The exact same sentiments I had about that situation. Well stated.
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The exact same sentiments I had about that situation. Well stated.
Second shot for me friday also. wife got hers yesterday at 3pm, woke up at 1am with terrible chills and feeling miserable overall. forehead feels like lowgrade fever though we didn’t check with a thermometer. she’s now lying down still feeling bad. ditto for my bil who, along with his wife, got his saturday pm. 24 hours later he was fine. hoping for same with my wife. his wife had no reaction. my 86yo sister got her 2nd shot a week ago and no reaction. affects people differently i guess.Mine is scheduled for Friday
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Good morning D, keep Mrs. M in your prayers, she got her shot at 3 yesterday and had a rough night, so far I am ok, the only side effect that I can tell right now is, I look like I have two belly buttons!!!
Wonder how many millions she will get paid for keeping the pot stirred up?!!!!
I hope yawl have a great day, praying for all of you that are getting the shot!!!
Wonder how many millions she will get paid for keeping the pot stirred up?!!!!
I hope yawl have a great day, praying for all of you that are getting the shot!!!
It is a warm 41.0°F here and we are supposed to be on our way to 67°. I bet we make it higher than that.
On family and race: I had the best, most stable raising that any kid could have in a little town where the "village" actually helped raise you.
One of my childhood friends was Gene and he was a black kid and the best athlete in town (he ended up making the Pittsburgh Pirates before losing an eye). That town was Park City and it had about 400 souls in it. If you were racist you could not get a baseball game going, so we white privileged and black privileged kids did not let race come before having fun. In the summer we played baseball after our chores were done. If Gene picked you then you would be on the winning team. The other guy Blake was the second-best athlete in town, but Blake’s team rarely won. We even worked the tobacco fields on an integrated basis, eat dinner together, so while I know and knew about racism, it was remote from my personal experiences.
I can’t imagine being like Meghan Markle and many other racists whose very existence revolves around seeing race in everything. That has to be a miserable life constantly thinking that others don’t like you because of your ethnicity. Some like that that come to mind are Al Sharpton, Jessie Jackson, Jeramiah Wright et.al.
Anyway, on the “village” concept of raising kids; I could not get away with anything in any part of the town. Before I got home mom or dad would know the evil that I did. So, we Park City kids knew the rules and we were forced to follow them. After a while it became really easy.
Yesterday my dad would have turned 119 years old. He has been dead over 45 years now, but I still dream of him in color. One of his best friends was a black man, so I just did not see the world in skin colors because a bunch of my childhood friends were of a different skin color than mine.
On family and race: I had the best, most stable raising that any kid could have in a little town where the "village" actually helped raise you.
One of my childhood friends was Gene and he was a black kid and the best athlete in town (he ended up making the Pittsburgh Pirates before losing an eye). That town was Park City and it had about 400 souls in it. If you were racist you could not get a baseball game going, so we white privileged and black privileged kids did not let race come before having fun. In the summer we played baseball after our chores were done. If Gene picked you then you would be on the winning team. The other guy Blake was the second-best athlete in town, but Blake’s team rarely won. We even worked the tobacco fields on an integrated basis, eat dinner together, so while I know and knew about racism, it was remote from my personal experiences.
I can’t imagine being like Meghan Markle and many other racists whose very existence revolves around seeing race in everything. That has to be a miserable life constantly thinking that others don’t like you because of your ethnicity. Some like that that come to mind are Al Sharpton, Jessie Jackson, Jeramiah Wright et.al.
Anyway, on the “village” concept of raising kids; I could not get away with anything in any part of the town. Before I got home mom or dad would know the evil that I did. So, we Park City kids knew the rules and we were forced to follow them. After a while it became really easy.
Yesterday my dad would have turned 119 years old. He has been dead over 45 years now, but I still dream of him in color. One of his best friends was a black man, so I just did not see the world in skin colors because a bunch of my childhood friends were of a different skin color than mine.
