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Looks like everyone was busy in blogland today. Issues, issues, let me get you some tissues...
I got a late start on my trip to Miami. We stopped for sushi and were in cleanup mode when I decided to do some lawn work. It rained everyday for the last 10 days and the grass was getting high. Temperatures peaking at 100 degrees this afternoon and as the sun started to go down I switched gears and got out the gas edger.
It's pretty old. I bought it 2nd hand probably 10 years ago. Some of the hoses were leaking and the bubble used to prime the carburetor split the last time I used it. Tape wasn't enough to stop the leak so it didn't want to start it this time. Then the pull cord snapped. It's not worth repairing. I pulled out an electric trimmer with a metal blade and it was doing fine until smoke started coming from the motor. Oops... looks like a goner. I got out the string trimmer aka weed whacker and went until it was too dark to work.

We're back at the condo with the a/c running... cool

Tomorrow is another day and hopefully, we will actually start painting.

And if he pushes in anyway, don't let him make himself at home!

How old would you be, if you didn't know the day you were born? Some people are born old and some would never be old if the calendar (ok, and the mirror) didn't tell them so. They think they are supposed to let the old man in. Nope. He's a state of mind, and he's horrible.

I just listened to Clint Eastwood singing a song with the blog title, because it was his response when asked how he could be starting filming the following week when he was 88, how did he keep going? 'I don't let the old man in'. Like most C&W it's a bit mournful so I haven't included it but the quote above is from the lyrics.

I can't remember when I last did a cartwheel and I'm pretty damned sure I really can't. But just because now when you party like a rockstar it takes a few days to recover doesn't mean you never party again, right? Don't let the old bugger spoil everything that makes life sweet.

For a while CS was a haven for those who escaped the dreary world to laugh, gossip, squabble and flirt. Then we let the old man in. (No, I am not pointing a finger at anyone in particular. I am saying we let in bigotry and offensiveness and let them hold the floor, existing members as much as new ones have let the old man in)

TODAY - don't let him in. And if that feels good, tomorrow too.

Its A Choice….

Nothing really to blog about. I figured I would try about the reptilians but nobody thought that was dinner conversation. I was going to write a series II about men and their nipples, but figured that would be equally not appealing at the dinner table. Maybe about my Saturday? I figured, why not.

Got drunk...for the first time since Thanksgiving....same result as that too.

It seems that I am a very happy drunk.

I bought two pitchers of Snake Nuts at the first bar, me about 3 other people finished those off. A friend of mine brought up the perfect idea at the perfect time....take a shot of Snake Nuts through our nose. So, I tried it.

It was fun. lol

So, my buddy Bert and his girlfriend decided it would be a good idea to go to another bar. There, I had an equally good time. I bought another pitcher of Snake Nuts and I was throwing shot plastic glasses down the bar at others who just had to try it with me...and...yes...I told them about my new found way of taking shots. For some reason, I was the only one snorting it through my nose. Geez...people don't know how to have fun
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Yesterday I deleted my blog because someone said something that offended me. Today I think I will hide my profile; possibly reinstating it tomorrow but without a profile pic. Tomorrow I will probably write a blog about another blogger who said something to me in one of my blogs that I didn’t like. I won’t actually mention their name but I will leave enough clues to make it very clear who I am having a tantrum over. After a day or two, if I’m feeling up to it, I might put my picture back on my profile. But then, out of the blue, will come my announcement that I am leaving the site forever, due to my total disillusionment with the human race, particularly its representatives who are members of this site.

But what I will never, ever, ever do, is take this place too seriously.

As I mentioned in my previous blog I had a dream. Well we found a sailboat in the Azores. Let me show you my boat.


Cockpit and entrance



Galley



Lounge



Indoor dining area



Navigation table.

I will be 64 next month; it’s time I started thinking about bungalows and beige overcoats. There is planning to be done if my transition into geriatricity is to be smooth and trouble free.

In order to avoid any sudden expense, I need to start accumulating my future wardrobe now. There will be comfy shoes that don’t aggravate my corns to buy, preferably slip-ons so I won’t have to bend to tie the laces. I’ll need baggy trousers that come up to my chest, and woolly jumpers for the summer. It is an annoying fact that the fashion industry is only really interested in the younger generations: If you wanted to buy a brand new pair of jeans that look worn out and are full of holes you would have no problem finding them, but just try looking for shirts that come with gravy stains already down the front and it’s a different matter. I have yet to decide whether I will wear a hat. A flat cap or trilby, perhaps; all I know for sure is that it won’t be a baseball cap.

Certain habits need to be developed; I should be working on them now if they are to become ingrained by the time I need them. That sporadic nibbling motion of the lower jaw doesn’t just develop on its own, it needs to be practised until it becomes second nature if you are to remember to do it even when there is nothing in your mouth to chew. I have always been a curious person, so coming to a sudden halt in the middle of the pavement and staring with mouth agape at anything that catches my interest will probably come quite naturally to me.

We often underestimate the aged. Driving at 30 mph on the motorway takes a lot of self discipline; just try it if you’re in any doubt. Likewise with ignoring no entry signs and doing very slow U turns at busy traffic lights. Then there is the holy grail of the elderly driver: going the wrong way down the motorway, achieved only by the very ambitious. There is so much going on on the roads these days and it’s not easy to remain oblivious to it all; it needs to be worked at, particularly when you are trying to incorporate a significant element of inconsistency into your driving at the same time. Being able to cause an accident without being directly involved in it is a very subtle skill indeed.

I don’t yet know whether I will be the endearing granddad type or the miserable old git; probably the latter, no point in wasting the skills I already have.

The man at the check out next to mine at the supermarket last Saturday had a funny turn recently; I know that because I heard his wife telling someone. I was glad she wasn’t my wife; I wouldn’t like my funny turns to become public knowledge. For an habitual eavesdropper like me, supermarkets are good places to indulge the habit. Many is the time I have taken longer than necessary to come to a decision about which washing up liquid I most like the look of in order not to miss vital information being exchanged between chatting shoppers, mistakenly thinking they are having a private conversation.

I find women's conversations are the most interesting. Men usually just talk about work or sport, whereas women seem to be more interested in things of a personal nature. It can be quite an eye opener. I often wonder how many thousands of husbands there must be up and down the country under the delusion that their embarrassing medical conditions are family secrets.

If I see someone I know when I am shopping, I usually dodge down the next aisle in order to avoid them. I can’t see the attraction of prolonging my shopping trip by wasting time nattering, but I appreciate those who can.

What do you think about owls?

There are a lot of weird things I have either heard or seen about them.

Have you every seen the 4th kind movie?
What about Bohemian Grove?
Recently seen a blog referencing a huge owl disappearing, not before changing color and light orbs following.
I have had an owl hit more car and put a huge dent in it?? Didn't think a bird could do something like that.

Any weird owl stories?

............ Words are poison arrows