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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Flooding was slow to run off, but the sun shone bright on Saturday. So we used official State Highway Map websites to avoid closed roads and made our way to see my mother-in-law. I missed the Bluegrass Jam but, hey, ... priorities. Too late, she passed just before we got there. So, with the rest of her family, we set about planning the celebration of her life. She had, herself, already selected, and paid for, most of the arrangements! We cried, we laughed, we hugged and cried some more, and laughed much more. Of course, she was a dedicated and loving mother. But, she was also an equally loving mother-in-law who put all those jokes to shame.

Today's church gig held an extra meaning for me. My MIL was a lifelong Sunday School teacher and choir member at her church. Today I felt she visited mine, again. This time, though, she didn't leave a hearing aid in the pew, as she did last time. ;)
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My condolences. Even when you’re prepared, the loss affects those left behind. The best memories remain with you in your heart.
 
I’ve heard similar comments before about this song. People say, we’re playing it wrong. Maybe Steve played it differently over the years. People tend to lower key as they age and can’t hit the higher notes.
Steve has a high voice. I'm guessing a lot of bands transposed it because their singers weren't able to sing in that key. Since I sang it, it wasn't a problem.
 
I's rat cheer! An' I's kindly humane, ... most times. Saturday's Bluegrass Jam day, unless the flooding in Texas goes down enough to go "say goodbye" to my mother-in-law in her final days. Been trying to go for a few days now, at her nurse's behest, but it's a mess with their unscheduled monsoon, named Imelda! Actually, Mrs. Dog feels we've been saying "goodbye" for years, due to deteriorating health, since even before she stopped recognizing all her children. Sunday's the weekly church gig, which is always uplifting, and certainly needed.
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Sorry to hear about your mother-in-law, and the flooding, which I heard was horrendous in parts. Hope that is improving :(
 
Steve has a high voice. I'm guessing a lot of bands transposed it because their singers weren't able to sing in that key. Since I sang it, it wasn't a problem.

After all the years, he can still hit high notes. This song was originally in drop D, he shifted this version lower to drop C (C G C F A D). So musical, it’s inspiring.

 
I've yet to meet or hear of anyone hearing aids helped.


We had very high hopes when we took her to get her VERY high dollar aids. The exam, tuning and features had me wanting some! They could double as IEMs!!

Alas, it was too late for her. She never really understood how they worked or how to get used to them being in her ears. Worse was her habit of wrapping them in tissue instead of using their case! We often found them in waste cans!!!

I was surprised to recently learn that one of my wife's quilting friends has worn hearing aids for years! She's a very active, even vibrant, older lady with a quick wit and a very sharp mind. Come to think of it, my wife once pointed out that you can't whisper a secret around her without her hearing every word! That's what I want. Super-hearing!!

Then there was the IT tech at my work who always wore the wired earpiece connected to the transistor radio-sized aid in his shirt pocket. Then, one day, I saw him without it and thought it musta broke. He told me I didn't have to yell, then lifted some hair behind one ear to show me his new cochlear implant! Said he felt like The Bionic Man, it worked so good. :woot:
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Flooding was slow to run off, but the sun shone bright on Saturday. So we used official State Highway Map websites to avoid closed roads and made our way to see my mother-in-law. I missed the Bluegrass Jam but, hey, ... priorities. Too late, she passed just before we got there. So, with the rest of her family, we set about planning the celebration of her life. She had, herself, already selected, and paid for, most of the arrangements! We cried, we laughed, we hugged and cried some more, and laughed much more. Of course, she was a dedicated and loving mother. But, she was also an equally loving mother-in-law who put all those jokes to shame.

Today's church gig held an extra meaning for me. My MIL was a lifelong Sunday School teacher and choir member at her church. Today I felt she visited mine, again. This time, though, she didn't leave a hearing aid in the pew, as she did last time. ;)
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My sincere condolences.

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And standing by my assertion that hearing aids have helped exactly none.
 
Sorry to hear about your mother-in-law, and the flooding, which I heard was horrendous in parts. Hope that is improving :(


Thank you, LBS. Oooo, the flooding is especially frustrating to those just finished, or finishing, remodeling from Harvey's flooding 2 years ago, the like of which had never been seen in those areas. This year's flooding was not quite as widespread as Harvey's, but actually deeper in some areas, though the official rainfall recorded was less.

Harvey flooded my own previous house, which I had sold a couple years before retirement, 6 years earlier. Haven't heard yet if it flooded again, or not. As a civil engineer, I blame raging land development without proper regard for drainage.
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Odin must be the exception that proves the dog and kitchen rule. He refuses dog yummies if he isn't hungry or in the mood. If I give him one when he doesn't want it, and I insist, he will take it. Then he'll put it down in one of "his" spots and will have at it sometime later. He may take several days before he decides he wants a rawhide chewie left out for him. On the other hand, he is very clear about when he wants his chewie, and I'm here to oblige.
 
Odin must be the exception that proves the dog and kitchen rule. He refuses dog yummies if he isn't hungry or in the mood. If I give him one when he doesn't want it, and I insist, he will take it. Then he'll put it down in one of "his" spots and will have at it sometime later. He may take several days before he decides he wants a rawhide chewie left out for him. On the other hand, he is very clear about when he wants his chewie, and I'm here to oblige.

Odin appears to have a mind of his own. No subservience on either side.

I knew a dog that refused to eat anything but roast beef. They used to buy a roast every week for the dog. I don’t know if he was horribly spoiled or just a very picky eater. They aren’t mutually exclusive though.
 
Condolences G-Dog. Sorry you were not able to get there in time. I guess she just couldn't wait to get to heaven.


:roflmao: She always was very impatient. Never understood why doctors couldn't seem to meet appointment times, even though she had absolutely nothing else to do. "Making rounds at hospital" didn't cut any ice with her! Although, she could strike up a conversation with a total stranger anywhere she went, there was no patience in any kinda waiting room for any kinda appointment. She'd leave, then we'd have to reschedule and try again! No time to wait, but reschedule and reschedule 'til they get close to the appointment time. And it always had to be the first appointment of the day, "before they get busy". Oh, and they better not call someone else to the back before her "first appointment of the day"!

Yes, I would say she couldn't wait to get to heaven! You nailed it, Zonie. :laugh:
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