I'm sick. I have things to do places to go like everyone else today nothing is getting done because I'm sick. I know nobody wants to hear about person being sick and Nobody wants to be near a person who is sick but I had a blog to write and this was the only subject that I come up with right now. So forgive me if I'm boring you but I as I said ....i'm sick today. It's not the " I wish that I was dead kinda sick" , that was night and I will spare you the details. It is the day after when you get up feeling better but after you do few things you feel like...your sick again. I'm not very patient when I'm sick. my mind says go but the body says no. So it's a gorgeous day, a day perfect for doing anything, and I'm gonna spend it being sick...arghhh
I like gadgets, iPhones, iPads, etc . I don't have the newest, in fact I buy most of my the stuff on ebay just as the latest and greatest is hitting the market. I do still have a turntable ,a cassette player and a VHS recorder. I also am watching a tv that...(wait for it..)....has a picture tube. it was my fathers and when he bought it about 12 years ago it was the biggest baddest Sony on the market now its just a big heavy blueish night light that is on in front of me as i scan thru Netflix on my iPad.
Not all of the gadgets that I have are digital or high tech. One of my favorite items is something that I carry everyday. It is the most important piece of equipment in the famous fighting Swiss Army. Yea its their knife. I have several of them. One in my car, one for everyday and church and the big one with everything including a toothpick for when I am fixing something and wearing a tool belt. So when something new hits the market...( the wrist watch iPhone..)... I will read all about it but I think that I will wait until it gets old before I buy one.
I wonder. I wonder why we have name buildings, bridges, airports and intersections after people. Do we all want to live forever? To never be forgotten? I don't have any answers today just questions. When I worked at the State House they would do endless hours of debate on the merits of naming a bridge or building after some public servant who had died. Now some people where quite admirable and their accomplishments were towards helping the common good. But I often wondered if in 100 years anybody would care or remember those accomplishments when they were standing in line a Joe Blow's DMV building, named in his honor. Now I read the plaques in the hallways of hospitals It usually helps take my mind off why I'm there. I read some of the bricks paid for by donations in somebody's name at the local playgrounds and public gardens. I read the plaques on the park benches and I especially read anything dedicated to a veteran.
I remember a local intersection near the street where I grew up. I was place that I would pass thru on my way to nearly every school that I went to in my youth. I remember growing up hanging around as a young teen on wall across from that intersection. Spending endless hours swapping stories with my friends, playing football in the nearby field or just plan goofing off. We were young not able to drive but there was somebody who lived nearby who did have his license. He was a bit older than the rest of my friends but he was one of the coolest guys around. He had a car ... a bad ass muscle car. It was a 60's Chevy that was not street legal and ran on something other than gasoline. The license plate read "Nitro" and you could hear it for miles around when he would take the occasional ride around the neighborhood before being chased home by the cops. He was a legend to us. He died in Vietnam. The first one that I knew about in the our neighborhood .He name is on a plaque at the earlier mentioned intersection. So every plague has a history and maybe it is worth it sometimes to look at the story behind it.
I remember a local intersection near the street where I grew up. I was place that I would pass thru on my way to nearly every school that I went to in my youth. I remember growing up hanging around as a young teen on wall across from that intersection. Spending endless hours swapping stories with my friends, playing football in the nearby field or just plan goofing off. We were young not able to drive but there was somebody who lived nearby who did have his license. He was a bit older than the rest of my friends but he was one of the coolest guys around. He had a car ... a bad ass muscle car. It was a 60's Chevy that was not street legal and ran on something other than gasoline. The license plate read "Nitro" and you could hear it for miles around when he would take the occasional ride around the neighborhood before being chased home by the cops. He was a legend to us. He died in Vietnam. The first one that I knew about in the our neighborhood .He name is on a plaque at the earlier mentioned intersection. So every plague has a history and maybe it is worth it sometimes to look at the story behind it.
