How many times have you gentle readers asked that question in your lifetime? A bunch I betcha. I know for a fact I have most likely more than you have. I’m wondering now as I look out upon a lazy hazy day that has a lot of features like maybe spring is here. Is it? Are we there yet?

I haven’t seen ol’ Robin Red Breast as of yet but am keeping a keen eye out for him. One of my neighbors to the south has seen Mr. Red Breast already.

There are a number of other things that I wonder on occasion if I am there yet.

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Am I as patient as I am ever gonna’ get or is there room for improvement? The editor of this fine paper will testify that I don’t always send her a column that has been proof read by someone who has patience as a virtue. Yep, I have to admit that there are those times that I call after I have sent my column and ask Amiella if she will do this or that to my column to make it appear as if I’m a real journalist. She always bails me out. I recently wrote a column about RFD T.V. and informed you folks that RFD stood for rural farm delivery. It didn’t, as was so apply relayed to me by a somewhat upset reader. He informed me that if I had done my research by going to the RFD website I would know that RFD stood for RURAL FREE DELIVERY! Sorry about misinforming some of you, but apparently I am not there yet.

Am I as “good lookin” as I’m ever gonna’ get? Am I there yet? I figure I was there some 50 years ago and was hoping beyond hope that age would somehow preserve me. You know what? I think it has. I think I’m well preserved. You know, sort of like one of those mummified guys they find over there in Egypt. Well, hopefully not to that degree. I will say this: in the last four years I have lost four of my dearest friends that I looked forward to having phone conversations with almost each and every week. Sad part of that is I am older than all but one. Well, sad for them but not so sad for me. I’m a happy Jack that feels good about what my life is all about in the present. I love working in the emergency room at the hospital on a volunteer basis. I can’t wait for Friday night lights because that’s when my weekend of dancing happens. I have so many wonderful friends and darn pretty dance partners to look forward to.

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I must be there yet when it comes to having fun and taking it one day at a time I reckon life is what you make of it. I will admit that I do struggle from time to time as I reflect on this or that and wonder if I have done my best. Obviously most of us would fit into that category at least some of the time.

Send me some rain if you get more than you need and I will do the same for you.

Stay tuned, check yer cinch on occasion and stand tall for all that you believe to be true. I’ll cy’all, all y’all. ❖