday at the RV Park and explained what I was doing. He laughed and said I don’t remember his name, what was it? I laughed and said that we both had the same problem as I could not remember his, but I knew his wife’s name was Allison, and he said your wife’s name is Sally. The congregation just laughed and he continued on without knowing my name. He’d just say Sally’s Husband etc. He explained that I was up to my elbows in “DO-DO” as he watched and listened to me as I repaired the “DO-DO” hose on our trailer. He stated that he was amazed at the way I approached the job and I was humming different songs. He laughed and mentioned a couple of the songs I was half singing and humming and they were I Love To Tell The Story and the other one was Precious Memories……how they linger, and he and the congregation broke into joyful laughter as he said, you know, I never looked at that song that way.
 He then got into the sermon of how he was called to be an Evangelist. He worked for a rancher and left that job to work in a stockyard/feedlot nearby his home where he saw a need for the rough and tumble co-workers. Soon he rented a church building right nearby and started preaching on Sundays to his co-workers and others that were using the excuse that they did not want to be part of an organized religion. He said I wanted to stop that excuse so each Sunday in the little town of 600 people, while still working he preached his little sermon’s “COWBOY STYLE”.  As the church grew and grew he felt a calling to continue on to reach-out to the cowboys in different cities.
 His wife Allison also had a story to tell of their young son and how the Dr’s wanted to abort but they did not and he is very well. Allison was quite a good singer and presented us with a CD and one of those songs on that CD was soon Sally’s favorite and I made sure it was played at her memorial a few years ago and it is entitled “Everything”.
 It was an enjoyable afternoon as they had a potluck after church and we were invited and required to stay or else be hung by the ROPE MAN, as the kids called him that day.

  Many times while traveling Sally and I would reminisce about the cowboy and his sermon and reinforce in each other the old saying “you never who was watching or listening, nor how it would impact that person.