I like Old
I enjoy things that are old. Things that have been used and cared for and still work. There is nothing wrong with new and shinny but I will take experience and proven any day. Something with creases and wrinkles like an old baseball glove that fits just right. Something that has been used and abused but is still there when you need it. Today it seems nothing is made to last. We throw things away because they aren't made to last. Things used to get fixed instead of getting thrown out for something new. Oh well... maybe it is because I'm old and wrinkled I feel like things more resemble myself. I understand that the economy works better when people are buying things, even things that they might not need. I am guilty of it myself with my weekly coupon trips to Job Lot for endless lengths of rope for tying down who knows what to some sort of stationary that I can't live without. Would I die if I skipped a week with out buying batteries that are made in Korea and are to small to be AA and not quite AAA...(what are they??? and what do the fit ???...who knows but I got them)...I would live for another week. I still have tools that my father used...saws that are still sharp and hammers that still hammer. They all still work. I just hate waste...I hate things that I buy that don't work...but that is another blog for another day....now .....stop wasting your time on the computer.....stop reading this stupid blog......... go to the beach....its summer !!!!!.
I enjoy things that are old. Things that have been used and cared for and still work. There is nothing wrong with new and shinny but I will take experience and proven any day. Something with creases and wrinkles like an old baseball glove that fits just right. Something that has been used and abused but is still there when you need it. Today it seems nothing is made to last. We throw things away because they aren't made to last. Things used to get fixed instead of getting thrown out for something new. Oh well... maybe it is because I'm old and wrinkled I feel like things more resemble myself. I understand that the economy works better when people are buying things, even things that they might not need. I am guilty of it myself with my weekly coupon trips to Job Lot for endless lengths of rope for tying down who knows what to some sort of stationary that I can't live without. Would I die if I skipped a week with out buying batteries that are made in Korea and are to small to be AA and not quite AAA...(what are they??? and what do the fit ???...who knows but I got them)...I would live for another week. I still have tools that my father used...saws that are still sharp and hammers that still hammer. They all still work. I just hate waste...I hate things that I buy that don't work...but that is another blog for another day....now .....stop wasting your time on the computer.....stop reading this stupid blog......... go to the beach....its summer !!!!!.
Do we want to talk about hot? Everybody else is. I'm hot,your hot, all God's children are hot.
I'm trying to keep my blog topical and timely, plus I'm hot and I cant think of anything to write about. I'm working outside in the yard ,sweating. I don't complain about the heat because for me I would rather have it than freezing cold. THIS IS BORING!!!!.... I quit....I'm gonna work a little more then go for a swim...see you next week...I promise it will be better...
I'm trying to keep my blog topical and timely, plus I'm hot and I cant think of anything to write about. I'm working outside in the yard ,sweating. I don't complain about the heat because for me I would rather have it than freezing cold. THIS IS BORING!!!!.... I quit....I'm gonna work a little more then go for a swim...see you next week...I promise it will be better...
This Old House
This Old House
I'm measuring for the third time. It happens a lot at my house. Nothing is straight and nothing is level. These are just some of the issues that you have to deal with living in a 250+ year old house.
I've learned that you make things fit and make them look good to YOU. I have had contractors, carpenters, friends, fishermen and felons all tell me what and how I should fix my house. But heh I finally said " I have to live here" so it is gonna be my way. I don't care about the next guy. He will probably say what I have said many times during my "upgrades"...."What the hell was that guy thinking when he built this?" Well I've built decks, patios, installed wood floors ,back splashes and once spent an afternoon with a stuck jack hammer wedged into an old set of cement front steps. Ive broken ribs, and fingers and had more stitches and cuts than I can count but heh its what they call "sweat equity"... and I kind of enjoy the process more than the finish project ,even if it is crocked.
I'm reading a book that describes the how Thomas Jefferson built his home, Monticello.
He lived to be 83 years old but never saw the house finished. He had some measurements figured down the millionth of an inch ( something that was unmeasurable at the time) He was ahead of his time with his use of some many skylights yet built staircases so steep that they were barely more than ladders. He lived in his unfinished house for over 40 years, taking so long to complete it that as some parts were finished others where rotting away because of lack of maintenance.
Now I'm no Jefferson and my unfinished house will probably remain that way as long as I live here and I will get frustrated some days when I look at half finished kitchen floor but it could be worse....I could be living in a condo somewhere with nosey neighbors and nothing to do but watch the grounds keeper cut the grass to short..
