I was told an annual visit to my E.N.T. place was required to keep my insurance benefits paying for my BIPAP supplies. How true that is is up for discussion. But, a few years back, when I jammed some earwax in too far with my roll-up earplugs and was deef (sic) in my right ear, the doctor I saw was afraid to try it himself and sent me to an E.N.T. office. Turned out it was the same place I was going for my sleep apnea. So now, every time I go in for the annual check-up, I have them clean out my ears too, and that was today.
For some reason, I don't have to turn up my hi-fi as loud, and it sounds better too!
The highlight of the morning was the young lady who collected me from the waiting room and escorted me to the exam room. Nurnia was her name, born in Spain... cute as a bug's ear and that accent! Along with her bubbly spirit, it made me wish I was 40 years younger. I love interacting with people in public, especially when they're as refreshing as she was.
That's some nice synergy, Peter. I bought an ear cleaner that has a tiny camera to let you see what's inside your ear. Unlike the advertising copy, mostly what I see is hair, not buildup, so it's a bit challenging to use. It's a darned forest in there. I'll have to try again.
Interacting in public, hmm, good and bad. The Laundromat smelled like reefer madness and there were a bunch of characters there including the old man who drove a clean Mercedes and his younger helper. He forgot to hit start so I ended up doing it for him. Or the old man in line at the pharmacy who cut me off to go next. I guess your experience depends on if you want to be there or not.
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Fireworks show prep started today.
5438 total shots not including whatever the guy brings to trade out these mortars
I think they'll be way to hard to do individual shots from the barge on the lake
I have been working on a Celebration of Life Ceremony for the love of my life Lucy. July 27 here at our house. Several of Lucy's and my friends have stepped up to help. Figuring maybe 30-40 folks. Most all will be part of the art's community. Lots of potters, and many others who work in wood, metal, glass, fiber. The ceremony will be interactive with folks attending actually becoming part of the ceremony. We will use a talking stick and have speakers first. Then I will lead in the mourning of Lucy's death by having all write something about Lucy on a small piece of paper. I will place Lucy's urn [empty} on a small table and ask all to stand and gather around. I will then ask the folks to one at a time place the paper in the urn and say Lucy's name. A bell will be rung and everyone will say " We Honor This Woman" We will repeat this as many times as there are people. I will finish up by reciting the poem "Remember Me" I wrote many years ago. I expect there will be tears. I believe this will import POWER and bring people together.
When that part is finished we will celebrate Lucy's life by digging into the covered dishes and have acoustic music played by friends we have known for over forty years.
Everyone attending will take a piece of Lucy's work home to help remember her.
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The hotel staff is going to hear it from me… You mean to tell me I could have had a room with a smoker on the balcony this whole time????
Bro's at an extended stay and doesn't even know it…
Well, bike riding didn't go as planned today. At mile 22 of 28, we rounded a sharp bend and my wife had a collision with another bike rider, who was on the wrong side of the trail. My wife went down hard, and we needed to call 911 for an ambulance. We are currently in the ER. Fortunately, CAT scans and X- rays are negative, and she only has scrapes and bruises. She'll be sore for a while, but she's fine.
The other rider was unhurt. She was a 13 year old girl who was despondent about hurting another person, and must have apologized 38 times.
The last 3 feet of a widow maker, 12" wide from the neighbor's tree across the street is pinning my car to it's parking spot. The rest of it is hanging by a thread to the tree and resting on the cable and phone lines. Street is closed until the DPW can clear it tomorrow. It has to weigh at least 1,000lbs. Been an interesting day.
These pots were part of a collection that Lucy and I acquired over the years. We bought these pots in the eighties from the Catawba people. One of Lucy's wishes was for me to return them to the Catawba people. The native people who made these pots have crossed over and some of the pots have become quite valuable. I worked on Lucy's wish and yesterday the curator of the Catawba Cultural Center came to our home to pick up this work. The pots will be used in the Centers workshops to inspire young Catawba potters.
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Went walking around the grounds this morning. Hete is part of the beauty. Jack in the Pulpit
Bee Balm
Day Lillies
Chard
Tomatoes
Lucy is still here in all of her flowers.
Looks great, Rodger.
And thanks for the Jack in the Pulpit shot. I haven't seen one of those in 70 years
I was told an annual visit to my E.N.T. place was required to keep my insurance benefits paying for my BIPAP supplies. How true that is is up for discussion. But, a few years back, when I jammed some earwax in too far with my roll-up earplugs and was deef (sic) in my right ear, the doctor I saw was afraid to try it himself and sent me to an E.N.T. office. Turned out it was the same place I was going for my sleep apnea. So now, every time I go in for the annual check-up, I have them clean out my ears too, and that was today.
For some reason, I don't have to turn up my hi-fi as loud, and it sounds better too!
