Martha Holliman Preston: What a beautiful couple! Congratulations!
Rod Ferguson: Thank you June. I use to be able to hold my own, now I just try my best to hold on!
Sandi Shannon Woods: LOL you are so good to her !!! :)!!!
Bettye Crystal Bogue Jones: what a deal...all around!
Lauren Maxwell Spillers: Congratulations, but you are so bad Rodney!
Leona Price Cagle: Congrats you two kids...
Jerry Breithaupt: Congratulations, you are just too nice,., LOL Linda must be a tough woman to put up with you...
Anita Holloway: You're a mess Rod!!! LOL!!!
Barbara Ryals: TOO FUNNY- HAPPY ANNIVERSARY YOU TWO
Donna Cagle Jinks: WHAT A GREAT PICTURE. LOVE YOU GUYS. TAKE CARE AND WE WILL SEE YOU SOON.
Becky Woods Harper: Congrats to you both!!
Rod Ferguson: Thanks guys. I've really struggled to help Linda along. She has responded well to training, thus making it possible for me to keep her! I thought for sure that her Bawcomville background might really interfere with my ability to adjust to her "different" ways, but it appears it has worked out just fine! She has made me three chocolate pies this week alone, and promised a Fourth one tonight. It seems that every time she checks my sugar level my diabetes hasn't gone up a bit! Told me she is using granular sugar which is good for diabetics. I'm really lucky...
Becky Woods Harper: Oh you gonna get it Rodman! :)
Rod Ferguson: I sure hope so!
Becky Woods Harper: Down Rodman!!!
Posted sometimes late January 1 from home.
Rod Ferguson: Dang John! That's what he did! It is a U Tern.
Posted January 7 at 1045am
Posted January 8 from Pineville, La
Posted January 10 at 0650hrs from my River.
A friend of mine of many years, Johnny Fatheree, posted the following two quotes of historical value that settled in my heart. I could not help but go back and read them over and over. Where Tench Coxe's words were powerful, it was really Thomas Jefferson's words that moved me into a very strange state of mind. No one really responded, but from the depths of my heart, I could not help by share my feelings... He posted:
"Who are the militia? Are they not ourselves? Is it feared, then, that we shall turn our arms
each man against his own bosom? Congress shall have no power to disarm the militia.
Their swords, and every other terrible implement of the soldier, are the birthright of an
American ... The unlimited power of the sword is not in the hands of either the federal or
state governments, but where I trust in God it will ever remain, in the hands of the People."
-- Tench Coxe, 1788.
And then he posted this from Thomas Jefferson:
"And what country can preserve its liberties, if its rulers are not warned from
time to time that this people preserve the spirit of resistance? Let them take
arms...the tree of liberty must be refreshed from time to time, with the blood
of patriots and tyrants. It is its natural manure."
-- Thomas Jefferson
Rod Ferguson Posted this Prayer: My God in heaven. The truth in these words. Are we there? Why are all of our hearts heavy? Is the time come to refresh the tree of liberty? One more time let me read this... Absolutely. It does say my blood. Oh precious God. Forgive us where we failed you and allowed Your blessings to be hurled back at you as to blend with the politically correct. Is not the blood of the patriot the same manure as the blood of the tyrant? What am I precious Lord? Patriot or tyrant? I too have taken of the forbidden fruit as I sinned against you and remained silent as did others. I recognize the discontent of my heart. And as I take my stand and if my blood will spill, it matters not my blood was patriot or tyrant. Both together nourish the tree of liberty. Correct us in Your wisdom of which we cannot understand.
Johnny Fatheree: So eloquently put.
Posted January 13 from my home.
It is snowing in Jasper, Arkansas according to the weather on my Iphone. Of all the places I've visited, I love that part of Arkansas the best. Down some long winding dirt road to a small cabin with a big porch and great view with the only sounds of man the crack of a distant gunshot, a passing airplane at altitude or a visiting vehicle coming down my private road to see me. Sitting on a front porch with 23 degree weather, bundled up in a warm blanket watching the snow fall, I wonder where my mind would take me?? I will never forget the dreams I have.