In this house I will always have something to do and if I ever finish you can have it.
I'm measuring for the third time. It happens a lot at my house. Nothing is straight and nothing is level. These are just some of the issues that you have to deal with living in a 250+ year old house.
I've learned that you make things fit and make them look good to YOU. I have had contractors, carpenters, friends, fishermen and felons all tell me what and how I should fix my house. But heh I finally said " I have to live here" so it is gonna be my way. I don't care about the next guy. He will probably say what I have said many times during my "upgrades"...."What the hell was that guy thinking when he built this?" Well I've built decks, patios, installed wood floors ,back splashes and once spent an afternoon with a stuck jack hammer wedged into an old set of cement front steps. Ive broken ribs, and fingers and had more stitches and cuts than I can count but heh its what they call "sweat equity"... and I kind of enjoy the process more than the finish project ,even if it is crocked.
I'm reading a book that describes the how Thomas Jefferson built his home, Monticello.He lived to be 83 years old but never saw the house finished. He had some measurements figured down the millionth of an inch ( something that was unmeasurable at the time) He was ahead of his time with his use of some many skylights yet built staircases so steep that they were barely more than ladders. He lived in his unfinished house for over 40 years, taking so long to complete it that as some parts were finished others where rotting away because of lack of maintenance.
Now I'm no Jefferson and my unfinished house will probably remain that way as long as I live here and I will get frustrated some days when I look at half finished kitchen floor but it could be worse....I could be living in a condo somewhere with nosey neighbors and nothing to do but watch the grounds keeper cut the grass to short..
In this house I will always have something to do and if I ever finish you can have it.
4th of July ...Booooomm !!!
When I was a kid I hated fireworks. The sound got to me. It made me nervous when ever we would get in our beachwagon and head out to Roger Williams park, along with every other Rhode Islander and sit on a dark hillside and wait for a loud boom every five minutes along with some light in the sky. I remember mosquito bites and sitting in the car for hours when we left as my father cursed under his breath that he would never return to this place again even if they blew the whole place up and it was burning to the ground. That never made sense to me because it was a park not a building and he was after all a fireman wouldn't it be his job to put out the fire? I always tried to make sense of everything. I was way to literal. I remember once a I heard a friend say to another friend that he would never again talk to him again ,as long as he lived. What was he gonna do.... wait until he was dead then talk to him? It was recess at grammar school, dares and threats are what boys did back then at recess. Hmmm now my nine year old mind would try to calculate if that threat was really possible since they were brothers and were fighting constantly. As I sat at my desk behind the two brothers after recess taking a geography test I hadn't studied for and still wondering if a lifetime of silence between the two brothers was possible I heard the teacher bellow..."If you two are talking and passing answers again I'll give you both zero's"
Of course they were and..... she did. I made me feel good that in life there are still some constants. People say things that they really don't mean and a nun really will give you a zero on a test.
Oh yea this was suppose to be about fireworks...oh well....Hope you had a Happy Fourth of July!!
I love to watch
I'm in the parking lot at the mall. My daughter is inside shopping with a friend and I had no interest in galloping after them as the scampered from one shoe store to the next so I decided to stay in the car and catch up on my favorite viewing hobby.... Watching people. It is better than watching tv and people in parking lots is the best. They way they park, what they wear ,and what they say to each other.
First there is the old man having trouble parking his Camry between the lines and not on them. He needs two spots or help from one of those guys at the airport with a light in his hand guiding a plane to the gate. He gets out slowly and dents the car next to him with his door as he proceeds to open the back door of his car and out jumps a five year old boy who takes his grandpa's hand for what he hopes will be a fun day at the mall. Next came the two " older " woman dressed as teenagers in tight jeans and high heels probably on the hunt for some bargains followed by a gaggle of preteens who look they have just been let out school and were told that there were free phones inside the mall. they sprinted between cars giggling all the way. And last but certainly not least was the staple of every mall everywhere. Something that make malls the distinctive place that they have become. The herd of baggy ,dropping ,underwear showing pants, baseball sideways hat wearing , future of America, young men. Thousands of them parking low riding, loud mufflered, 95 Honda Civics.