The highlight of the morning was the young lady who collected me from the waiting room and escorted me to the exam room. Nurnia was her name, born in Spain... cute as a bug's ear and that accent! Along with her bubbly spirit, it made me wish I was 40 years younger. I love interacting with people in public, especially when they're as refreshing as she was.
That's some nice synergy, Peter. I bought an ear cleaner that has a tiny camera to let you see what's inside your ear. Unlike the advertising copy, mostly what I see is hair, not buildup, so it's a bit challenging to use. It's a darned forest in there. I'll have to try again.
Interacting in public, hmm, good and bad. The Laundromat smelled like reefer madness and there were a bunch of characters there including the old man who drove a clean Mercedes and his younger helper. He forgot to hit start so I ended up doing it for him. Or the old man in line at the pharmacy who cut me off to go next. I guess your experience depends on if you want to be there or not.
Your neighbors can now take the earplugs out when you play music. Your ent doc will be pissed at you for cutting into his ear washing business.
Sat a nice spell in my chair out on the porch, dozed off a few minutes, got a gnat wedged in my nose 😒
You wouldn't have that problem if you grew your nose hairs out.
Fireworks show prep started today.
5438 total shots not including whatever the guy brings to trade out these mortars
I think they'll be way to hard to do individual shots from the barge on the lake
I have been working on a Celebration of Life Ceremony for the love of my life Lucy. July 27 here at our house. Several of Lucy's and my friends have stepped up to help. Figuring maybe 30-40 folks. Most all will be part of the art's community. Lots of potters, and many others who work in wood, metal, glass, fiber. The ceremony will be interactive with folks attending actually becoming part of the ceremony. We will use a talking stick and have speakers first. Then I will lead in the mourning of Lucy's death by having all write something about Lucy on a small piece of paper. I will place Lucy's urn [empty} on a small table and ask all to stand and gather around. I will then ask the folks to one at a time place the paper in the urn and say Lucy's name. A bell will be rung and everyone will say " We Honor This Woman" We will repeat this as many times as there are people. I will finish up by reciting the poem "Remember Me" I wrote many years ago. I expect there will be tears. I believe this will import POWER and bring people together.
When that part is finished we will celebrate Lucy's life by digging into the covered dishes and have acoustic music played by friends we have known for over forty years.
Everyone attending will take a piece of Lucy's work home to help remember her.
Rodger, that sounds like a great way to celebrate Lucy's life.
Eat it Willie Nelson
I really like when the docks are full
The hotel staff is going to hear it from me… You mean to tell me I could have had a room with a smoker on the balcony this whole time????
Bro's at an extended stay and doesn't even know it…
My neighbor's dog just got sprayed about a half hour ago. Poor thing.
Well, bike riding didn't go as planned today. At mile 22 of 28, we rounded a sharp bend and my wife had a collision with another bike rider, who was on the wrong side of the trail. My wife went down hard, and we needed to call 911 for an ambulance. We are currently in the ER. Fortunately, CAT scans and X- rays are negative, and she only has scrapes and bruises. She'll be sore for a while, but she's fine.
The other rider was unhurt. She was a 13 year old girl who was despondent about hurting another person, and must have apologized 38 times.
Ouch, I'm glad your wife is ok.
Sooooo this happened…
Box split?
I need better friends.
MOW badge received.
Finished hanging two loads of laundry just before the rain.
Check engine light and limp mode in the tahoe yesterday.
Bad valve body in trany. 6 to 8 weeks minimum. So she picked out a new one.
Over the past few weeks, I have put down 65 bags of mulch…… And came up one short.... off to Lowe's
65 bags? Concrete is permanent.
Trapped in the People's Communist Republic of Massachusetts.
My Wife likes this mulch, it's compressed, you add water, covers a lot of ground.
This used to read "Keep Gigi's Buffet Table Clear" but Gigi the Hell Mutt got to it.
Turns out my wife actually suffered a mild concussion in her bicycling accident. She'll be off work for at least the rest of the week.
The last 3 feet of a widow maker, 12" wide from the neighbor's tree across the street is pinning my car to it's parking spot. The rest of it is hanging by a thread to the tree and resting on the cable and phone lines. Street is closed until the DPW can clear it tomorrow. It has to weigh at least 1,000lbs. Been an interesting day.
I hope she feels better soon, Todd.
Trapped in the People's Communist Republic of Massachusetts.
These pots were part of a collection that Lucy and I acquired over the years. We bought these pots in the eighties from the Catawba people. One of Lucy's wishes was for me to return them to the Catawba people. The native people who made these pots have crossed over and some of the pots have become quite valuable. I worked on Lucy's wish and yesterday the curator of the Catawba Cultural Center came to our home to pick up this work. The pots will be used in the Centers workshops to inspire young Catawba potters.