Posted January 15 from my IPhone
Posted January 16 at 0145 am from home
Posted January 20 at 0630 hrs from Slidell, LA
A friend of mine that shares similar political views with me posted this morning that burning bridges takes to long, that he prefers explosives! As I sit here in the morning clutter of man made noises at my river, I actually realize that I am sitting yet mere feet from a once strong yet imploded bridge that spanned my favorite river decades before my low growling draw bridge was constructed! Yet, here I sit at the base of that destroyed bridge staring into the mesmerizing waters that I cannot cross any longer. She is running rapidly this morning. Telling me her world is exactly as it was decades ago as people exercise under my giant flag that stands where the gentle rise to the "other side" began when that bridge existed? Over there on that other side is a beautifully constructed A-frame river view where the bridge descended. Rapidly, my river moves this morning as my Mockingbird embraces my fragile mood and from her surface I kneel down and discover a new word in my life. Neuropathy. Welcome the numbing effects of diabetes to the bottom of my feet and toes. So as I sit here disecting my morning in thought, she speaks softly to me saying, my lesson is simple. I run swiftly to remind you the winter of your life does not allow for error so careful yourself and as you sit at the base of this once strong bridge, know that maybe it was was exploded to protect you from what might exist on the other side. And I think back 10,000 years and wonder how I got here.
Posted June 20 from my River.
Strange sitting here at my river watching the sunset of the summer solstice. Jupiter is a distinct planet in the fading light of the western sky and the east sky is strangely dark. So unlike my morning visits, I am listening to the insects claim their night as roosting sparrows across my river say their good night in loud chatter before artificial lighting comforts them through the swaying of the branches that protect them. It is comforting to sit on the side of my motorcycle while a soft, cool breeze comforts me from what was this hemispheres longest day accompanied by oppressive humidity. It is dark now, and urban lighting make my rivers surface glisten. She isn't speaking to me tonight. Probably doesn't even know I'm here. I have had difficulty the last few days understanding who I am and what is happening. Guess maybe my GPS is re-calculating. I do wish whatever transition I am experiencing would hurry as I am beginning to not like myself. Well, the sun allows my side of the world to cool as the clock of life skims by like the motorboat passing me on the river headed to the boat ramp. My insects are not as loud as the were when I first arrived because they have found me to feast upon. I still sit here in... Well, in what? I just need to shut the hell up and let my mind finish what it started. After all, tomorrow won't last as long as today did so surely there will be less stress??? And the six month slide to the winter solstice begins. Hope I am there.
Posted June 21 from my River
I eventually drove down Joe White road to go and see the Black Bayou boat dock my dad took me to some 50 years plus years ago as a child. After passing home after home worth hundreds of thousands of dollars, I came to a dead end road and encountered locked gates. It was somewhere close by that Oliver's boat dock use to exist. Now there is nothing but fields? I was told while talking to a friend on the telephone that you can get to black bayou off 165 so I said, why not. To my surprise I find it is now a National Wildlife Refuge. I made my way into the refuge on an asphalt trail that eventually turned into a raised wooden walkway. There was a small cabin at the end of the walk way and I walked in. I found myself sitting in a photo blind listening to the sound of nature void of man made clutter! Peaceful. So unlike my River back home. Cumulus clouds were built up all around and helped keep the temperature down. So far, the only wildlife I see are a couple of wading Egrets. I actually got lost in my own thoughts as I sat there alone. Awesome.
Then I have a wonderful lunch with a couple of great friends, Sandi and Leona at Coney Island in West Monroe... That pretty much wrapped up 2013's fourth of July weekend. My goodness how it improved from last year!