I felt bad for about 12 hours three days after my second shot. I guess that you should view that as good because your body is already reacting to the virus' protein.
thanks........now this dang song is stuck in my head.........
Morning all.
Am I the only one here that has not/is not getting the vaccine for the China Flu? The Mrs had her first one last week and her only problem was a slightly sore arm.
I've never had a flu shot. Have hardly ever been sick (🤜 on wood) so I never saw a need. Became even more adamant about flu shots when I had a cousin who about 5 years ago got one, and then some time later started feeling poorly. Very weak. Got to the point where he slowly felt weaker and weaker to the point he was having problems walking, muscles, etc. Make a long story short...he was finally diagnosed, at the UK Med Center I believe (who brought in a team of specialists) with Guillain-Barre syndrome. Very rare...and they think in some cases it's a byproduct of getting the flu vaccine. After a number of months, where his body basically totally shut down, he died.
Remember I posted this about 6-8 months ago on the Political thread and one of our esteemed posters basically called me a liar...as if he knew my cousin and I didn't.
Am I the only one here that has not/is not getting the vaccine for the China Flu? The Mrs had her first one last week and her only problem was a slightly sore arm.
I've never had a flu shot. Have hardly ever been sick (🤜 on wood) so I never saw a need. Became even more adamant about flu shots when I had a cousin who about 5 years ago got one, and then some time later started feeling poorly. Very weak. Got to the point where he slowly felt weaker and weaker to the point he was having problems walking, muscles, etc. Make a long story short...he was finally diagnosed, at the UK Med Center I believe (who brought in a team of specialists) with Guillain-Barre syndrome. Very rare...and they think in some cases it's a byproduct of getting the flu vaccine. After a number of months, where his body basically totally shut down, he died.
Remember I posted this about 6-8 months ago on the Political thread and one of our esteemed posters basically called me a liar...as if he knew my cousin and I didn't.
They asked me if I had Guillain-Barre syndrome before they gave me the first shot.
Found a couple old belt buckles from the late 1970s-early 1980s in a box recently. One has a lesson for today, and the killing of the XL Keystone pipeline by Joe Biden, though I suspect people here don't need the lesson, and the Biden administration doesn't care.
Most people have heard of the Alaska Pipeline. But in 1979 and 1980, I worked on a job called the Northern Border Pipeline. I suspect few have heard of it. It is a natural gas pipeline - still very much in operation - that runs from western Canada to the Chicago area
Here's a short summary of what it does: “Northern Border Pipeline is a 1,408-mile interstate natural gas pipeline system with a design capacity of approximately 2,400 million cubic feet per day (MMcf/d). "
It's been operational for 40 years, without interruption. People in the upper midwest who are warm all winter never give it a thought. The Keystone pipeline would have moved refinable oil products along a similar route. But that's dead, at least for now.
Most people have heard of the Alaska Pipeline. But in 1979 and 1980, I worked on a job called the Northern Border Pipeline. I suspect few have heard of it. It is a natural gas pipeline - still very much in operation - that runs from western Canada to the Chicago area
Here's a short summary of what it does: “Northern Border Pipeline is a 1,408-mile interstate natural gas pipeline system with a design capacity of approximately 2,400 million cubic feet per day (MMcf/d). "
It's been operational for 40 years, without interruption. People in the upper midwest who are warm all winter never give it a thought. The Keystone pipeline would have moved refinable oil products along a similar route. But that's dead, at least for now.
I have no trust in the gov, so no shot for me.
The safety buckle reminded me that when i was at Dyno Nobel, we received an award for having a million man hours with no lost time accidents, which is pretty good for an explosive plant! We were always told, before we took bolts off or put them back on, blow them down and wipe them off with an oily rag, just part of the safety procedure. Not long after I retired I got a call about one of my friends a maintenance man was tightening a bolt on a spinning machine and it exploded. My friend said when she got to him she thought he was dead, but he is back to work. The wrench he had in his hand hit him in the mouth breaking his jaw and knocking out some teeth!
