Any Day is a Good Day If You Have Your Motorcycle Under Ya!
I returned today from the doctor with my mother. It’s her Internal Med. Doctor… the one who co-ordinates the rest of the specialists in my mom’s life. This Doctor is the hub of Mom’s health care…and she’s a really nice, caring doctor. I enjoy seeing this one with mom.
Today however, we got some bad news. The pain and weakness Mom has been experiencing in her legs and lower back are from her discs compressing. Nothing to be done about it, Mom’s pre-existing medical conditions preclude ANY kind of surgery…not that I would allow her to go under the knife with her back…I’m sorry…but I don’t think the back is somewhere knives belong…they just don’t know enough.
So that means, when Mom is feeling really bad and needs to be somewhere…I will be there to be the driver…more than ever now…well…it’s why I came here to TN. and it will serve me well to remember that.
I woke up this morning to gray skies…by the time Mom and I got home around 11:45…the skies had blued up and sunshine was paid out for us common folk around here…nice to see. I didn’t get done at home until 12:30…by that time it was clouding up again…I don’t care…I have to get out and ride.
I climb into my chaps…pack my leather jacket into my “Bandit’s Bedroll” and head off to see Jeff at Kyrstal’s. I tell him I’m heading out for a few hours, most likely heading south west toward Pigeon Forge, I was hoping to catch up with Judy…a fellow blogger from the GA. Area I believe.
She was there for a morning meeting and a nice ride over the weekend back home. I missed her, and I didn’t get much farther than Greeneville again. It was already getting late by the time I hit Greeneville…so I turned down some roads in that area I hadn’t been down before…and it was grand. By the way…by this time, I had ridden in and out of some pretty cold rains…but I was to see even more on the long way home tour…
Time to see what’s up around here my friends…love these days of cool rains, (no, I don’t have a rain suit…) Come see what I saw today.
This is an old train station…in Chucky TN. I’m laughing…never would have thought Chucky would have a town named after him! (He don’t but I need to find out more about why it’s called “Chucky”.)
You think this barn matches my bike?
An old bank in Chucky… I’m still giggling over that name!