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I try to take one day at a time, but sometimes
\nseveral days attack me at once. <\/p>\n

—Jennifer Yane
\n______________________________________<\/p>\n

I\u2019ve been wound way too tight these last few weeks. Not that I’m a nervous guy. Not so you’d notice. But there was lots of tension. From various sources. <\/p>\n

Writing last week\u2019s post was enormously stressful. I fussed and fretted. Spent night after night at the computer. Working on what seemed about a hundred rewrites. Just the right word for this description, the right term for that. Friday finally rolled around, and it was time. So I breathed deep and hit the \u201cPublish\u201d link. It was done. Out there, for the world to read. And to excoriate or cheer, or shrug indifferently. <\/p>\n

All I wanted then was to unwind for a few days. Relax. Rest. Rejuvenate. <\/p>\n

But it couldn\u2019t be that easy. Not that simple. Never is. Exactly ninety minutes after posting, I received the message that my uncle Abner Wagler (Dad\u2019s older brother) had passed away. In Aylmer. I had always planned on attending his funeral. He was a fairly important character in my childhood world. <\/p>\n

And that\u2019s how it went. Publish the last Elmo Stoll blog, which included a few good solid whacks at Aylmer, and then attend a funeral there four days later. The stars were misaligned, I guess. Should have waited. To post, I mean. Death waits on no one. Including my uncle. Or the timing of my posts. Ah, well. I can\u2019t unpost a blog, without flat-out deleting it. So I took comfort in Pontius Pilate\u2019s succinct little creed. What is written is written. And left it at that.<\/p>\n

My brother Steve and I attended the funeral, leaving Monday in Big Blue, then returning immediately after the service on Tuesday. Five hundred miles each way. Eighteen hours on the road. Eighteen hours in Aylmer. Into the bear\u2019s den, and right out again. Lots of adventures. Mostly good. More funeral details next week. <\/p>\n

Last week\u2019s post was the longest ever. This week\u2019s will be one of the shortest. Balance, and all. At least, that\u2019s the official excuse. Truth is, what with the Super Bowl, then the funeral, I couldn\u2019t even get started writing until Wednesday night. I usually start the next week\u2019s post on Saturday or Sunday night. <\/p>\n

And so, a bit of housekeeping. And some observations.<\/p>\n

Last week my total hit count quietly passed the one hundred thousand mark. One hundred thousand hits. In 96 weeks. Not a lot, by some standards. But, compared to others, huge. During the first year, I averaged from 750 to 1000 hits per week. The numbers held steady, but didn\u2019t increase much. Except for one or two particularly brooding posts, when they would spike up a bit. <\/p>\n

I\u2019ve always figured if I keep writing halfway decent stuff, the numbers will increase as the word gets out. That\u2019s been my philosophy. New readers will come, as others drift away. A few links appeared. Then Amish America<\/a> linked. Listed my site on his blog roll. The hits spiked up. And have held well since. <\/p>\n

Guess I should send the Amish America guy a case of good wine or something. <\/p>\n

Last week\u2019s Elmo post got the record number of hits in one week. Around 2300. Everyone who knew someone who knew someone in the Communities must have spread the word. Through whatever communication pipelines those people maintain. And they emerged from the woodwork and came and read. Some of them probably won\u2019t be back, although they are most welcome. <\/p>\n

I think the Elmo posts were pretty well balanced. Not that I\u2019m biased or anything. A bit harsh in spots, but honest overall. I received one virulent private email from a guy who detested the spirit of my writings. Whatever that means. Also a lackadaisical observation from Ohio that I wasn\u2019t nearly hard enough on Elmo. From that, I figured I\u2019d probably done OK. When you get lambasted from both extremes, you know you\u2019ve hit the center. <\/p>\n

A belated update on Anne Marie. She has been doing quite well. I haven\u2019t mentioned anything about her condition lately. Her parents, who had come for the brain tumor operation back in December, left about two weeks ago for their home in British Columbia, Canada. Fine, good people. I\u2019ve gotten close to them.<\/p>\n

