Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

[beans-on-toast]

...I'm thinking in 18 months I might do the Big R. Not sure yet.....

Start saving now for your retirement present.

 

[GwenOnBass]

Did you get any good drugs? I mean, I hope everything went well and you have a speedy recovery with a minimum of physical therapy.

Let's not rush things! Surgery's scheduled for Friday (some time). They'll ring me Thursday to let me know. Having been through the same admissions procedure before, and having lost my way there a week ago when I was in for pre-op, I have a pretty square idea of what to expect.

Considerably more interesting to me is the fate of my ring! Recap, for our friends at home — I had it crafted five and a half years ago with a specific intent. It seemed to me by the start of this year it was high time for an upgrade. The original was melted down and reforged to a completely new configuration. There's a sample upthread — mine showcases aquamarine. Unclear if the jeweler added the aquamarine to the topaz.

The invoice arrived in the morning email — 22 percent tax on that ring yet an extremely equitable arrangement for all parties. It's location is unknown to me at this moment. It may either be in the post (the invoice did not show shipping charges) or with my friend on her way back to Glastonbury Tor.

Being reunited with the ring is something I'm really looking forward to!

... of course I don't expect to be going anywhere soon, or very fast ....

 

[shadowtippy]

I realized I was early after I posted, so... I hope everything goes well, etc.

 

[GwenOnBass]

People did this before cellphones, you just didn't see it.

 

[beans-on-toast]

People did this before cellphones, you just didn't see it.

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Yes, the Tokyo Metro is very crowded and strangers often have to stand uncomfortably close to one another. They used to employ pushers called passenger arrangement staff.

 

[beans-on-toast]

I took a photo of an old tree with character. A lot of colonies live there, unimpinged by our world. Is our universe part of a molecule in some other world?

It looks good as wallpaper on my computer.

 

[GwenOnBass]

We may hope they are unaware of our world, for it's anyone's guess what they may conclude were they aware of us.

 

[Jeff Scott]

Oh, they're aware of us, they're just not talkin'.

 

[beans-on-toast]

I used to worry about the infinity of space when I was a little kid. I've grown to set aside that which I can't comprehend and not let it bother me. There's too much to contend with.

 

[mikeoso]

I retired 14 years ago from my paying day job. Fortunately, I had and have so many other things going on in my life that I don't understand how I ever had time to HAVE a paying day job. Sometimes I wonder if I was actually even working. Did I dream it all?

The good news is that almost all of the stuff I do, except a few gigs and weekly jams, happen here on my place, so even the Thing That's Going Around hasn't put a crimp in them. Parrots, garden, woodshop, house reno...and of course the society available via this contraption in front of me.

 

[GwenOnBass]

Tossing some likes from the orthopedic surgeon's exam room.

 

[beans-on-toast]

Tossing some likes from the orthopedic surgeon's exam room.

I hope that they pass their exam before they practice on you.

 

[StereoPlayer]

I hope that they pass their exam before they practice on you.

My boss from my retirement job always said that. They're practicing medicine.

The stuff I was "programed" with....

 

[StereoPlayer]

Tossing some likes from the orthopedic surgeon's exam room.

The best to you!

 

[Polish Thunder]

I hope that they pass their exam before they practice on you.

What do you call a student that graduates bottom of their class in Med School?

A doctor.

 

[beans-on-toast]

..../Parrots, garden, woodshop, house reno...and of course the society available via this contraption in front of me.

Are you able to grow enough fruit and veg to sustain yourself throughout the year?

A good book and web site: Small-Scale Organic Farming Handbook — The Market Gardener

 

[beans-on-toast]

What do you call a student that graduates bottom of their class in Med School?

A doctor.

I was going to say a proctologist.

 

[GwenOnBass]

Speaking of programming (and now writing from the comfort of my own desk)

Back on the exam table, today's X-ray results are displayed on the computer monitor to my left. What rises in me is the absolute knowledge I am examining is the terminus of my ulna. Ulna. I know it so deep inside me it came like muscle memory, unbidden. In being present to this certainty, there lurks the knowledge that

My father's condition of me leaving home (for <ahem> more school) was I demonstrated a functional understanding of anatomy and physiology. Especially how muscles work ... every bit of those nights with him and flash cards he made is still rolling around in there somewhere, as evident by today's micro-illumination.

Not much to say beyond that, and what we all call The Aging Process. For me, it's not a question of what osteoarthritis does, but the rate at which it advances. As of today, no significant change in three months. Fingers and hands are free of it. Elbow, a bit less. Knees and

and So It Goes, another Wednesday in early autumn sunshine. A fine coffee, a very productive meeting just prior, and a very happy dog.

 

[GwenOnBass]

I was going to say a proctologist.

Never ask about the forensic proctologist. (much less ask who sees that as their dream job. Don't. Want. To. Know.)

 

[Deleted member 268085]

Yes, the Tokyo Metro is very crowded and strangers often have to stand uncomfortably close to one another. They used to employ pushers called passenger arrangement staff.

Same in Seoul, Korea. Made the mistake of taking the metro there once during rush hour. I was wedged in so tight, I only had one foot on the floor, the other in the air, computer briefcase at about waist height and leaning forward at a 30° angle with my left hand against a window, keeping me upright. Missed my connecting stop by 3, so had to load back in, go the other way and try again.

New Yorkers have NO idea, and all the do is beatch.