I'm ready to leave when out comes the old man now almost dragging his crying grandson back to the car. Sometimes not all dreams come true at the mall.
As we leave the parking lot I wonder what somebody else sitting there car would think of a 60 something wearing shorts and a Hawaiian shirt as he limps thru the parking lot with dread on his face as he enters the mall. I guess everybody is somebody else's entertainment.
I'm in the parking lot at the mall. My daughter is inside shopping with a friend and I had no interest in galloping after them as the scampered from one shoe store to the next so I decided to stay in the car and catch up on my favorite viewing hobby.... Watching people. It is better than watching tv and people in parking lots is the best. They way they park, what they wear ,and what they say to each other.
First there is the old man having trouble parking his Camry between the lines and not on them. He needs two spots or help from one of those guys at the airport with a light in his hand guiding a plane to the gate. He gets out slowly and dents the car next to him with his door as he proceeds to open the back door of his car and out jumps a five year old boy who takes his grandpa's hand for what he hopes will be a fun day at the mall. Next came the two " older " woman dressed as teenagers in tight jeans and high heels probably on the hunt for some bargains followed by a gaggle of preteens who look they have just been let out school and were told that there were free phones inside the mall. they sprinted between cars giggling all the way. And last but certainly not least was the staple of every mall everywhere. Something that make malls the distinctive place that they have become. The herd of baggy ,dropping ,underwear showing pants, baseball sideways hat wearing , future of America, young men. Thousands of them parking low riding, loud mufflered, 95 Honda Civics.
I'm ready to leave when out comes the old man now almost dragging his crying grandson back to the car. Sometimes not all dreams come true at the mall.
As we leave the parking lot I wonder what somebody else sitting there car would think of a 60 something wearing shorts and a Hawaiian shirt as he limps thru the parking lot with dread on his face as he enters the mall. I guess everybody is somebody else's entertainment.
Steveisover60: I'm HungryIt's dark outside and for me it is the...
Steveisover60: I'm Hungry
It's dark outside and for me it is the...: I'm Hungry It's dark outside and for me it is the end of the day and that means I'm hungry. When I eat it is never a lot all a...
It's dark outside and for me it is the...: I'm Hungry It's dark outside and for me it is the end of the day and that means I'm hungry. When I eat it is never a lot all a...
I'm Hungry
It's dark outside and for me it is the end of the day and that means I'm hungry. When I eat it is never a lot all at once but sometimes in the evening I never stop. There is always room for a peanut butter sandwich before bed. I try not to eat junk...more popcorn and a couple of bowls of Cheerios after dinner are always good but if I see three or four ice cream sandwiches in the freezer they are goneeee!! I live with somebody who doesn't like the smell of food after sundown. I wonder if that is a religious thing??? So I try to wait until she is asleep before I really gorge myself but the munching and chomping sometimes wake her up and that ain't good. She deserves a night of rest free from the smells and sounds of the deli that I have working downstairs.
I cant eat much in the morning. I see people stuffing themselves with Egg McMuffin's or Allies Donuts and I wonder how they make it too work. My stomach doesn't wake up until around 10am and that is when I'm working and get up at 6am. I usually carry an energy bar and that's it a long with plenty of ice tea or lemonade. But when I get home look out. Pasta, turkey burgers, lasagna, what ever my lovely wife whips up...I eat...( yea she is the chef).
I don't think that I'm getting fat...( who cares anyway...at this point I ain't winning no beauty contests at the beach). I just get hungry at night so I eat. So if you drive by the house and the light is on at 12am that is probably the fridge with my head in it looking for some of that delicious left over lasagna.
