Cutting corners

Do you cut corners? I’m curious, if, like me, you physically cut corners… and pay for it.
For some reason, I never give myself enough leeway. Worse, I’m always in a hurry, meaning my hands, arms and legs take the brunt of it. Whether it’s rounding a corner too tight, reaching into a cabinet too close to the shelf above, or slamming into a table or chair, whatever is in my path, I can’t seem to widen my scope enough to avoid bumping into things and being in constant bruise mode.
As a kid, I used to cut corners too tight riding my bike. Once, while making a sharp turn, the handlebar came back and hit me just below the rib cage. It knocked me out cold. I came to lying in the middle of the street and remember thinking, "If no one is going to help me, I might as well get up and go home!”
A number of years ago I gave myself a black eye closing a cabinet door. Wouldn’t you know it, shortly thereafter I ran into a high school classmate/friend who looked at me very warily, even after I explained what happened.
Not long ago, I was rounding the corner from our hallway into the dining room and slammed my forearm into the corner of the banister, giving myself a bruise plus a huge bump to go along with it.
You’d think I would learn. But, oh no, this self-abuse haunts me! My latest run-in was with a kitchen stool. While pulling out the recycling/trash drawer, I accidentally dropped the piece of paper I was about to throw away. Bending down to retrieve it, WHAM!!! I slammed my forehead into the top back corner of the kitchen stool next to it. Ouch!!
“Well,” I thought to myself, “at least it didn’t break the skin, but I’m sure I’ll have a bruise.” Ha!! Not only did I get a bruise, now I have a permanent dent in my forehead as a reminder!!!
This corner-cutting thing may be inherited from my mom. She was always in a hurry too, and frequently had the bruises to prove it.
Another reason why I believe it could be an inherited trait is a close call between my late oldest brother, Mel, and my youngest brother, Jerry. Mel took curves wide, whereas Jerry turns tight. The result was a near miss, head-on car crash on a fairly sharp curve on Water St. in Eau Claire. It’s one of those family stories that becomes more hilarious every time it is recounted.
For years I hoped I hadn’t passed this corner-cutting gene on to our boys. However, one of Evan’s famous lines is, “I get hurt every day!” And, he does.
It’s safe to say it’s a good thing I don’t hunt, fish or golf like The Outdoors Guy.
I can picture the news now. “We have a report of a crazy woman who knows nothing about hunting, fishing or golf, yet she tried to do all three the same day. She hooked the rear end of her husband's pants instead of a fish, slammed her golf club into the back of her own head while careening her golf cart into a pond. Then, while hunting, she tried to squeeze between a pair of too-close-together trees and shot herself in the foot.”
It’s no wonder I’m a bit of a recluse. I believe it is my responsibility to protect the public’s safety from myself… a self-proclaimed, corner-cutting train wreck!!!


Restored!!!

What’s in a number?
It depends upon what that number stands for.
If we say something is the best, the meaning is clear: It’s #1 in anyone’s book. When we refer to a person’s character as being first-rate, or they are superior at what they do, they’re considered A-#1.
The Outdoors Guy received a #6 rating last week. No, it’s not #1, but it might as well be. It’s a number he’s so very blessed and grateful to have reached because it is his Cancer Antigen 19-9 tumor marker test result. Any number below 35 is within normal range for a patient previously diagnosed with cancer. Bob’s #6 is STELLAR!!! Six months ago it was an eight. His outcome can’t get much better in anyone’s book!!!
Bob is enjoying life to the fullest, taking advantage of the years God has blessed him with since his devastating pancreatic diagnosis nearly four years ago on May 8, 2015. Whether it's hunting, fishing, golfing or just smelling the fresh air, Bob is always smiling.
The Outdoors Guy persevered through 37 of the strongest, most grueling chemotherapy treatments oncologist Dr. Paula Gill of Mayo Clinic-La Crosse campus would allow. Additionally, he endured 25 radiation sessions and surgery by pancreatic surgeon specialist Dr. Mark Trudy at Mayo in Rochester. Yes, the tumor took a hit, but at the same time, Bob’s side effects were relentless. Yet, he beat them back.
We continue to cheer on our Outdoors Guy after a fantastic #6 tumor marker result and as he nears his May 8, four-year survival date!!!   

"And the God of all grace, who called you to his eternal glory in Christ, after you have suffered a little while, will himself restore you and make you strong, firm and steadfast." 1 Peter 5:10.

Standing on their own

Last fall, in preparation for the cold winter ahead, I bought The Outdoors Guy a pair of heavy-duty jeans. Shopping in the concrete jungle is NOT on his radar!!
Cold weather affects him more since he went through chemo treatments for pancreatic cancer. And, he doesn’t always like to wear long underwear.
I didn’t realize how heavy those britches were until I pulled them from the washing machine for the first time. It was like lifting weights!!
Bob appreciates their warmth this winter and the fact that the wind can’t begin to get through their rugged fabric. But, he, too, comments on how hefty they are!
I thought they might soften up after being laundered several times. Ah…NO!!!
So, I started kidding The Outdoors Guy, telling him, “I know if I tried, these trousers could stand on their own!”
“Naw, they’re not THAT tough,” he replied.
“We’ll see,” I said.
Well, they did stand… from the knees up. However, when I tipped them over, they did a waist stand!! They actually stood at attention as if Bobby was doing a head stand!!!
You can see for yourself…
It reminds me of “Stand By Your Man,” the ages-old country western song sung by Tammy Wynette, with a few adjustments to the lyrics.
Stand by your man, give him heavy pants to change into.
They’ll be especially warm to cling to,
when the outdoors is cold and windy.
Stand by your man, and for all the world protect him.
Give him heavy-duty pants that stand.
Stand by your man!!