Anne Marie has been on a stringent natural diet since the operation. Currently she is taking absolutely no pharmaceutical drugs. She looks great and has tremendous energy. <\/p>\n

About two weeks ago, with Ellen\u2019s help, she finally got that appointment at Johns Hopkins in Baltimore. There, they met with a cancer specialist. He reviewed her files and will receive copies of her next MRI scan. He was astounded at how good she looked, considering she was taking no drugs of any kind. He told her to keep on doing whatever she was doing.<\/p>\n

After he and a team of doctors review her next scan, they will design a treatment program for her that may include some radiation. At this point, that\u2019s still an unknown. Paul and Anne Marie were greatly encouraged by their trip and the doctor\u2019s analysis. <\/p>\n

The incessant winter drags on. It\u2019s only early February, and I\u2019m sick to death of all the cold and snow. Seems like every other day we get more snow. Deep freeze every-where. It sure has slowed things at work. Not much going on. At least I hope it\u2019s the cold weather and not the economy alone.<\/p>\n

For the first time in its history, Graber Supply laid off a few workers this week. Great guys. My friends. It\u2019s tough to absorb. For those laid off and for those who remain. Certainly increased the week’s stressors. Dramatically.<\/p>\n

And now, the Super Bowl. Wow, is all I can say. It was a fantastic game with a hair- raising finish. Only one huge problem. The wrong team won. <\/p>\n

My usual guests, my brother Steve and Paul Zook, arrived and watched the game with me. This year, Paul\u2019s nine-year-old son Cody, entered the hallowed halls of football manhood and came along to watch with his Dad. He picked the Steelers to win. <\/p>\n

They almost didn\u2019t. Heavily favored, they let the game slip away until Big Ben rode to the rescue. The refs did a decent job, the only really atrocious call was a personal foul against the Cards for hitting Big Ben late. They didn\u2019t. The refs threw a few \u201cmakeup\u201d flags against the Steelers later to even things out a bit. <\/p>\n

I was irritated at the announcers. The whole game it was the Steelers this, the Steelers that. As if the Cards didn\u2019t have a chance. They quieted a little after the Cards took the lead with less than three minutes to play. <\/p>\n

Big Ben will enter football lore as the guy who can. Who, even though his stats weren\u2019t that great, marched his team down the field when the chips were down. And got it done. That final touchdown was a beautiful thing, even though I almost suffered a stroke when it happened. When not on the field, Big Ben stood grimly on the side lines, focused, unsmiling. Unlike another quarterback who always seems to smile, whether winning or losing. That would be McNabb. And there\u2019s the difference. Smile and lose. Look grim, stay focused, and win. <\/p>\n

Of course, I was cheering and rooting wildly for the underdog Cardinals and Kurt Warner. They came to play. And they almost pulled it off, with those two forth quarter touchdowns to Fitzgerald. But after they took their first lead of the game, I had that awful sinking feeling that it wasn\u2019t going to be enough. And it wasn\u2019t. A fine classy group of guys, who gained a lot of respect, even though they suffered that heart-breaking last minute loss. <\/p>\n

The interception just before the half, with that 100 yard rumble for a touchdown, is really what did the Cards in. Had it just been an interception, they could have absorbed it. But not a touchdown the other way. A fourteen point swing, just like that. Longest run in Super Bowl history, pulled off by a lumbering linebacker. Incredible. <\/p>\n

I was so tense by the game\u2019s end that I could hardly get to sleep. And I didn\u2019t even have any stakes in the game, really. Other than I\u2019d picked the Cards to win by three in our office pool. <\/p>\n

Ah well. Another Super Bowl, another year. Come on, preseason. August seems so far away. <\/p>\n

This week, I plan to unwind a bit. And write about uncle Abner\u2019s funeral.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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