Random Word Associations

Just a little glimpse into the how things work in my head.  This is not premeditated.  I'm just going for it.

Green apple

tart

pecan

A Year Down Yonder

Diana

radio

nature

Jefferson County Park

Avery

Jeff

bridge

camera

bronchitis

Dr. Larson

Vicodin

Spamalot

Wabash Arts Camp

Shenandoah

trail

Tracy

walk

horses

Jenny

wood pile

saddle

imagination

brake

Dad

motorcycle

scar

race

gravel

helmet

farm

pasture

Trinket

tears

morel mushrooms

Grandpa Sutherlin

family

Now, the explanation...

I'm  drinking a Green apple Izze soda which is

tart.

A pecan is something in tarts 

which reminds me of the book A Year Down Yonder.

I think my friend Diana would be perfect if that book were made into a play.

Diana hosts a radio show with Therese

who works in the nature center

at Jefferson County Park

where I like to take Avery for walks.

Jeff, Duane, Avery, and I walked there when they were here for Mandie's wedding,

and I took a lot of pictures with my camera.

That weekend I got bronchitis

and had to see Dr. Larson

which reminded me of when I threw my back out and he prescribed me Vicodin.

That made seeing Spamalot in Des Moines a whole new adventure.

That was the weekend I left for my second summer at Wabash Arts Camp

in Shenandoah.

The Wabash Trace trail goes through there, but it starts in Council Bluffs,

and Tracy and I 

went on a walk there this summer.

There are horses on the trail, and Tracy is hoping they help her get over her fear.

This reminded me of my pony, Jenny, that I got for my fourth birthday.

But before I had her, I would take a big log from the woodpile

and saddle it up, pretending I was riding.

I always had a huge imagination,

and I would pretend everywhere, even in the car, steering and pushing my "brake" 

when Dad did.

For my eighth birthday, he got me my own motorcycle.

I have a scar on my knee

from a wipeout during a race with my stepsister Melanie.

I crashed on the gravel road,

and I didn't have a helmet on, which was totally against my dad's rules.

This all made me think of Dad's farm

and playing out in the pasture

and watching my dog Trinket follow my dad out in the field, even when she got old 

and my dad's tears when she died... the first time I saw him ever cry.

I've looked about everywhere on the farm for morel mushrooms,

which always makes me think of my Grandpa Sutherlin... I wish I'd known him.

I'm blessed with a wonderful family.