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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Did you and the horses survive the heat today? It's hot as "heck" in Upper Lake today.
Yeah you guys have quite the heat this past week. It like the valley but up in the mountains!

It was hot here but we finished the military day tribute show and have one more left to go at 8pm.
 
You know, fellas, as much as we tend to complain about younger generations, their behavior and how they have doomed society, I think we should ponder some of the more positive contributions they have made. Besides, while the latest generation might not be the product of our teachings, they are our childrens product.

Case in point: 20 or 30 years ago, can you imagine in a public forum, taking a look at another GOFs wood and making ernist compliments like "Nice grain," "That's a big piece or burl," or even "I love the burl."

In some ways our youth has clearly made us more accepting of and respectful of others, despite our twisted grain structures and jagged, unsightly, worn out knot holes.

Happy Friday GOFs...
 
Now hear this all GOF's! Roll Call! Report on all fingers, toes, thumbs extremities accounted for.

I'm going over to play with an old friend I've known for 20 years. He's really not the greatest guitarist but dang he has heart. He has to make a pass a few times but he works hard at it and gets it right. The drummer grew up on a fish hatchery then worked there for five years as an adult. So as a result he missed the whole 70's 80's hits. So guess who gets to teach him how to go boom crash boom crash on the bass drum and cymbal. Yours truly. But our 80's tribute is moving along albeit slowly--towards the Alaska Day festivities.

Tomorrow there's a Sitka Tribe picnic and as a tribal councilman I have to be there to host prizes for the tribal citizens. There's going to be all kinds of subsistence food there. You all would probably really enjoy it. Old fashioned home smoked salmon, salmonberry and blueberry jam, fried bread, fried bread tacos, hamburgers, hot dogs, and contests, then the elementary kids are going to do traditional dances. Oh I almost forgot. I'm a judge in a pie contest! :D

What say ye, GOF's? What'cha got going this weekend?
 
Now hear this all GOF's! Roll Call! Report on all fingers, toes, thumbs extremities accounted for.

I'm going over to play with an old friend I've known for 20 years. He's really not the greatest guitarist but dang he has heart. He has to make a pass a few times but he works hard at it and gets it right. The drummer grew up on a fish hatchery then worked there for five years as an adult. So as a result he missed the whole 70's 80's hits. So guess who gets to teach him how to go boom crash boom crash on the bass drum and cymbal. Yours truly. But our 80's tribute is moving along albeit slowly--towards the Alaska Day festivities.

Tomorrow there's a Sitka Tribe picnic and as a tribal councilman I have to be there to host prizes for the tribal citizens. There's going to be all kinds of subsistence food there. You all would probably really enjoy it. Old fashioned home smoked salmon, salmonberry and blueberry jam, fried bread, fried bread tacos, hamburgers, hot dogs, and contests, then the elementary kids are going to do traditional dances. Oh I almost forgot. I'm a judge in a pie contest! :D

What say ye, GOF's? What'cha got going this weekend?
Can't even come close!! Share a recepie on how you guys smoke salmon. No smart ass remarks like "in a Bong" yada yada yada
 
Share a recepie on how you guys smoke salmon.

I never smoke salmon, the smoke smell takes away from the taste of the fish. Place it on aluminum foil, skin side down. Add sea salt and pepper, a little lemon joice, wrap it tightly in the foil so no steam can get out, bake it in the oven 350 degrees. Cooking time depends on the size. For two not huge portions, I bake for 20 minutes.
 
Present and here. No accounting for how I've managed to keep all my fingers, thumbs and toes all these years. Dang this sciatica, though. Can't stand to walk far or stand hardly at all. Lately, can't even find a comfortable position to sit or lay down. Nights are forever tossing and turning. Putting my dad's, and also later my mom's, cane to constant use.

Other'n that, life is good. Wife and daughter, who lives close, take good care of me. 16 year-old grandson eager to run errands for me in his new, to him, old pickup truck. Friends and relatives calling and visiting with well wishes. Wife still helps at her favorite sewing/quilting store, when needed. And I can still pluck or strum my stringed things a bit for my own amusement.

So, get off my lawn!!! . . . unless you've got a lawnmower with you.

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Woke up with a sore back. All digits the same as last week. Dropped my phone on the way out of the house to come to work tonight and didn't realize it until after I got here. One of my son's buddies found it. Had to come in two hours early for some overtime...that means I'm missing the jam session with my son. All in all not an auspicious start to the weekend. Hope tomorrow night's gig at a new venue goes better.
 
Heya G-Dog, good to hear your getting along with that pesky nerve. Doc, wife, and all the other people that hate me keep telling me to get out and walk. Easy to say... they're not the ones walking around while every other step feels like someone is shocking you in the ass with a piezo bbq starter! I've developed a new problem with my right hip, the side that gets most of the nerve pain. About every tenth time I stand up, it's like I have no muscles in that leg. Haven't fallen yet, likely will sooner or later. But I got this new thing going on. About once a day, while I'm walking around (usually at work) and focused on a task of some sort, I step out on my right leg, fail to lift my left high enough to clear the floor, the my left foot hits the highly polished university floor wax and STOPS. So, or course that makes me start to fall forward. Natural instinct, from millions of cave men falling flat on their faces for millions of years makes me instantly stick my right foot forward and suddenly bear the weight of my entire chubby body. Egads that hurts... and sets me back a ways on my attempts to resolve my nerve pain problems. I'm seriously thinking about getting some laser surgery done on my crapped out lumbar disk. That or go back for some more injections. Have you got any relief yet?
 
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