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And one else see the face,?

"Hey ! What the hell is this cold wet stuff ?"

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My first entry is......"Wow ! That chiropractor truly screwed you up, dude !"

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Sharon seemed to take dieting a lot harder than some people.


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Today we are going to be looking at growing old, and how to avoid doing it with dignity.

People often ask me how I get away with behaving so immaturely at my age. Well the answer is simple; I refuse to compromise. Sometimes the temptation to conform to accepted standards can be very hard to resist, but we have to overcome our reluctance to cross that threshold. As with most skills, practice is the key.

The next time you are walking through a park and get an urge to climb a tree, don’t let your inhibitions win. First, make sure there are people around to witness it. If not, wait until there are, and then just do it; climb the tree. Try to choose a tree that offers some possibility of being climbed, as falling to the ground in front of an audience without suffering sever embarrassment is beyond the scope of the beginner.

There it is; as simple as that. Just practice climbing trees in public places until it becomes second nature not to give a thought to what onlookers might be thinking of you. And remember; your objective is not to become good at climbing trees, but simply not to mind being seen doing it.

Next week we will be discussing ways to assess how likely someone you might want to insult is able to run faster than you can, and the strategies that can be employed to slow them down. Don’t miss it, this is something you will need to know.

What does one do on an overcast day? Well, you can do all the things indoors that you've been putting off, or, if you're me, you get in the car to find a landmark. Granted, it's not a landmark everyone would want to visit, but it was interesting.

I had no idea the area I lived in had so many hidden areas! Travelling the back country roads, farms abounded with verdant hay fields alternating with towering corn fields, and sunflowers lining the roads, their bright yellow heads sagging with the weight of their seeds.

Exploring the road, I wanted to see where it ended up, and, as I suspected, it ended up at a dead end. The great part of it was though, as I drove down the gravel lane, a dike dissected it, so I found another place to ride my bike and explore. I just had to find where the end of it was.

Driving back along the lane, cows lay on a grassy hilltop overlooking the slough.


Passing the cows, I glanced under the trees and spied an old semi truck near the overgrowth. What a find! I love these old trucks and cars, especially in a state of disrepair.




I had a couple of people pass me and look intently at what I might have been photographing, and I'd bet that they hadn't even noticed the truck before.

Carrying on back down the road, I took a side street in hopes of finding the end of the dike, and sure enough, although it's not the end, I believe it's close enough, as the farm gates on it are closed. I have no idea how far it goes, but I'm going to find out, hopefully tomorrow, if it's just overcast like today.

Returning to the winding country road, I drove back to my planned destination - an old cemetery. Now, it's not my thing to visit cemeteries, but this one opened in 1895 and closed in 1946 and someone had mentioned the other day that it was well worth a visit.

Parking at the bottom, I'd been warned that it was on a really steep hill, and they definitely weren't lying. Holy cow! Starting the climb up the many, many stairs, after the first set of stairs, a bench made from boulders had been set into the side of the hill.


A sloped path cuts across the grass from the left side stairs to the precipitous stairs on the right. Looking upwards, and with a bad knee, I wondered if I'd make it to the top. Thankfully I'd grabbed my cane, as there are no railings to hold onto.


Starting up, there are, as any cemetery, there are large headstones encircled with wrought iron fencing.




Some of the fencing is missing on some of the graves, or laying in a heap behind a headstone.




I criss-crossed the grass in order to take photos, glad I was wearing my hiking boots with the extra grip on the soles. I definitely needed them as the hill is exceptionally slanted. Finally, I reached the top where the founding father of the town and his family are buried, their crosses signifying the end of the property at the very top of the hill. You can just see the top and a cross between the two trees from the below photo.


Turning around to make my way back down, here's how steep the hill is, the road at the bottom on the left:


And a different viewpoint looking down the hill:


Almost near the bottom:


On the same row as the one above, a child's grave is marked with a sheep on top of the headstone. A discarded stuffed toy lays at the foot of it, there for who knows how long?


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I love life. It can be a truly wonderful experience, if you do your best to make it so.
One of the things I enjoy is wild nature and photographing it, capturing the moment in time.
I used to post nature photos on CS on a regular basis a while back
and shared 3 photos with you 10 days ago.

So, here are 3 more of mine for your viewing pleasure.

Let me know which of the 3 you prefer the most, if you don't mind;


#1. Great Egret landing





#2. Stuart Florida sunset boat sillpoettes





#3. soaring male Osprey

Yep, it's about time for some fun on here.
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My first one is; "Honest, it's not what you think !"

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Yuck ! Those Trump supporters have horrible taste !

July has been a busy month for me. Lots of personal and business goals to accomplish. I made a do-list a while back and misplaced it, so I'm only responding to immediate concerns and the long-term goals are nearly forgotten. Before the pandemic, I lost more than 10 pounds with nightly walks and doing training to start a new job. Being home for 8+ weeks and the weight came back. We were getting rain nearly every afternoon/evening and that interrupted my schedule of walks.
Unless it's something mandatory, like taxes and bills, nearly everything else is on hold.
With the exception of a pulmonologist (for asthma) I pushed back on doctors, dentists and testing. Some of that is catching up on me and I'm doing blood work this month. Dentist is postponed. I dislike the idea of being in an open space with my mouth open for 30 minutes!

Talking to my brother tonight, he reminded me I drifted away from one of my projects... scanning old photos. Last month, I found an old sepia photo of a young guy playing guitar. Sometimes my parents would write on the back of the photo who the person (or people in a group shot) were. This one had some black paper stuck to the back so I know it was once part of my parents photo album. Many old photos were damaged years ago. Stored in luggage in the back part of a room addition where a roof leak damaged many old things. I salvaged whatever I could.

If you've had something that was water damaged and stayed wet for a long period of time, that smell of mold/mildew is something that doesn't escape the memory. I had to toss out old Hollywood moviestar magazines my grandmother collected that were damaged by water. Lots of times I'll visit a clients house and remark to them "Do you have a roof leak?" most are surprised as they are unaware of the odor in their own house. A few have come back to me with thanks as they called a roofer after my comment and did have a leak unknown to them.

Although, we weren't able to identify who the guitarist was. His faded photograph will stay in the collection of family friends.