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The Bar => The Lounge => Topic started by: franksolich on July 04, 2008, 09:29:20 PM
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Well, I'm about to head out, to relieve someone who wants "family time" tonight.
I do all sorts of odd jobs; the income tax work pays all annual expenses, but once in a while there's unanticipated expenses, and so I have to hustle.
It was a mellow day in the Sandhills of Nebraska. The temperatures were in the 70s, maybe the low 80s, most of the day. The sun was blazing down hotly, but there was a thin veil of clouds to ameliorate it.
The ancient elderly gentleman who used to mow the lawn here came out to visit, along with his wife, who did the driving. The ancient elderly gentleman is in fine shape, but at 81 years of age, that microscopic cerebral stroke he suffered some months ago is taking time to heal. He does okay; he's just a little slow, but it pleases God that every time I see him, he's noticeably better.
They brought along a watermelon and a box of fresh peaches.
However, he's not going to be mowing the grass here any more, having done it since Harry Truman was president, just before the barn burned down (June 1950), and the family switched from raising pigs to raising cattle.
The town inebriate was hired some weeks ago to mow the grass, which grows tall quickly, and after his first stint here, where he started in the middle of the afternoon, he switched to mowing after 9:00 p.m. central time, 8:00 p.m. mountain time, and as it's quite a bit of ground, he doesn't get done until about 1:00 or 2:00 in the morning.
How he manages to mow while drunk, and in the darkness of night, I have no idea. But he does a good job; in fact, he does better even than the ancient elderly gentleman used to. It pisses off the cats, though, because they like to prowl around at night, and this noisy machine interferes with that.
Then about noon, the old guy who lives across the river came by, along with his daughter and grandsons. He's starting to look pretty crisp and chipper now; I sort of suspect he's already decided to sell out and move away, out to California, as the memory of his wife, who died a few years ago, obviously still hurts.
They brought along some chicken delicacies.
And in late afternoon, the neighbor dropped by; the neighbor who some months ago played midwife to a cow, and some weeks later than that, got his pick-up truck destroyed by the Buckeye pothead. The Buckeye pothead is back in Nebraska, sitting in jail waiting for his court appearance in a few days. One supposes he could stay in a motel or something, but the morning before he wrecked us, he had skipped out of Chadron, Nebraska, circa 300 miles west of here, without paying that motel bill, and so probably no motel in the state of Nebraska will have him.
The neighbor brought along a bushel basket of sweet corn.
All in all, it was a pretty good day, myself staying out of the sun.
The prairie archaeologist spent the day in the big city, but is coming here early tomorrow with stakes and stuff, to designate significant "landmarks" in the dirt. The soil chemist is coming by on Monday, to drop off some drilling equipment, although she's not going to do anything until July 15.
Abbie, Snow, Junior, Apricot, Floyd, Gordon, Harold, George, Ellie, Leo, and William all dined on pure white turkey meat today, as did Gustav.
But Gustav is worrisome. Gustav is about 12 years old, and was the cat who broke one of his front legs several weeks ago. He was decked with a splint-and-cast until one week ago tomorrow (Friday; I am referring to last Friday), and now that's all off. I was warned he would be stiff in that leg, especially considering his great age, but I had expected that.
What I didn't expect was that despite that the leg's all healed, Gustav still trots around on three legs. The formerly busted leg isn't sore or in pain or anything (I checked), and I really wish he would start using it, at least 25% of the time. But no, when he takes off somewhere, he tucks it under himself and runs on three legs.
I hope there's not something else going on with that.
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it was great. we grilled with neighbors, saw the fireworks, and it was a very nice day.
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What I didn't expect was that despite that the leg's all healed, Gustav still trots around on three legs. The formerly busted leg isn't sore or in pain or anything (I checked), and I really wish he would start using it, at least 25% of the time. But no, when he takes off somewhere, he tucks it under himself and runs on three legs.
I hope there's not something else going on with that.
It could just be weak. I spent almost a month with my leg in an ankle-to-hip cast, and after it was removed I still couldn't stand or walk without crutches. I remember setting my crutches aside to try to stand on my own. I folded like a wet noodle and landed on my ass.
