From The EastWing, The Coldest Day, Chaos At RHCO INC, The She & The EastWing Changed Forever, The She’s The Glue, Missing EastWing Visits, The Cat Diary, Ukraine And Presidential Consequences, A Presidential Joke, Sarah Palin Was Right

Greeting to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.

WOW! What a week it was. Monday, Feb. 10th was the coldest morning of the winter. -18° to date when me and the She went to work. The She, having an issue with a tire on her Jeep, no spare, had to bum a ride to work in Mr. Lincoln. We’d not gone ¼ mile and the She’s looking for the little button to heat up the seat. The She found the button, warmed her butt,  and all was well for our commute into the little city. When we got to work it was still -18°, yet the She had a warm butt.  And so I delivered the She to the back door of her beloved Pioneer Florist Country Store in North Judson.

Organized chaos is a good way to describe RHCO INC. this time of the year. Appointments that run late, clients that don’t show up on time, clients who forget to reschedule after missing a date.  Clients who show up a week late and say “are you sure it was last week?” It’s all a part of the annual dog and pony show this time of the year at 219 Lane Street in beautiful downtown North Judson. I love it. This organized chaos keeps me off the street, and keeps me from having to go out and get a real job. Yes, I love it.

And so the week progressed into the land of routine until Wednesday, when we had an appointment  for the She to have an angiogram at the Porter Memorial hospital. We kept that appointment. It was the results of the angiogram that forever changed our lives in the EastWing.  The Cardiologist was the one who brought the bad news. The She had critical life threatening heart blockages. We were faced with a single choice, that being open heart surgery for my beautiful She.

It was at that moment when life in the EastWing forever changed. Things that were important, then were not. Things that used to be were forever never more. The single  issue in the EastWing world was the health of the She. Not the Beagles, not Mr. Bentley, not Sophia or Spike, not me or the deck cats, it was the She, and only the She that is important. The realization that the She is the glue that holds the EastWing together came into full view when the She’s health came to the forefront.  I tell the stories, the She is truly the glue that makes ‘em stick.

It’s hard to describe the emotions, and the fear involved when the one you love walks into the shadow of the valley of death.  It’s hard to describe. Even for me, it’s hard to describe. Sometimes the words to the story are not yet ready to be spoken.  The words were just not there to speak when the She’s health came into play. After all, without the She, I’m just  a hillbilly boy from Toto, Indiana who learned to read. But with my beautiful She, I’m BobbyRay and I write stories.

 Last week I got over 350 emails wanting to know why I didn’t have a visit from the EastWing the last two Sunday Nights . It’s kinda like the payroll service provided by RHCO INC.  Nothing short of my death is an excuse for not running the payroll on time. Now the business owner may not have too much of an issue with me being late on the payroll, it’s the employees who scream at me. My dear friends who visit the EastWing don’t love the She as much as I do. So they yell at me for not visiting when I don’t have words to say. When I’m worried about the She, I can’t tell stories worth a damn. And so I was worried about the She and the words didn’t come about.

The surgery was performed  then me and the She went to the EastWing. I’m now taking care of my beautiful She and doing everything I can to help her get well soon. And then the words came back

After reading Sophia’s diary, I couldn’t  help but walk into Sophia’s  room when she was outside  and take another look.

Dear Diary,

There are way too many cats  at the EastWing. We don’t  need Spike here. I hope the ugly bald human takes Spike, The Man Cat, to the animal shelter up the road. I still hate Spike and hope he dies. Those Beagle Girl Dogs  are starting to piss me off too. I sat beside the pretty girl human today. We didn’t talk, girls sometimes don’t have to talk to be happy.

Sophia

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Dear Diary,

This afternoon I believe Spike went into my room and stole some of my stuff. The ugly bald human won’t make him bring my stuff back. I now have to take things in my own paws. Tonight when  it gets dark and everybody’s asleep, I’m gona sneak down to the basement and pee in Spike’s Litter Box.

Sophia

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Dear Diary,

Last night I peed in Spike’s Litter Box. I Hope he goes crazy trying to find out who peed in his Litter Box. My good friend, Pit Bull Bentley, told me if I’m troubled, I should pray. I told Bentley, cats don’t pray. Bentley said it won’t hurt,  so I’ll try anything once.

 

Hello God: This is your pretty little Calico Cat, Sophia. My friend Bentley said you could help in times of trouble. I have trouble. I hate Spike. Can you make people not like Spike so he will have to go off and die? Oh, by the way,  after you make it so Spike goes off and dies, if he had any of his nine lives left, could you just add them to my lives? I got to tell ya God, this praying is more fun than I thought it would be. If you take care of Spike for me, I’ll maybe be praying again. I’ll be talking to ya soon.

Sophia

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As the disaster in Ukraine evolves, it once again demonstrates  the weakness of the United States on the world stage. A President who drew a line in Syria on the use of chemical weapons. Changed the line when the chemicals weapons were used, and then changed the line once again when the chemical weapons were used again. This same President proposed that the bad guys would suffer “consequences” for their actions. It turned out that  the consequences we nothing bad happened to the bad guys. With the handling of the issue in Syria by the President of the United States , guess the whole world now knows that the American President is truly a man of this word.

I hate to say so, but we are stuck with a President who suffers from  “Blowing In The wind” Syndrome.
As the President of the United States, when you say “consequence” and nothing happens in Syria, when you say a line is draw in the sand and the sand line is then  blown away with the chemical attack. It’s at that time the whole world knows what the wind does in Washington DC. Blowing Smoke.

While the man in the White House, may still think he’s a player, in fact on the world stage, he’s a joke. It’s embarrassing to think that our great nation has deteriorated to the level of electing a President as inapt at the current office holder.  WOW! Blowing In The Wind becomes the official policy of The State Department. Don’t believe me, just ask John Kerry, he’s the mouthpiece for The Wind.

Now just so my legion of liberal friends here at the EastWing, who have voted for pigs in pokes in the past, know, I do believe it was Sarah Palin who said back in 2008, all the while my liberal friends were doing their best to paint her as a total and complete idiot. If Barak Obama is elected president, Russia well be embolden to the point of invading Ukraine.   Kinda of a right on observation by one considered to be a complete idiot by the main stream news media. Maybe the correct observation could best be the words of our former Secretary of State, Hillary Clinton, “At this late stage, what difference does it make?”

Stay Safe in Afghanistan.

 From The EastWing, The Coldest Day, Chaos At RHCO INC, The She & The EastWing Changed Forever, The She’s The Glue, Missing EastWing Visits, The Cat Diary, Ukraine And Presidential Consequences, A Presidential Joke, Sarah Palin Was Right

I Wish You Well,

BobbyRay

 (I’m glad I’m back telling stories and the beautiful she is doing well and sleeping on the couch.) Life is once again good here at the EastWing. JJ happy boy, happy girl. And I didn’t even tell ya about Mr. Bentley when the She was in the Hospital. But that’s a story for another day.