Pay no attention to Bert. He's a nut.
Yet the left and the liberal media love the queen. Go figure.
My dad was a hobo during the Depression. Lots of guys were.
Nope, I am not taking it either. My wife got the first one but declined to take the second (so far). But work is pressuring her everyday to get it.
Wow! Sorry to hear. According to our Governor Greg Abbott, COVID vaccines are "always voluntary" in Texas.
I support personal choice and will probably get one this summer.
My dad was one of the fortunate ones. He worked in the Pike County coal mines during the depression. Made pretty good money for those times. Until a rock slide killed his buddy and trapped him deep in the mines. They gave him up for dead and even called his mother to the mouth of the mines to wait for the word. He miraculously was able to get out from under a ton of rock and crawl to a point someone could reach him. He cried out to God and credits that for saving his life. He promised God he would take what little money he had, go to college and find a better life.
So, that ended his coal mining days. But grandpa worked in them almost 50 years, was never injured, never had black lung and said a man is not a man if he didn't dig and load coal. He was addicted to coal mining. Grandpa is on the left.
I never dug coal (and per Roy Clark-never picked cotton), but I burned a lot of coal. I guess I was priviliged. Heck, I never saw an indoor toilet till the second grade when they opened the new elementary school. I reckon I was a lot like Jethro Bodine, except I was never a double nought spy.My dad was one of the fortunate ones. He worked in the Pike County coal mines during the depression. Made pretty good money for those times. Until a rock slide killed his buddy and trapped him deep in the mines. They gave him up for dead and even called his mother to the mouth of the mines to wait for the word. He miraculously was able to get out from under a ton of rock and crawl to a point someone could reach him. He cried out to God and credits that for saving his life. He promised God he would take what little money he had, go to college and find a better life.
So, that ended his coal mining days. But grandpa worked in them almost 50 years, was never injured, never had black lung and said a man is not a man if he didn't dig and load coal. He was addicted to coal mining. Grandpa is on the left.
My dad was one of the fortunate ones. He worked in the Pike County coal mines during the depression. Made pretty good money for those times. Until a rock slide killed his buddy and trapped him deep in the mines. They gave him up for dead and even called his mother to the mouth of the mines to wait for the word. He miraculously was able to get out from under a ton of rock and crawl to a point someone could reach him. He cried out to God and credits that for saving his life. He promised God he would take what little money he had, go to college and find a better life.
So, that ended his coal mining days. But grandpa worked in them almost 50 years, was never injured, never had black lung and said a man is not a man if he didn't dig and load coal. He was addicted to coal mining. Grandpa is on the left.
My maternal grandpa stated he worked in the coal mines and he may have but I am not sure. While I loved him and was with him when he died while I was home on leave visiting him and my Mom he embellished in some tall tales. In talking with people that knew him in his younger days he seemed to be more toward the shiftless variety but I loved him. He never had anything, I think he had about a hundred dollars stashed away here and there when he died. He was in his early 70's.
The blessing of a Christian community is the privilege. Mom was raised in an orphanage after losing her mother (Zora Ellen Vincent) at 5 years of age and her father succumbed to sins of alcoholism and gambling with the loss of his wife and then his son to drowning incident while being babysit by his younger sister in which Mom nearly drowned herself. She was rescued by husband (Estil Armes of Sunfish) of that aunt after returning from WWII. After whipping that aunt in a confrontation, she was turned out and living in Portland and with cousins in Louisville poor as possums. They were all Christians. The family history was "Big Bad John" from "Bee Spring" Edmonson Co. and stories about Swedes marrying and Blackfoot Indians. I posted some John Rich stuff the other day. I've been researching this for around 30 years and there is some sketchy validity to the folklore. The family is buried in the Sweeden Missionary Baptist Church Cemetery and "Big Bad John" fought along with his brother Obadiah and his father William in the Blackhawk War. As you can see from that linky, this is a work in progress. We all share this heritage.