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My Fourth was nice. Had a few drinks, ate too much, had a nap. Think I'll go watch TV in a bit.
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My Fourth was nice. Had a few drinks, ate too much, had a nap. Think I'll go watch TV in a bit.
naps rock. I always have one between 7:30 and about 9
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My wife had to "host" a party for 500 municipality employees from the Big City who were gathering to get high on booze and watch a fireworks show. We spent the morning trying to find some 4th of July themed bowls (disposable) for the trail mix that was to be on each table. There were none to be found. She bought a package each of solid red, solid white, and solid blue Dixie bowls, twenty-five of each instead.
We took advantage of being so far away from home and stopped to have a midday breakfast at Denny's. The both of us ordered from the senior's menu. I had one of the best omelets ever. Our check came to $11.56. I left a three dollar tip. We drove home.
My wife left for her party around 3:30 PM. Shortly thereafter, my visiting son and my resident Little Angel left to spend the evening and night with his sister (her aunt) near Forney. I have been alone, with the exception of the dogs, since.
I've taken advantage of my loneliness by watching television, reading CC etc., and scratching myself in impolite places as needed, without embarrassment. It's been a warm day.
My wife should be home around 11:00 PM. I'm hungry again, too. We may go to Waffle House for a midnight breakfast.
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It went well. Had a big, family cookout at the folks' house. We had burgers, hot dogs, hot links, etc. The weather was exceptional today as there was hardly any wind and the temp was hovered around 95, which is just about right.
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It went well. Had a big, family cookout at the folks' house. We had burgers, hot dogs, hot links, etc. The weather was exceptional today as there was hardly any wind and the temp was hovered around 95, which is just about right.
we had a family reunion a few years ago during the 4th holiday.
it took me 19 hours to get from mississippi to south carolina after that weekend.
it should take 11 hours . . . (or 10, depending on how aggressive you are)
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We just got back from a fireworks show in one of the towns nearby.
Kids had a blast and I think we will go back there next year as the display was pretty good, the crowds minimal and the traffic hassles getting home non existant.
My mancubs galpal was over for a good portion of the day and had dinner with us.
Afterwards the two of them were curled up side by side under a blanket watching a Bill Nye video. Cute as bugs, lol.
Terrible shame that they will become mortal enemies right around middle school and hormones. :-)
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We just got back from a fireworks show in one of the towns nearby.
We have a light-rail commuter train that services the I-40 East corridor. So many people showed up to ride the train to the riverfront fireworks show that it filled up at the first staion and had to pass up every single stop because they had no available seats. People were PO'd.
I tried to make it downtown last year for the fireworks. A quarter-million people had the same idea as me. It was a mess.
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old farm trick, animal favors healed leg...bandage the good one...that confuses them and they don't know which one to limp on..breaks the habit
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old farm trick, animal favors healed leg...bandage the good one...that confuses them and they don't know which one to limp on..breaks the habit
please post the pics . . .
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old farm trick, animal favors healed leg...bandage the good one...that confuses them and they don't know which one to limp on..breaks the habit
please post the pics . . .
sorry, don't have pics of wounded farm animals
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It was pretty good. Me and the wife grilled burgers over at my folks, went out with her son, and we went down to the riverfront along with snacks, sodas, and a few fireworks of our own, and watched the festivities (even though it took us an hour to get home after all the traffic jams). So it was pretty damn good.
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Just another Friday.
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Had a nice dinner with friends, it was a nice peaceful day.After the sun went down I took a swim..it sure felt good.
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I don't want to talk about it. Suffice it to say I dare any asshole at work to ask me how my 4th was....
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I went to work. Got off at 11:30am, put out my flag,
thought about grilling but it was starting to rain.
I called my parents to wish them a Happy 4th of July, did a load
of laundry, made my lunch for work, and went to bed.
:(
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ours was really great... we got to see fireworks around the neighborhood. the sky cleared off well enough to see..
and i downloaded some Lobo {me and you and a dog named Boo} for the old iPod... my husband absolutely hates it, but i love it.. reminds me of the 70s.. :-)