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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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...nor when sitting down at a table. :cautious:

I'm nearly full-blooded Alaska Native and my dad (who died with a full head of hair at 80) always told me to NOT wear a hat if at all possible. I've owned so many complimentary baseball caps but gave them all away. I still have a reasonable head of hair and still need a good haircut every six weeks. Now many of my classmates are completely bald. Many of them started wearing hats constantly in high school.

Likewise with my wife and I. We missed seeing our family in Canada last year and plan on an August visit if, of course, Canada lets us in :eek:.

Best of luck, I get it. Hope you get there in August!

I have a magic card because of the AICD (pacemaker/defibrillator) and thought that I would be responsible and wave it the first time I took a plane afterward. Oh geeze, never again. They get all officious/suspicious, two of them make a big deal about taking me around the corner into another room, have me stand with my feet on the painted feetprints on the floor while they never so much as glance at the magic card I'm still holding and oh-so-carefully wand me with their little device before finally releasing me, all the while looking at me askance as though they're sure I still must be up to something. On the return trip I left the magic card in my wallet, removed belt, shoes and keys and strolled through the detector -- which didn't make so much as a chirp -- retrieved my possessions and got on the plane. If I ever fly commercially again, and I hope I never do, the magic card will only come out if and when I set off a detector device.

We travel(ed) (hope to travel in the fall) on Alaska Airlines. During booking the flight online, we ALWAYS check "Wife needs special care for boarding." She does have trouble due to COPD walking long distances. So we get two wheelchairs and are whisked right through TSA. I don't need a wheelchair but if the young'uns push us we get there twice as fast. Next time you fly see if your airlines provides special services for your wife or yourself. No card needed.

Mother nature created the snow, she should clean it up.

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Ever live near geese?

As a matter of fact, we live near a water park that is in the flight zone of Canada Geese. It's so nice here in California, they have decided to not fly north.

They sleep in the park, fly west to food source in the am, then fly back before nightfall. Accordingly, we are compelled to wash our cars more frequently and never look up with mouths open when they do their "honking" fly-by.
 
Tell me about it...:poop:...
In '97, I started a new job driving mail from Ft. Lauderdale to Jacksonville, FL, midnight to 0800. They provided a bunkhouse for us and I'd lay over 'til the evening and head back south. On the way to the bunkhouse my first trip, I heard what sounded like a child screaming-'cept I knew immediately what it really was: up in a tree sat a peacock. He'd taken up residence at the company truck parking lot. Peacocks leave a helluva mess.
 
Something I have very much missed doing since The Bad Thing shut everything down is visiting heart surgery patients in the hospital as part of a nationwide program called Mended Hearts. I think it might be another year before hospitals allow volunteers to come back. [soapbox] Anyway, using a snow shovel is A Very Bad Idea for people who have had a certain number of birthdays, even if they haven't (yet?) found out they're a heart patient. Upper body exertion in the cold, such as shoveling snow, is terrifically taxing on the heart, and it's by doing just that that some folks tragically learn that they are, indeed, a heart patient. Goodness knows I shoveled tons when I was a youngster, but that came to a screeching halt 28 years ago, when I was but 40 and had a (given my family history, an almost-planned-for) heart attack and subsequent bypass surgery. The docs told me my snow shoveling days were over. Really broke me up, that did. When visiting patients, a good number of them say they worked out, were in shape, etc., couldn't understand why they had a problem. Well, because a chunk of plaque detached from the wall of a coronary artery and moved downstream and caused a blockage. Stuff happens. Remember the trenchant words of W. H. Auden:
As the poets have mournfully sung,
Death takes the innocent young.
The rolling-in-money,
The screamingly-funny,
And those who are very well hung.

Those of us who are "of a certain age" should not shovel snow. Heart disease is the number one killer of women, too. No snow shoveling for them after a sufficient number of birthdays, either. Leave it for the young. How awful would it be to survive Covid, only to die shoveling one's driveway? [/soapbox]

Besides ability to do manual labor, there is also the "I don't want to do that anymore" perspective. That is occurring more often the past few years. We're having a sprinkler system installed. I'm tired of dragging hoses around the yard, babysitting it, then getting side tracked and forgetting the water is running. It's a little pricey but will save a few bucks on water and maybe add some value to the house.
 
Besides the usual grumbling about dog poo, idiot drivers (twice today), and other assorted annoyances, I worked on the wood to sawdust conversion project. I'll finish the sawdust phase tomorrow and maybe even get it completed!

I think I set a personal best for power tool usage today - jig saw, router, drill press, hand held drill, shop vac. Five - count 'em - FIVE!

coffee table
 
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