Yesterday, I drove twelve miles to an eye appointment that didn’t exist. I was so anxious about getting my left eye laser-treated that I made a stupid mistake. It was strange that the receptionist kept asking me for more information. Eventually, she looked up at me, somewhat sad-eyed, and said, “Your appointment is tomorrow, not today.”
I was in shock! How could I let that happen? I looked at the calendar on my phone, and sure enough, it was showing the 17th, not the 16th. When I arrived home, I searched for the appointment card, and it verified the 17th as well. I went to my office and sulked. Now, I am in waiting mode again, anxiously waiting to have the cataract removed from the plastic lens implanted twelve years ago.
At the time, I did not notice how much my eyes had been affected by the cataracts. The Doc kept telling me I should have them removed, and I kept ignoring him. Eventually, I agreed and had both eyes done. I was amazed at how much my vision improved. I went around bragging that now, I could see like an eagle.
Lately, the vision in my left eye has been blurry. I tested myself by closing my left eye when reading and could see distinctive sharp lettering. When I closed my right eye, all I could see with the left was a blurry melt of print. Being a Lion, and being that the Lion’s long-standing priority has been dedicated to vision, I feel it is my duty to get my eye fixed.
Yesterday, the Frankfort Lions Club held the yearly Wurst Fest, and I want to thank all of my friends who came. The Wurst is a fun time to raise money for the club charities account. We cannot help the community without funds, and it is your generosity that keeps our momentum going. The Lions International by-laws stipulate that all monies derived from the public must be returned to the public. The Frankfort Lions faithfully keep that resolution, whether it is for street signs, a village snow plow, or food pantry support it comes from your donations; thank you. At the same time, if we want to treat the members to dinner, or to have fun, we pay for it out of pocket. Mostly we have internal fund raisers which we keep separate from the charities.
I managed to hold the line on the quantity of alcohol I imbibed so I am not tired today. As I write this I am thinking of how many house in the house details remain unfinished. My list of baby steps will aid me in getting things done.
My project this summer was to build a house inside my house by converting the totally unoccupied basement into a living space. I finished on time and the move-in took place. Now when I visit my shop I take a path through three rooms laden with furniture. I still have a few more tasks to complete before the space is completely finished. I need a new light switch, two more electrical outlets, and a closet ceiling light to install. As that is being worked on I will be filling open spaces between my shop and the new living space to stop dust from covering everything; about two months at the rate I am going.
My shop is a very well defined space, and it now has everything that doesn’t belong in a clean living space stuffed into every corner and in between the machines. I think the task of cleaning and organizing my shop will entail more work than the entire house in house project did. In the meantime, none of my art projects are being worked on. Such is life, and when change comes it sometimes becomes nerve racking and calamitous.
This evening I will attend my Lions Club yearly fund raiser dubbed the “Wurst Fest.” The past two years I avoided the crowds to steer clear of Covid, but this year Covid be damned. I need a night out drinking beer while eating bratwurst and kraut with my friends. Maybe I’ll build up enough steam to dance to the ooompa music too.
It must be the barometric pressure that is affecting me again today. My sorry butt has been dragging behind me since getting out of bed this morning. The sky is grey, it is threatening to rain, but it isn’t raining, but it did drizzle a bit. Whatever it is, by noon I was asleep on the couch pretending to read. One would think I got out of bed by six in the morning, but it wasn’t until 8:30 that it finally happened. Three and a half hours later I’m sleeping like I had shoveled a truck load of coal yesterday.
Funk Depression
Actually, last evening I spent a lovely hour on the phone with a young lady from our Lions club. She had just given notice that she and her son were leaving the club, and I had to know why. I found out more than I needed to know to answer my question. It wasn’t because of our failing as a club. Her son just turned twenty-four, and is having acute medical problems which was caused by his birth. He was born three months early and had a very rough time making it into this life. The medical effect was to put him on a drug that would take its toll on his kidneys at a later time in life. It is now that time. That puts him at great risk with the virus too. His choice was to accept life over a service club that puts him at risk of death with every activity he helps. We need direct contact with people in order to serve them. In fact, as Past President of the club I am going wild trying to find a way that we can serve without direct contact.