It's dark outside and for me it is the end of the day and that means I'm hungry. When I eat it is never a lot all at once but sometimes in the evening I never stop. There is always room for a peanut butter sandwich before bed. I try not to eat junk...more popcorn and a couple of bowls of Cheerios after dinner are always good but if I see three or four ice cream sandwiches in the freezer they are goneeee!! I live with somebody who doesn't like the smell of food after sundown. I wonder if that is a religious thing??? So I try to wait until she is asleep before I really gorge myself but the munching and chomping sometimes wake her up and that ain't good. She deserves a night of rest free from the smells and sounds of the deli that I have working downstairs.I cant eat much in the morning. I see people stuffing themselves with Egg McMuffin's or Allies Donuts and I wonder how they make it too work. My stomach doesn't wake up until around 10am and that is when I'm working and get up at 6am. I usually carry an energy bar and that's it a long with plenty of ice tea or lemonade. But when I get home look out. Pasta, turkey burgers, lasagna, what ever my lovely wife whips up...I eat...( yea she is the chef).
I don't think that I'm getting fat...( who cares anyway...at this point I ain't winning no beauty contests at the beach). I just get hungry at night so I eat. So if you drive by the house and the light is on at 12am that is probably the fridge with my head in it looking for some of that delicious left over lasagna.
Steveisover60: Two for OneToday my dear blog readers we have a ...
Steveisover60: Two for One
Today my dear blog readers we have a ...: Two for One Today my dear blog readers we have a double header....two blogs for price of one...how lucky can you get?....I know ....blah.....
Today my dear blog readers we have a ...: Two for One Today my dear blog readers we have a double header....two blogs for price of one...how lucky can you get?....I know ....blah.....
Two for One
Today my dear blog readers we have a double header....two blogs for price of one...how lucky can you get?....I know ....blah...blah, blah...who cares??.....get on with it ...)
Red Solo Cup
I have a tendency if you have read past blogs to save cups from Dave's Market, Dunking Donuts, etc and reuse them. Well I recently started using the same Red Solo Cup for several days in a row. I know that they are suppose to be disposable...one use and gone...but I hate throwing things away... Why don't I use say a container
that is made to be reusable and can be washed and used again and again inside and out? Good question...I got no answer right now...check with me later. Right now I'm attempting to see how long this particular cup will last ....it has been three days so far...all kinds of liquids,lemonade,ice tea,milk...etc I rinse it out and the next beverage goes in. Nothing hot..coffee for instance..will melt it...I think. I just use it for every thing that I am drinking and see how long it lasts...stay tuned
A New Old Tradition
I have decided to resurrect a old habit. I was in line this morning at Walmart and an elderly woman in front of me was struggling with her purse looking for money to pay for her groceries. I could tell she was nervous because she thought that she was holding up the line. I had my money out and decided to ask her if I could help her out by paying the extra couple of dollars due on her receipt. She thanked me and offered to pay me back once we got out of line. I told her she didn't have to, she thanked me and we were both on our way.
To me this was no more a common courtesy than holding a door open for somebody or letting the next driver go in front of you at a busy intersection. Call it being polite,courteous or whatever it reminded me of a habit that I use to have when I worked in Providence everyday. I use to by donuts every once in while for everyone at work and one day I decided, while at the drive-thru, to pay for the person in line behind me. The cashier would shrug with a quizzical look and let me know the amount I had to pay. I would wait and look in the mirror sometimes to see the reaction as they drove up and got their coffee for free. It was fun as I would get waves, or beeps from the thankful drivers. One time I was in my office and somebody who worked in another place in the building, somebody that I didn't know, came by to thank me because they had been behind me that morning as paid for their morning java. I haven't done it much since I retired but I may start again. So if you pull up to the drive thru and the coffee is free just give a beep and wave....Hi Ho Silver..Awayyy!!!
Today my dear blog readers we have a double header....two blogs for price of one...how lucky can you get?....I know ....blah...blah, blah...who cares??.....get on with it ...)
Red Solo Cup
I have a tendency if you have read past blogs to save cups from Dave's Market, Dunking Donuts, etc and reuse them. Well I recently started using the same Red Solo Cup for several days in a row. I know that they are suppose to be disposable...one use and gone...but I hate throwing things away... Why don't I use say a container that is made to be reusable and can be washed and used again and again inside and out? Good question...I got no answer right now...check with me later. Right now I'm attempting to see how long this particular cup will last ....it has been three days so far...all kinds of liquids,lemonade,ice tea,milk...etc I rinse it out and the next beverage goes in. Nothing hot..coffee for instance..will melt it...I think. I just use it for every thing that I am drinking and see how long it lasts...stay tuned
A New Old Tradition
I have decided to resurrect a old habit. I was in line this morning at Walmart and an elderly woman in front of me was struggling with her purse looking for money to pay for her groceries. I could tell she was nervous because she thought that she was holding up the line. I had my money out and decided to ask her if I could help her out by paying the extra couple of dollars due on her receipt. She thanked me and offered to pay me back once we got out of line. I told her she didn't have to, she thanked me and we were both on our way.
