Most of the daily journal has been written by Sandi, but today she told me to have at it. It's Groundhog Day. The big rodent saw his shadow, and the local weatherman just announced that tomorrow will be rainy and cold - the worst winter day here so far. How thrilling.
It is also number two son, Mark's 42nd birthday. However, Mark announced he was doing the Jack Benny thing, and remaining at age 39. But he confessed he had no idea who that famous comedian was. Wow, am I old!
I drove to nearby Aransas Pass to the Portobello Village RV Resort to take part in a meeting of the Coastal Bend Woodcarvers. About one fourth of their members are permanent residents of the area and the rest are "snow birds". There were fifty present for the gathering, and it appeared each was engaged in a different carving or woodburning endeavor.
I carved on a stylized deer which was a project our Golden Spread Woodcarver club is working on this month. The fellow sitting to my left at this club was from Bemidji, Minnesota and was carving a quaint house scene in a thick piece of cottonwood bark. The gentleman seated across from me was from Michigan, and carving from basswood a large canoe with a hunter, his gear, and a large set of moose antlers. It was a fun gathering as I visited with folks from all over the mid-section of America, sharing this common interest in art.
Towards the end of the meeting, we had an incident when one of the carvers seemed to be experiencing chest pain and shortness of breath. Three or four of the group acted quickly, one calling 911 while another secured aspirin for him to chew and continued to attend him until the EMS arrived, checked him, and transported him from the meeting hall for further treatment.
A sobering end to a good morning. I checked my pocket for my nitroglycerin and headed back to our motor home in a grateful mood.
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