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My mama picked cotton, a lot of it. Her uncle grew it on his farm near Lake City, Florida.
This picture was taken after church one Sunday afternoon. A Northerner was visiting and she had never seen a cotton field so mama took her out and showed her "how it was done". I use to ask her if she always picked cotton in her Sunday Best. We got a laugh out of that. She said they never changed clothes on Sunday afternoon because once Sunday dinner was over and they sit on the porch for awhile everybody went back to church for Sunday night services.
The second picture is my mama with a little girl that lived on their farm and the little girl's family helped work the citrus groves. These pictures were taken in the 1930's
I worked KY deep mines twice. Hence a major reason for college, joining the Army, IT career. Major respect for that crowd. Couple rockfalls were a little too much for me.
Me too. First time about 1962 as an 11 yr old in Alabama. Sucked. Forty years later instituting the use of GPS for directed sampling operations from aerial imaging platforms I volunteered myself to assist sampling some smaller cotton plots needing hand harvest. Back in cotton fields picking flipping cotton by hand. As little as possible I might add. Like IU, it still sucked. The sample harvest was kind of like a barn raising though. Everybody pitched in where they could.
Yeah, I know what you mean, I was going to try out selling mine equipment one time and listened to what training I had to go through and wasn't promised a job so I changed to installing windows for the Jim Barnes company in Middlesboro just after leaving the Army. A note, if you remember the large steepled church in Middlesboro I installed all the storm windows including the steeple windows. The fire department let me use their ladder truck. Whew that was a long time ago... I got into IT later in life.
Imagery, I was an Imagery Interpreter in the Army (96D) had a secondary MOS of (98C) Qualified in photogrammetry but couldn't get the college I attended to let me clep out so I went into more of the computer field. I specialized back then in digitalized imagery enhancement.
Just as an aside. I used to love working in radar and satellite imagery.
My darling and I are contemplating the vaccine. I have Gilberts syndrome and Hemochromatosis. they take blood every three months and that has been doing me well for a long time. I am thankful, I may have to dig deeper before taking the shot(s). My one wish is to be around long enough to take care of my darling. I work toward that as much as I know how. (I know that is in God's hands.)
Talk to your doctor. They are bright people who study this kind of stuff.
We don't have the shots yet but my son, who is in medicine, is pushing us to do it. I signed up this afternoon.
Since Biden became president Florida is only getting 100,000 vaccines a week. With a population over 21,000,000 and 6 or 7 million retirees it is hard to get down here. Biden does not like Florida it appears. LOL
Thanks Sir, I have a CRNA and two registered nurses in my family (My children) BUT, I rarely ask their advice except for simple matters. the reason being is if I'd get some type of treatment they'd recommend and something happened to me due to the treatment it would be hard on them. The same reason I'd never let my CRNA daughter put me to sleep. (I trust them but...I'd never burden them.)
My VA doctor gave me a number to call to schedule the shot and stated they'd very probably take care of my darling too.
We are leaning toward yes but have not jumped yet.
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Common scene in the yard. The sound of Mr. Woodpecker often wakes me up in the morning.
Great tool for discovery. I was a member of the US Water Conservation Laboratory/Environmental and Plant Dynamics/Remote Sensing Team and imagery geo-registration a big deal. My specialty was measuring then mapping ecosystem components. I retired a senior Physical Science Technician for GIS applications for U.S Arid Lands Agricultural Research Center when it was time to go.
My doctor who recently retired was my next door neighbor for 15 years and a friend. He is unsure, but leaning toward yes. His son is a vetenarian and a very strong no.
Count me in as another one not giving a damn about the Royal Family.
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Those are awesome birds.Common scene in the yard. The sound of Mr. Woodpecker often wakes me up in the morning.
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