Posted 6 July late pm from my home
Sitting here in front of my old barn where I stored my landscape equipment. My old Kubota tractor occupies the same ole spot along with the accompanying implements I used and exchanged regularly to accomplish different task. There are fallen limbs from storms past, that are still resting on the rusting tin roof and that nostalgic look that stirred memories past is now interrupted by a pink Barbie car, little boy bicycles, barbeque pit and tool boxes. To my immediate left is a brand new double wide trailer sitting where one of my green houses once stood. Just inside the sliding glass door is my 18 month old granddaughter Gabby, with both hands against the glass adding the first of soon to be millions of fingerprints to the glassy surface as she wonders what Poppy is up to. Wasn't it just yesterday I applauded her arrival as she slipped effortlessly from her mothers womb? Many of you saw that video I posted. Some of you, many times. So as I sit patiently in my van waiting for my son-in-law to come assist me, I look up and take in an even distant memory. My own dad's electric recliner that has been in my home since he passed in '96. His recliner, sitting on my old lawn trailer, waiting to be passed on to another generation and newer home, along with my old barn that still holds my generations labor. transitions before my eyes at time never slows. Katie, my four year old granddaughter appears and watches me through the same sliding glass door and wonders why there are tears in my eyes. A piece of furniture used for a season to be passed on to another generation? I do wonder how I will be remembered. Don't we all at some point?
Posted July 13, from what was once known as my nursery & landscape business...
When your day begins at the side of deep clear water and the sounds of the waking world stimulates your senses, one can't help but sigh at the foolish nonsense that plagues society. We reep what we sow, the Word tells us, and we watch it play out before us and wonder why? My river is calm and peaceful and a cool breeze comforts my soul. As my mockingbird sings to me I think back and can hardly see the past but I know it is there. Thank you God for the peace in my heart and I ask you to comfort the hearts of all of my friends with your peace, the one that passes all understanding. That is the peace my river speaks to me of this morning. One almost unknown to mankind as we exist today.
Posted July 16 from my River
Are there times when you find yourself sitting in your most favorite place in the world and it is just as beautiful as it ever was, yet nothing moves in your heart and soul. You just sit there as I did this morning at my river in my own thoughts. A fisherman below me in his boat, pulls a small Bass from the water and as I anticipate his tossing it back into the depths, I am surprised that he actually slips it into his ice chest. Now that is what I call frozen in time. A friend I went to high school with, reminded me in a comment to my July 13 post, that "Along life's pathways there are moments in time, when time stands still. They are called memories." How true! There was a time toward the end of the fall of my life that I was full of life. Anticipated tomorrow with a passion as it seemed I had something to look forward to. Always entertained those frozen in time "snapshots" and how I could put them into a short story. "What happened," I ask myself on mornings like today realizing yet another season has faded almost completely in my rear view mirror. Seems I have no desire to engage life with a passion I once had. Kinda like the engine in my old corvette. I'm not always hitting on all 8 cylinders, yet I still function as what I am. I want my old grey and black corvette functioning like she once did, but I know its not possible unless I spend lots of money on her that I could be putting into that new to me, yet used Mercedes that continues to tempt me. Yet I hate to pass her on to others that might abuse her and just use what parts she generously gives up until there is nothing left but a shell. But goodness, those memories we shared will forever be 'frozen in time' as I remember the fun we had together... Think i'll just patch her up and continue to enjoy what she still has to offer? Maybe then, if I take the hard top off, I can once again melt into her and find some of that "energy" I once had to sit down and put a couple of more short stories together... Oh, and i'm fine. Just seem to have lost my focus over the last year or so. How I love the encouragement of my friends! Happy Birthday, Paige... I love you, baby...
After everything was said and done to this post of yesterday, I felt compelled to include the comments of my friends. I was not in a depressed state as much as it may have seemed. Some of my closer friends recognized my moment yesterday and some missed it completely. What was consistent was the thread of concern. This is the re-enforcement I receive from friends near and far...
Carolyn Winstead Gresham: I wouldn't say you are ready to be sold as spare parts yet. And You have the perfect "top down" hairdo.