To me this was no more a common courtesy than holding a door open for somebody or letting the next driver go in front of you at a busy intersection. Call it being polite,courteous or whatever it reminded me of a habit that I use to have when I worked in Providence everyday. I use to by donuts every once in while for everyone at work and one day I decided, while at the drive-thru, to pay for the person in line behind me. The cashier would shrug with a quizzical look and let me know the amount I had to pay. I would wait and look in the mirror sometimes to see the reaction as they drove up and got their coffee for free. It was fun as I would get waves, or beeps from the thankful drivers. One time I was in my office and somebody who worked in another place in the building, somebody that I didn't know, came by to thank me because they had been behind me that morning as paid for their morning java. I haven't done it much since I retired but I may start again. So if you pull up to the drive thru and the coffee is free just give a beep and wave....Hi Ho Silver..Awayyy!!!
I'm bored.
I don't remember the last time I said or even thought it. I think I was 17 and working the grave yard shift at a Hasbro factory in Pawtucket making Mister Potato Heads. It was the summer and after meeting with friends during our 3am break we decided the or futures didn't include the Hasbro assembly line, it might be more fun to head to the beach for an early beer when we were done at 5am. So ended my last day of boredom. Since then I have found things to fill my time. Sometimes it may seem like I do to many things. Let's see....right now I'm reading two books, working one job or two driving people around, filming a documentary, writing a blog,painting the house, learning the harmonica, guitar and bagpipes. Refinishing the kitchen floors, painting (something always needs painting in a 200 year old house), writing a book, walking the dogs, (ok I'm not gonna list the things I do everyday), brewing beer, painting, grilling the perfect pizza, learning to swim ,play poker,chess and try sign language.
In my spare time I use an iPad ,Iphone, laptop and tv all at the same time.
I love my my wife, my daughter and my life and don't think I will ever be bored again.
Heh day off tomorrow....mmmmm..........I was thinking of teaching myself how to cook...
The sky is the bluest of blues. It's a warm Monday in May and I'm off to work. Today the streets are quiet, void of the usual traffic. It's Memorial Day, usually a day off for me. A day to watch the parade of veterans, politicians and local school bands struggle to finish a parade ending with long walk up the small hill in front of our house. It is the first parade that I will miss since we moved to our house almost thirty years ago.
I get to work early as usual and on the porch of senior center is one of the guys I have gotten to know a bit in my short time there. He is dressed impeccable as usual. Every time that I see him his clothes are pressed his tie is straight his eyes are bright and he has a spring in his step. He has the firm hand shake of a military man who was once in command of others. Today is no different except for the flag on the tie he is wearing and the gaze past me down the driveway as he acknowledges my presence. "Good morning, where are you headed?" I ask. He tells me that he is the Grand Marshall of a local town parade. They asked if he could wear something "official" like a "uniform or sash", he says. He bristles at the thought and tells me something that I have heard before from those of his generation who have served our country. He tells me that he doesn't like to go into what happened to him or what he saw and did during the war. I never press for details even though I am curious. He does have an easy way about him but what I think about the most is what he says about those that he served with. He tells me he never wanted to get to close to his comrades during the heat of battle because they would be side by side with him one day and dead the next. But he thinks of them now. He tells me that he isn't a hero since he survived but those who didn't are the true heroes and he misses them everyday.
His ride arrives and he gives me a salute as he leaves. I awkwardly say "thank you for your service" and his answer is as simple and straight forward as he is " Your welcome"
Well I'm off to work but first I have to check a few things. Do I have a matching pair of socks on, did I remember to shave? (I dress in the dark and half asleep) I used to wear a tie to work and they were of many colors and designs. One more outlandish than the next.