Because this is a pandemic, every Lions club in the world is affected the same way. What do we do? How do we do it? Those are the questions we wrestle with. Do we wait until the world is rock solid secure that COVID-19 will not affect us anymore? That might be twenty years from now.
Many clubs are having virtual fund raising activities. One in particular struck me as being novel, i.e. a virtual Five K run. No, you don’t imagine running five kilometers, you actually run the distance and report your time to the race officials online. They match your time against all the participants and award the prize to the fastest runner. It isn’t just the same as having a hundred runners show up at one place, register, and who then take off with the gun and fifteen minutes later show up again sweaty and pooped. It just isn’t the same, but people might just take the bait because it is different. The trick is to have a worthy cause to be raising money for.
This year, I will serve as our Club Service Chair which means I will have to stimulate people to find projects to work on. Most times we wait for the projects to come to us, but that leaves huge gaps between service. With lots of members who join to “give back” we need to offer them many opportunities to fulfill their needs. It will be my game to root out the opportunities. COVID has ruined several of our popular events in the Village. To date the Blue Grass Festival is cancelled, the Art on the Green is cancelled, Thursday night car shows are cancelled, and on and on. All of these events have deferred til next year. But, what if next year COVID-19 is still here in force? Do we go back into hiding, or do we begin taking chances with catching the damn bug and fighting back? My guess is that we will not hunker down again, but will fight it off.
Watching the country burn during this rash of riots caused by one man’s brutality against another’s will no doubt cause a spike in COVID. None of the rioters have paid much attention to social distancing, and wearing masks. At this moment I would not want to be in President Trump’s position. He upset the country by closing down and making us all hurt, and now he has to wave a big stick at us to end rioting.
To me the biggest joke is the organizers who really thought they could get away with storming the White House, and are now shouting that Trump is violating their civil rights. If I were president I would have had the entire riot force shot, and their bodies piled on the lawn in front of the White House while I would have stood on the pile brandishing my AK 47 in one hand and the American Flag in the other. That is only one of the many reasons I am not a politician.
Lion Grumpa Joe is throwing a big party this Thursday evening 28 August 2014, for anyone 21 years old or older between 6:30 and 11:00 p.m. at Oak and Kansas Street in Historic Frankfort, Illinois. I’m calling it the Best Wurst Fest ever! You are all invited. Admission is by invitation only, and an invitation is a mere twenty dollars. The sawbuck gets you a chance to win a 10,000 dollar jackpot and gets two people into the party. Oh, I almost forgot, if you wait until Thursday night to buy a ticket at the door the invitation fee goes to twenty-five bucks. If you aren’t a party person, you can still buy the ticket to get a chance to win the jackpot because you don’t have to be there to win. Isn’t that a great idea, or what?
The food offered will be genuine German bratwurst sandwiches, with what else but sour kraut? If you are not hungry, and still wish to fill your need for salt, we offer authentic German twisted bread sticks lovingly called pretzels. Wash it all down with some fantastic imported German Warsteiner Pilsen beer. It is the rich creamy kind with a thick tall head like they pour in Munich, Heidelberg and Frankfurt during October Fest. If you can’t stand bratwurst, pretzels, or beer, I’ll have pizza, and soft drinks. If you can’t stand eating, I asked the famous Peter from the Bier Stube restaurant to entertain you while we wait for Die Musikmeisters Band to play oom-pah songs so we can all do the German Polka and Chicken Dance the night away.
I guarantee your friends will ask you on Friday morning if you had a good time last night because you will look like you have a package on.
Click the button below to get your admittance to the party, I added a $1.00 service fee so the entire sawbuck goes to charity.
Your ticket will be at Will Call in the Lions Wurst Fest Beer Tent ticket booth on Thursday night 28 August 2014. Please bring a printout of your PayPal receipt and a picture i.d. to verify your age and donation.
Remember, my invitation goes to everyone including your friends, relatives, neighbors, or the guy you sit next to on the train coming home from work, and the beauty of it is that one ticket gets two people through the gate, now is that beautiful or what?