Eugene Stamper: Every day is a Blessing, I know you realize that...sometimes our mind plays on us but the heart knows from within
Martha Musick Gibson: Rod, keep up the good fight! Try some new things -- refuse to get old!!!!
Sharon H Angell: Every day is a blessing, but it is tough learning to age with dignity when your mind still feels young and your body isn't anymore. We feel your pain, bro. You are putting into words what a lot of people don't know how to express. I really believe it is a more difficult journey for men in this season of their life, than women. At least that is what I have observed with Tom.
Martha Musick Gibson: I think you're right, Sharon. It is harder for men. Part of aging with dignity is getting out there and trying new things, do some things you've always wanted to try, but never got around to --- and don't allow ourselves to "get old."
Carolyn Winstead Gresham: This isn't a commandment but maybe should be. "Thou shalt not over-analyze life." But let's look at life from your parameters: Each Season of life divided into 20 year segments, starting with Spring and ending with Winter. Life over around 80. Clearly defined. Now let's look at Nature. Seasons are defined by specific months of the year. Spring is March, April, and May. Summer - June, July, and August. Fall - September, October, November. Winter - December, January, and February. Yet the 1st day of Spring was March 20th and the 1st day of Summer was June 21st. I have seen it snow in April here in Louisiana. Seasons and seasonal conditions are fluid and can run into each other. We have had Spring mornings this very Summer. The reality of life for each of us is that everyday we live brings us one day closer to our last. NONE of us know when that last day is. Truth is we have all probably come closer to death at times than we realize. Some of us closer than others and realize it, but younger people than you and me die everyday. You aren't dead yet. There is plenty of life for you to live and that you must embrace. There may even be a few Fall days left. You never know. Your words and your humor definitely enrich the lives of many, mine included.
Martha Musick Gibson: Rod, we all love you! Btw, I love your laugh -- keep laughing!
Sandi Shannon Woods: Is he being sad again ??? Rid rod don't make me come down there and whoop some &@$ !!! now aren't you glad you have the one friend who does not buy into this !!! U just need Friday to get here !!!! LUVS U MORE THAN MY LUGGAGE !!!! And we all know how much I love that stuff !!! all kidding aside .. Winter of our lives ... Enjoy every sec.. I gonna skid into home base myself
Don Crawford: You reminded me of a quote from my favorite book of the many, many that I read. “A man who tells secrets or stories must think of who is hearing or reading, for a story has as many versions as it has readers. Everyone takes what he wants or can from it and thus changes it to his measure. Some pick out parts and reject the rest, some strain the story through their mesh of prejudice, some paint it with their own delight. A story must have some points of contact with the reader to make him feel at home in it. Only then can he accept wonders.” ― John Steinbeck, The Winter of Our Discontent
Sandi Shannon Woods: Great book Don, one of my favorites too.
Lydia Hernandez Blades: Hey Rod Man!! You say you have lost your focus this last year or so...then RE-FOCUS,my friend. If you are looking to the past...smile if it was a great memory...if it wasn't Thank God it is in the PAST!! If you want something to look forward to...Tomorrow is not promised but God does promise you a future while you are still here...a plan to prosper you and give you hope...Now that right there is something to look forward to....otherwise..FOCUS ON TODAY!! God has given you TODAY !! Thank Him for it!! He has given you bunches of friends who all love ya...your darling grand kids love ya...and Today could turn into one of those days you look back on and smile!! ENJOY THE PRESENT MY FRIEND...IT IS A GIFT !!
Don Crawford: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9uqKWeENVDg&feature=share
Bobby Blue Bland - Years Of Tears
Don Crawford: Rod...You've got "Years of Tears to Go". Take a moment to watch the video and listen to the lyrics...it fits.
Rod Ferguson: I must read Steinbeck's book. The Winter of our discontent??? And I really don't mind tears, Don. For some reason they cleanse my soul and help me focus... Thanks all of you. I'm really alright...
Karen Gauthier: Boo, you're just in the valley right now, that's what i call it.... it's my "dead zone" and i think for some odd reason we all must suffer thru it.... I guess so we know what really being on the mountain top is all about.... Thinking of you Rod.....