Well I guess they should match something else your wearing. Some kind of fashion law. Somebody, usually my wife, would check to see what pants and shirt I was wearing and suggest a tie. Occasionally there would be a dispute between my daughter and my wife as to which tie worked the best. I would stand there helplessly hoping that the dispute would come to agreed upon conclusion or I would be forced to pick a tie myself. This might result in me leaving the house looking like Bozo the clown. (Some thought I had succeeded ..the ties are colorful)
I would always get many compliments or at least a comment on those ties...colorful some days and other days something that was appropriate for the approaching holiday or an event that was personal to me.
It was my way of saying that if I had to dress for work in an professional attire I could at least have something that was "me".
I look at them now hanging there, a symbol of days gone by, probably never be used again. Oh well ... time marches on...heh wait I do a collection of odd tee shirts and hats and nobody is around to tell me what to wear...mmmmm.....just don't laugh out loud if you see me at Walmart
Well I guess they should match something else your wearing. Some kind of fashion law. Somebody, usually my wife, would check to see what pants and shirt I was wearing and suggest a tie. Occasionally there would be a dispute between my daughter and my wife as to which tie worked the best. I would stand there helplessly hoping that the dispute would come to agreed upon conclusion or I would be forced to pick a tie myself. This might result in me leaving the house looking like Bozo the clown. (Some thought I had succeeded ..the ties are colorful)
I would always get many compliments or at least a comment on those ties...colorful some days and other days something that was appropriate for the approaching holiday or an event that was personal to me.It was my way of saying that if I had to dress for work in an professional attire I could at least have something that was "me".
I look at them now hanging there, a symbol of days gone by, probably never be used again. Oh well ... time marches on...heh wait I do a collection of odd tee shirts and hats and nobody is around to tell me what to wear...mmmmm.....just don't laugh out loud if you see me at Walmart
He is grey of hair and long of tooth. He has trouble getting up in the morning and he sure does pee a lot. No it isn't me looking in the mirror... it's Toby on his birthday. He is 17 today. We both have walked many miles, hiked a few mountains when we were both a bit younger. He can still sprint down a trail when the air is cool and the path is smooth. I have to help him in and out of the car, and sometimes he resists with a low growl or bark. He knows that he cant get in by himself but growls at me and I kinda think he is showing his pride and saying " leave me alone old man..I'll bit your hand off if you don't put me down." most of the time he is loving and slow. I wake him up to get him to go out and I sometimes wonder as he is lying there is he....ummm....???....no he is breathing (whew). I know that he is only a dog and he wont live forever but as anybody who has had a pet knows he is part of the family. Happy Birthday old man.
Steveisover60: Wear the shirtsI quit saving. I'm using everythi...
Steveisover60: Wear the shirts
I quit saving. I'm using everythi...: Wear the shirts I quit saving. I'm using everything. Using it now. I used to save money, coupons, time and tee shirts. I knew some day...
I quit saving. I'm using everythi...: Wear the shirts I quit saving. I'm using everything. Using it now. I used to save money, coupons, time and tee shirts. I knew some day...
Wear the shirts
I quit saving. I'm using everything. Using it now. I used to save money, coupons, time and tee shirts. I knew some day that I would need them all. Well I've done my calculations and the time is now. We are going thru a six month process of trying to refinance our mortgage. (Yea...six months...but that's another story for another day.) As part of the process you find out how much equity has been built up in your house. Well when the time comes and we become eligible I'm using my equity. Let my house give me some money for a change.
I ain't taking it with me and I don't have anybody I want to give it too. Yes Kayla you will get something but you gotta work for what you want in life. ( she doesn't read this anyway so why am I telling her that here...lol)
I can remember 20 years ago fretting how I would pay for Kayla's college. Put money here and save it there. Now she a year from graduating. I put money every pay check in IRA's and other savings, for when? NOW...
I saved things like tee shirt that meant something to me. Giants wins, special bike rides, whatever. They all have a memory. I'm wearing some now that I have saved for 30 years. Joann almost fainted when she saw me in an old Giant tee shirt from their first Super Bowl win painting the house. What am I saving it for? It's a tee shirt...USE IT...
