First off I want to thank everyone for their comments and suggestions about Deep Brain Stimulation. I’m not jumping into anything half cocked, but I am looking for a solution.
I think it was last Sunday that I got an email from Gypsy with a picture of me attached. She was forwarding it from a friend of hers known as GC.
She had photoshopped it using a picture of my face, and entitled it ‘Belle Oakley’. Ha! What a hoot! It inspired me compete in Tuesday morning’s Poker Shoot on the air gun range. We’d had quite a storm on Sunday with very high winds and rain. I had the slides pulled in all day and was still rocking and rolling. I looked out the kitchen window at one point and saw one of my tire covers take flight and travel half way down the steep bank at the end of my patio. Luckily, the back strap was far enough up the bank that I could just reach it without falling down. I did get pretty soaked on that mission, though.
Anyway, Tuesday morning I headed out to the range in the very chilly temps. I was determined to make a good showing. Well guess what? I was the only one there. Bummer! I did a little practicing since I was there, but only got off about a dozen shots before my fingers were too cold to pull the trigger.
When I got back to the rig, I checked the park’s activities website and found that a change of date had been posted over night. Rats! Guess I’d better learn to check things early each morning. Well I’ll try again next Monday, but you can bet I won’t be wearing a dress!
Today was the Annual Membership Meeting at Jojoba. You had to be there by about 8:00 in the morning to register. The meeting was scheduled for all day. OMG! I don’t mind short meetings, but all day?? Members were voting for three new Board of Directors positions, and four candidates were running. There were also three propasals being voted on. As it was my first Annual Membership Meeting, after taking Emma out I grabbed a quick breadfast and headed out. I didn’t want to be late. Little did I know that a continental breakfast was provided. I’ll know better next year.
I think I mentioned in a previous post that I thought one of the board candidates was pretty full of himself, so I chose not to vote for him. Guess I wasn’t alone in that decision because he was soundly beaten; only garnering about half the amount of votes as the other three candidates.
Thanks to the outgoing President of the Board, my new next door neighbor, all business was taken care of by noon. I did not participate in the beef stew luncheon nor the wine and cheese gathering to celebrate the new board members later in the afternoon. Four hours of socializing in a big crowd was enough for me.
Tomorrow I’ll be helping with the annual maintenance of the air gun range. All those targets and posts need to be repainted, and I gained quite a bit of experience painting posts at Tamarac NWR. Just give me a paint brush and stand back!
Thanks for stopping by… talk to you later, Judy