Karen Gauthier: btw.... i LOVE the blues.... and that Bobby Blue Bland song was great!!!!!
Posted 18 July from my River.
As the sun starts her slide below the western horizon on this Saturday, the 20th of July, it almost seems as if she has given me an almost full moon to rest my tired eyes and seemingly low voltage mind upon. This is a most peaceful afternoon as I sit on my patio unwinding from a productive day. My first concealed carry class with my friend, Lee, came off very well but has left me mentally drained and just plain ole tired for some strange reason! The heat of the day has yielded to a comfortable micro-climate of teasing breezes, insect tones of the non-harmonious variety along with the soothing afternoon teasing of my mockingbird's song. As the afternoon fades into dusk, that beautiful moon becomes brighter in my east south eastern sky. The blue sky is replaced by an almond colored moon and I go back... Well. It doesn't really matter. From behind the limbs of a young willow oak, the man in the moon winks at me reminding me how far I've come. The final "chucks" from my favorite bird and I close my eyes and remember anyway. Could it have been any better than this?
Posted July 20th from my Patio
Just how many friends do each of us collectively have in our facebook friend list? From those friends spring fourth other friends of friends we don't even know. From my friends alone there are probably twice that many that are not even facebook friends, yet friends still the same. Add to that, family, neighbors and church acquaintances, those numbers could exceed 500 to maybe a thousand or more, depending upon the weakness of your personality. Yes? As with any substantiation of fact as to how many vs how few friends actually existing in our world of friends, only a handful r-e-a-l-l-y matter. Those are the significant others that accept you unconditionally, despite your weaknesses, faults, arrogant behaviors, etc... that actually miss you when you are 'silent' in their life for short periods of time. Then there are those that are silent you will never forget. And yes, that might include one or so that might occasionally eat your face off for what ever reason, yet are right back in your heart the very next day wondering if you forgive them. I have one of those crazy friends. Scared from the 60's I think. I really do like her! In my own special way, I actually love her. She knows everything about me I want others to know, and what she does not know about me is a secret between only God and myself. Friends like that are few and far between. I know this because I feel that in my heart about her. I've even mentioned her in my blog way back when and for some reason started to just aggravate her by ignoring her special day just to incite a reaction from her! Oh yeah, that would have been fun, but I really don't have the time to try and overcome that face eating, as it would eventually become. So as the third year of her seventh decade spins toward the end of the first of the 365 days until the next one, I wish for my friend, Sandi Shannon Woods the happiest of days that extend beyond the end of life as we know it. To me she has been the best a friend could ask for and my hope is that I can be the same kind of friend to her in return. And I said all of that with out even saying Happy Birthday. Well dang! Almost... It just has to come out, doesn't it? Love you, girl!
Posted 24 July from my office
Well, this morning was an all time first. I am sitting by my river enjoying the awakening sounds of the morning around me when I notice a skunk trotting rapidly toward My parked vehicle. Hustling along in a rapid trot, she was moving too fast for me to take a picture and for some reason I felt compelled to NOT suddenly jump from my car and attempt taking pictures. Another first time surprise from my river. She is so kind to me when she distracts me from myself. Good morning Facebook friends and family. A stupid skunk. Why a skunk? Could it not have been a raccoon, armadillo, squirrel or even a rabbit? Here I go again. Sitting at my desk with my face in my hands listening to Gordon Lightfoot sing Carefree Highway on Pandora as my mind retraces memories of years gone by. Yup. memories are moments frozen in time. Should I get that tattoo? Molon Labe?