I'm lucky that I have the most important thing that cant be saved....time. I'm using that too. To do things that I want to do..now. Ride my bike until my legs fall off to see if I can still make to beach and back. (20+ miles by the way) Reading a book that a teacher made me read when I was a kid to see why it meant so much to me then. To meet with old friends to see if we can play two minutes on a basketball on an outside court before we limp off the local pub. To tell my wife that I love here, not because it's a birthday or Valentines Day but because I just thought of it as she walked by on her way to the kitchen.
I told you at the top of the page that these would be ramblings and today that just what I did....
PS Thanks to Kim for the idea for this page....so you can blame her...lol
I quit saving. I'm using everything. Using it now. I used to save money, coupons, time and tee shirts. I knew some day that I would need them all. Well I've done my calculations and the time is now. We are going thru a six month process of trying to refinance our mortgage. (Yea...six months...but that's another story for another day.) As part of the process you find out how much equity has been built up in your house. Well when the time comes and we become eligible I'm using my equity. Let my house give me some money for a change.
I ain't taking it with me and I don't have anybody I want to give it too. Yes Kayla you will get something but you gotta work for what you want in life. ( she doesn't read this anyway so why am I telling her that here...lol)
I can remember 20 years ago fretting how I would pay for Kayla's college. Put money here and save it there. Now she a year from graduating. I put money every pay check in IRA's and other savings, for when? NOW...
I'm lucky that I have the most important thing that cant be saved....time. I'm using that too. To do things that I want to do..now. Ride my bike until my legs fall off to see if I can still make to beach and back. (20+ miles by the way) Reading a book that a teacher made me read when I was a kid to see why it meant so much to me then. To meet with old friends to see if we can play two minutes on a basketball on an outside court before we limp off the local pub. To tell my wife that I love here, not because it's a birthday or Valentines Day but because I just thought of it as she walked by on her way to the kitchen.
I told you at the top of the page that these would be ramblings and today that just what I did....
PS Thanks to Kim for the idea for this page....so you can blame her...lol
Driving,
I was about 11 years old and I was worried. It was Saturday morning and as usual I was watching cartoons ( in those days they weren't called animation). I was worried because on the Emerson 12" black and white screen was George Jetson driving a flying car. It wouldn't be long before they would be real and my chance at being the next Mario Andretti would be over. Time was running out. No more rubber on the road, everything would be up in the air. Sigh!!!... I wanted to DRIVE...
Well as usual my worrying was for nothing and here I am 50 years later driving people slightly older than me to Walmart and church everyday. The closest that I ever came to Mario Andretti was when I was about 13 and I threw up from the flu out the window of a VW bus as we toured the banked turns of the Indianapolis Speedway on one of many summer family vacations....(thanks for the adventure Mom).
But I will predict that driving as we know will change....... soon.
It has already started. Cars that park themselves. Video cameras helping you back up. Directions and a map from a voice on a screen. They even tell you things like your too close to the car next to you and do the braking for you ( anti lock brakes....we used to stop the car ourselves) Soon we wont be driving cars at all. Check out the Google car. Thousands of computer driven miles and the only accident was when a human did an override. We will plug in a destination away we go. In fact I predict we wont even own the cars. Just pick up the nearest one and drop it off when your done.... ever hear of ZipCar?? No more drunk driving..no cars sitting most of the time in driveways depreciating.
I would never let a computer do the driving you say. I bet they said the same thing the first time an elevator went up without an operator. If you fly I guarantee your plane has landed a few times with the pilot doing little more than watching the lights on the runway.
Well enjoy the steering wheel while you can. You wont be flying like George Jetson but you will have plenty of time to talk, text ,put on makeup,and watch videos...in other words do everything you do on the road NOW.. when I'm there trying to DRIVE!!!!
Tell A Story
You asked for examples of what people write on the pages of the notebooks that I leave on the trails of the nearby woods.
They are funny, sad, and thoughtful....they are all true...
You asked for examples of what people write on the pages of the notebooks that I leave on the trails of the nearby woods.
They are funny, sad, and thoughtful....they are all true...