Similar to Duluth Trading Post’s advertisement for their men's Duluth BullpenTM Stay-Put Pouch Underwear: “Keep your boys where they belong,” The Outdoors Guy’s britches keep the winter weather where it belongs… out in the cold!!!

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Boathouse Bob and Junior

For the past couple of years, Bob has been the "keeper" of the boathouse belonging to one of his best friends, Junior.
It’s the old one-hand-washes-the-other antidote. The Outdoors Guy keeps an eye out for any problems at the boathouse, alerts Junior, and a solution is found. In turn, Bob appreciates fishing privileges from spring through fall.
These longtime friends also enjoy their daily fishing trips to their favorite spots in Junior's boat during the summer months. However, medical issues for both of them have limited their time on the water.
This spring, Junior and Boathouse Bob have been busy bees with their "watchdog" duties. Of course, you know why. FLOODING!!! The high water has kept them swamped attempting to keep the antiquated boathouse afloat and from drifting away.
Thankfully, Junior hired Derrick to do the "grunt work." He also checks the boathouse every day. If there are any problems, Derrick is younger, mobile, stronger and able to handle anything the two 70-plus-year-old guys can’t.
It’s a great relief for Boathouse Bob and Junior, who is awaiting back surgery. Since recovering from an ongoing fight against pancreatic cancer, Bob has been left with a few residual side effects, including a loss of balance from chemotherapy and a stroke on Labor Day Weekend 2017. Bob isn’t as stable as he used to be, especially in a canoe on high water.
Yet, even with high water and duties in store for the "good ol' boys," every day, I see the joy on Boathouse Bob's face when he announces, “I’m going to the boathouse.”
For my part, I have no desire to go to a skanky boathouse where spiders are as big as fried eggs, mean teeth-baring fishers (a member of the weasel family) have been encountered, and snakes and other unsavory wildlife abound.
Consequently, when Bob announces he’s off to the boathouse every day, I smile and remind him to BE CAREFUL!!!
Yet, at the same time I’m thinking…. EEEKKKKK!!! LET. HIM. GO!!!!!

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Out the door!!!!

Do you remember? It was 12 months ago I was tired of my side of the closet bulging at the seams. I was guilty of keeping clothes for years that I no longer wore mainly because I couldn’t make a decision on what to keep or donate.
I visited the website, Hoarders Help. After reading the description of a hoarder, the first two traits struck home: “Indecisiveness and perfectionism.”
I read about a one-year challenge for clothes hoarders. It suggested switching clothing to face the opposite direction they normally do. As an article of clothing is worn and laundered, turn it the regular way again. After one year, whatever remains that has not been worn, and therefore has not been turned to face the usual way, donate those items.
BOOM!!! I was hooked and pledged to take the challenge.  
Wow! Those 365 days flew by in a hurry!!! I could hardly believe it when I pulled out my 2019 calendar. Yup, there was the Post-It attached to January with the reminder staring back at me.
Inspired by the challenge, I did not wait for the one-year deadline before beginning to eliminate a few articles at a time. It was a slow, arduous process, but once into it, I kept at it.
When the Jan. 28th deadline arrived, I leafed through my wardrobe looking for any items still turned in the opposite direction. To my delight, there were only eight turned about-face. YAY!!!
Those eight garments were added to my final donation tally. I am pleased to report Goodwill was the recipient of 42 tops/blouses/sweaters, 4 dresses, 6 blazers/jackets/coats, 8 pairs of slacks/jeans and 5 pairs of shoes.
Although this was MY self-imposed challenge and not The Outdoors Guy’s, at my suggestion, he went through his side of the closet… grumpy and halfheartedly!!! Tee-hee!!! It took him all of 10 minutes!! Still, he donated 28 shirts/sweaters and 3 pairs of slacks. I know he has more clothing hanging around that will never see the light of day, but it’s somewhere between unbelievable and a miracle he sifted through his things in the first place!
To that end, I’m pleased to report there is less clothing filling my space than his!!! Woo-hoo!!!
My enthusiasm spilled over into household goods as well, adding 27 items to the tally.  
When shopping, I have learned to be more discerning and now ask myself, “Do I really need this?” More often than not, the answer is a big, resounding, “NO!!!” The best part? I can walk away and not look back.
If you’re on the fence about taking this challenge, I emphatically recommend you get off it!!! During these winter months, while we are spending so many hours indoors, is an excellent time to go for it!
Whether you take baby steps or one giant leap to accomplish your goal, BE ALL IN!!! IT’S A GREAT FEELING!!!