Posted July 25 from my River
Sometimes I just sit in humble silence wondering just why I seem to have lost my focus. My drive to smile and exist in harmony with my environment or to even put into words a memory of my past in simple short story form has fled into the recesses of gray matter not understood by me. I have countless friends that are at my finger tips yet there is that undefined void that still cries out as tinnitus in my silent mind as I pass through any given day with tunnel vision as if I am wearing blinders? Seems like there are soul ties from seasons past I need to give to God Himself? If and when I am able to put all of this together, I am sure it will be an entertaining work of non-fiction, if I have time remaining, to put it into words. There may come a time when you want to cry out to your past and ask forgiveness for your trespasses, yet the heartbeat of time reveals the heartbeat of the one you seek may no longer resonate in your existing world.
Posted July 30
It was just yesterday that I sat at the stop sign's intersection of Ball Street with Main, that I encountered something that moved my heart and left me staring in amazed awe. Across the street from me was a blind man walking down the side walk with his white cane tapping the concrete before him. I watched. The back and fourth movement of the guide rod as he followed every contour of his intended path as he confidently stepped in the very area explored by the tip of his cane. Feelings "passed" to him through this "seeing cane" into his hand telling his mind to proceed. With each step he recognized the difference between the drop off of a curb or the gradual sweep of the adjoining drive ways pooling with Main street. No reflective clothing, accompanying seeing eye dog or human partner. Just he and he alone with his white cane and what ever thoughts present in his functioning mind drove him to his destination undeterred by his handicap perceived only by me! It took me back years, as I recalled a question I asked a blind woman who had lost her sight to a car accident. I was a police officer in Jackson, MS in 1978 and I was taking her to the Annie McBride Center for the blind, after she had given her testimony at our church. I asked her how she dealt with her handicap. I remember her smile as she responded, "Being blind to me now is a small inconvenience." As we arrived at her destination, I asked if she would like me to walk her to the door, and she politely declined my request. She left the car and extended her white cane, and moved just like the gentleman I was watching, confidently with each step directly where the sweeping tip of her cane had just past. I was experiencing the same feelings watching this man move toward my river as I did 35 years ago as this woman disappeared into the massive doors of the institution that was now her home. Awed amazement. I started to following him to see where he was going and how he would navigate crossing roadways and the narrow walk span of my draw bridge if he crossed over my river. I left him to his own. However his blindness found itself to exist in his world did not matter to him. He was doing exactly what he intended to do in that moment, obviously intent on getting to where desired to go. As his white cane revealed his next step, I released the brakes on my white Crown Vic, turned left and accelerated in the opposite direction to my destination. All was well in my world. Yours?
Posted August 1 from my Office
For the last few mornings, I have arrived at my rivers edge just before daybreak only to feel the same repose over and over. I always wonder the "psychology" of such repetitious dichotomy. This morning is cloudy and a stiff south eastern wind extends my flag to display her full colors as sycamore leaves rustle on the branch because of the lack of rain. As I drove up, the Robert Frost poem I love so much returned yet again in my mind with a slight twist. My rivers lovely, dark and deep, but I have promises to keep; and miles to go before I sleep, and miles to go before I sleep. And my mockingbird was not heard this morning?
Posted August 7 at my river
What is in a wife! Well, let me see if I can spend a moment or two here. It is someone that knows all of your weaknesses and ignores your strengths, unless she needs something moved. She is someone who takes care of my every need except personal hygiene. She leaves that up to me, so maybe a quick heart attack is in order down the line if long term care on her part becomes a factor. Most of all "the wife" is there to keep us aging men "in line" when we cross that ego boundary we only dare approach when in their company. Yes, we all do it, and everyone of you reading this knows this all too well. I stepped out of the shower just recently and as I stepped in front of the mirror I flexed my muscles, sucked in my stomach and slapped myself across the chest just above my insulin injection bruise and said, "Linda your a lucky woman! I'm bald headed, carry a pistol, shot three people, me being one of them, have a tattoo and I ride a motorcycle! Baby, you're married to one bad dude!" She casually replied, "Baby, the tattoo is fake and you ride a gold wing!" I'm still contemplating suicide!
Posted August 12 from my most humble abode...
Fields of Gold... I simply find this song amazing. Why does this one song reflect so favorably in my psych despite its propensity to incline my mindset toward the melancholy side? I simply love it.