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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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So yesterday my lady and I were placing some decorative rocks in the back garden. Taking a break, she says "are the stones in the right position??" Pulling my shorts forward and peeking down i say yes they're where they should be. She says with a straight face " you could see that? ....... With the naked eye???" :(


With comments like that , we have to make sure your wife and mine NEVER meet.;)
(Mines MUCH worse.)
 
#95 here. My dad had a heart attack 2 Fridays ago. And I was freaking out pretty hard… I had told myself that I moved back to Louisiana to give support to my parents in their dying days…. Turns out, I shrivel like a leaf. The horror was that I'd told him the day before not to go sit on the front porch in the 100 degree heat or he was going to have a heart attack. The good news is my father came through an open heart surgery, valve bi-pass or something like that and is still alive and is back at home. Excuse me if I kiss the sky.
here's Marmaduke checking on me after I spent nervous energy creating Space Mountain.
http://www.talkbass.com/attachments/img_0308-jpg.663691/
 
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#95 here. My dad had a heart attack 2 Fridays ago. And I was freaking out pretty hard… I had told myself that I moved back to Louisiana to give support to my parents in their dying days…. Turns out, I shrivel like a leaf. The horror was that I'd told him the day before not to go sit on the front porch in the 100 degree heat or he was going to have a heart attack. The good news is my father came through an open heart surgery, valve bi-pass or something like that and is still alive and is back at home. Excuse me if I kiss the sky.
here's Marmaduke checking on me after I spent nervous energy creating Space Mountain.
http://www.talkbass.com/attachments/img_0308-jpg.663691/
I hear you. It's tough with Dad's. You come to a point where you feel you should be taking care of things, but the fact is, he's got more experience taking care of you than the other way around and you're still 'his kid'. On top of that, Dad can be an rough cuss when he wants to be.
 
#95 here. My dad had a heart attack 2 Fridays ago. And I was freaking out pretty hard… I had told myself that I moved back to Louisiana to give support to my parents in their dying days…. Turns out, I shrivel like a leaf. The horror was that I'd told him the day before not to go sit on the front porch in the 100 degree heat or he was going to have a heart attack. The good news is my father came through an open heart surgery, valve bi-pass or something like that and is still alive and is back at home. Excuse me if I kiss the sky.
here's Marmaduke checking on me after I spent nervous energy creating Space Mountain.
http://www.talkbass.com/attachments/img_0308-jpg.663691/
Good for you and your dad. Cherish every moment you have with him. Take pictures. Make videos together.
God bless.
 
Marmaduke! Guardian of the stringed instruments! :D

I've had two MI incidents which I lived through, obviously. I have a stent in my heart. I've also had three strokes but I've been lucky enough to still be fully functional. ( Don't ask my wife's opinion! :D )

Keep and eye on your dad. Sometimes dads do get forgetful and do stuff they shouldn't. From the bottom of my still ticking heart, my best to another survivor.

Lastly keep an eye on your own health. Folk in their younger years think that they are fireproof. It truly is a shock when we find out we're not!
 
Yes, many of us can empathize as well as sympathize. Mine is genetic blood clots. Nasty critters. A few years ago one almost got loose on me before the medicines could dissolve it and it almost plugged the plumbing and the pump permanently. Right as it hit the highway up from my leg, it did dissolve, and so I'm still here to post, thankfully. Hang in there!

I keep in regular contact with my doctor about my rat poison dose.
 
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Thanks to all the Grumps for your personal responses! Yep, the old man is a real grumpy cuss and you can only tell him so much before I see the OLDFART shield go up:banghead:. I'll always be that loud kid with a mess in his pants who always thinks he so damn smart but really ain't got a clue of what's Really going on…
I love to see his grump strength returning bit by bit each day:thumbsup:
20 more years please!
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Well, let's see. I'm old, definitely grumpy and I have digestive issues, so sign me up. Better check and make sure I didn't already sign up already though. My memory's not what it used to be either...

I believe that "We don't stop playing because we grow old; We grow old because we stop playing.". My current avatar is an x-ray of my ankle after the doctor put 4 screws in last May to hold it together after I crashed my mountain bike on my favorite trail. I've been told I should stop riding because I'm too old. My cardiologist told me that there's no reason I shouldn't ride until the day I die. Sounds good to me!

Definitely cherish however much time you have with your parents. My dad dropped from a massive coronary when he was 61. I was 34 at the time and just starting to appreciate everything I'd learned from him and then he was gone. Now I'm a couple years older than he was when he died, and at times it seems a little weird. I still miss him every day, but I've been lucky enough to pass a lot of the skills and craftsmanship I learned from his examples on to my son and he's taken them to new heights in new directions. Now he's got a 3 month old son of his own, our first grandkid, so the wheel keeps turning...
 
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Staying active as we grow older is definitely a balancing act. As the TD/Production manager dealing with national touring acts for 28 years, I had to adapt by pacing myself throughout a 14+ hour day, forced myself to drink plenty of water and eat healthy, I had to learn not to push and stack cases, and to be more aware in low light working conditions. I have seen my share of road dog PM's who are no longer with us because they didn't pace themselves according to their age. Some also took poor care of themselves, with alcohol and drugs contributing to their early demise. There's nothing ok about a guy in his 40's dying from the effects of a life on the road.

Now that I am pretty much retired from that life as of a year ago, I eat even healthier, exercise whenever possible and try to have fun whenever possible. The only real tour I do these days is a theatrical exhibition and entertainment show that's all done horseback, a group of us from all over our state come together every year (this past year was my 25th) to put on these shows (I am in about 40 shows in 17 days). Each year my riding partner and I are part of the headline show and we are assigned a different segment every year (which includes training the horses for the act). This year, we did a medieval jousting segment which involved a couple of open passes at each other carrying our lances at a gallop, then a couple of passes striking a dummy. The reason we were chosen to do this segment is because we were older and had better judgement/control than the young 'uns. There is little more dangerous that poor judgement resulting in a head on collision between 2 galloping horses. This is where being older (and wiser) is a definite advantage. Made it through all of the shows without even a scratch.
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Impressive Agedhorse, agree with the appreciating your folks while they are alive. My dad died of a stroke at 63 while I was on the road and only 22 I never got to know him as an adult. I'm just so glad my mom lived to 83 and we were best of friends. She finally revealed that she wasn't fooled by the old "we're burning incense" ploy I used to tell her. ...on another note, isn't it funny (not) or sad, that now we are older MI stands for Myocardial Infarction instead of musicial instrument.
 
All the best for Fnord's dad and everyone else's. I lost mine to complications of pneumonia enabled by a long bout wit Alzheimer's, just this January. I have a genetic disposition much like his, my kidneys going next (dad had a transplant for the last 14 years of his life). So every day with parents will be cherished. they are even grumpier than you are. Sometimes my young daughter is grumpier than me! At me!
 
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Heard enough talk about it. Time for the unofficial "Grumpy old amp tech/builder/user's" club?

"Grumpy Old Farts":

#1 Wcriley
#2 B-String
#3 BassmanPaul

Anyone want in? Not required to be grumpy all the time, just occasionally disconnect of judgement between the brain and fingers :D

Undecided if Mods should be eligible as we seem to drive them to it? :oops:
Well sign me up, I was forced into early retirement because of the loss of my job last year so I guess I'm officially old now. But you know what, I don't care!! I'm itching to get out gigging again, start showing my photography at some local galleries and luckly, except for my back, am in pretty good health. Been watching The Avengers episodes on Hula and have fallen in love again with Emma Peel, just like I did when I was 14 years old! :cool: Jim
 
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