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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Present and counting on being more so.

Just got home from the monthly Bluegrass (& Country) Jam, with the new state fiddle champion in attendance, along with a few past champs! Even the beginners, who take lessons from the champs, are sounding better lately.

It was a great time! It's very encouraging to see the nonagenarian fiddle laureate there after some very serious health issues the past few years. He was in fine form, even joking about his palsey, calling it "natural vibrato".

I tell you what! Seeing some of these Grateful OFs makes it hard for me to be grumpy. I firmly believe that half of them would be laying in a nursing home if they didn't have music making in their lives. That's my retirement plan! 6 years in, so far, so good.

Grump on!
 
THE GOOD: Beautiful day today, blue sky, low humidity, comfortable temperature. The markets are bountiful. The fresh green peppers are as good as they get. Good on pizza. You live all year for these days.

THE BAD: Students are moving back into the neighborhood for school. Expect a disruptive night with them drunk and screaming all night on the streets.

THE UGLY: Their parents inflict them on the community. They are apparently more stressed, depressed, and lonely than any previous generation. Or so they like to claim, after all, life is all about them. The schools are adopting a “new” approach that nurtures a culture of wellness. They are bending over backwards to create safe stress free spaces for these delicate children.

GIVE ME A BREAK!!!!
I(we) survived without any of that-'cept maybe the beer:smug:
 
Your husband's is 2 days after mine but he's got 8 years and 363 days to catch up to me(74).
On another note, my daughter and I went to a minor league baseball game last night, up near Orlando where she lives. I'm back home for tonight's gig at a VFW(6:30-9:30-gotta love the hours), then tomorrow afternoon's open mic/jam outdoors in 95* heat/humidity.
Happy birthday, two days late!
 
Another great jam and party. I'm looking forward to not having to do this again until next summer, though, because it's a buttload of work. We always have a talented group of musicians here and today was no exception.

My band was here early and we played for a bit, but the drummer and singer both had to head out after few hours. After that it was a free jam for everyone else who wanted to participate. I think it's safe to say that we celebrated my husband's birthday in high style.
 
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[QUOTE="LBS-bass, post: 23000147, member: 317378". I think it's safe to say that we celebrated my husband's birthday in high style.

"High" being the operative word, I take it!:laugh:

Great fun!
I actually stay pretty sober during these events, as I have to play hostess and usher the musicians in and out of the music room, etc. Others probably had a higher time than I did.

I did forget to mention that I thought I had five drummers there tonight, down from our record of seven last time, but then a guitar player friend of mine revealed that he, too, is a drummer. He did this by sitting at the drum set and playing the drums. So there were six drummers there in all, and only two bassists. I am always so glad when that other bassist guy shows up because he plays a different style than me, and today he brought his upright, so the jazz and swing people really got a chance to stretch out in there.
 
I actually stay pretty sober during these events, as I have to play hostess and usher the musicians in and out of the music room, etc. Others probably had a higher time than I did.

I did forget to mention that I thought I had five drummers there tonight, down from our record of seven last time, but then a guitar player friend of mine revealed that he, too, is a drummer. He did this by sitting at the drum set and playing the drums. So there were six drummers there in all, and only two bassists. I am always so glad when that other bassist guy shows up because he plays a different style than me, and today he brought his upright, so the jazz and swing people really got a chance to stretch out in there.
Sounds like great fun! Even in the 80's if anyone was caught smoking pot they were out of the band automatically. My rules. No drunkenness on stage either. I rarely drank until after the gig. Then it was fun time! Those days are long behind me.
 
Sounds like great fun! Even in the 80's if anyone was caught smoking pot they were out of the band automatically. My rules. No drunkenness on stage either. I rarely drank until after the gig. Then it was fun time! Those days are long behind me.
After the last guests left, I did a little cleanup and then all I wanted to do was relax with a glass of wine. So I did that. Think I earned it.
 
Thank you
Me too also on the respect.:wideyed:


There are bush pilots and there are bush pilots.

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I did forget to mention that I thought I had five drummers there tonight, down from our record of seven last time, but then a guitar player friend of mine revealed that he, too, is a drummer.

Everyone in the band typically thinks that they know how to play the drums better than the drummer.


I actually stay pretty sober during these events, as I have to play hostess and usher the musicians in and out of the music room, etc.

House mom rules that you remain in control.
 
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Feels my days of "retirement" are busier than actual "career" days. Saturday's videoconference was ported to a teleconference owing to technical problems in Italy.

What I found this morning as I refilled my pink Lamy Safari (fountain pen) is I've run an entire bottle of ink. Too little ink remains in the bottle for another fill. Didn't get a complete fill as is.

The ink in question is good old Sheaffer Blue, a basic ink as can possibly be. The formula is unchanged since introduced ~1930, except the "modern" version is marginally brighter than the original. "Must be blue or black" is one of those antiquated rules that is still around. Don't even own any black ink. Sometimes, to my surprise, get a "that's a really pretty blue", and that's likely the exception that proves the rule.

The first bottle of sort-of-blue ink I found in my ink collection that remains unpacked is a "D" bottle of Bleu Pervenche and it looks like that's going to be the much brighter stand-in for the Sheaffer.

Heigh ho the merry-o, whatever that means.
 
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