dittoSeriously, good luck tomorrow. Wishing y'all the best.
dittoSeriously, good luck tomorrow. Wishing y'all the best.
Good Tuesday Morning D
58° with mostly sunny skies as we climb to 76°. 4% chance of rain. I am putting the finishing touch on our Christmas meal. We may drift from the traditional ham and turkey and serve a nice prime rib roast. A Pee-can Meal -Rubbed Standing Rib Roast with Oven-Roasted Mushroom Farro Risotto will be a nice and festive meal with all of the trimmings. Easy and just plain good. Sweet potatoes are always a staple for holiday meals too.
I trust all are well and ready for Christmas or close to it. We have been watching a Christmas movie every evening which is what we do during the season. I still love the classics the best. We all know what those are.
Take care and thank God you woke up this morning and are surrounded by people who love you.
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Good morning folks. Cold and clear in the east.
Sorry to hear about Coach Leach. He seemed like a unique person and a hell of a coach. Prayers for his family.
So my wife is in a knee-high contraption and on crutches from her broken ankle. Bad timing. We’ll just have to hobble along and help each other. I’m at D-minus 27 hours until my hip replacement surgery at 1030am tomorrow.
Last day of work from DC for a little while. I’m try to get up and running working from home as soon as I can.
Hope it’s a good day for all.
I appreciate that BBUK -- and thanks to several who have wished me well. We got it covered. I'm looking forward to getting past this and starting the PT, to get back to where I can do a lot more comfortably.God Bless you and your family brother MdW..... I'd help if I could but I know you have family. I probably only live 20 miles or so from you.
Doing some last minute Christmas wishing.
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I suggest about 1962.Wish those were recent prices..... That 30-30 and 22 pistol would be in me stockings...(I don't need them but...)
Upper left -- Ithaca Model 37 12 gauge pump -- got one for Christmas the year I was 14, which would have been 1969 - a little later than this.Doing some last minute Christmas wishing.
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Best of success.Last day of work from DC for a little while. I’m try to get up and running working from home as soon as I can.
I suggest about 1962.
Upper left -- Ithaca Model 37 12 gauge pump -- got one for Christmas the year I was 14, which would have been 1969 - a little later than this.
God, i loved that gun, and still have it in nearly mint condition. My dad bought it for me because I was a left-handed shooter and unlike other pump shotguns it ejected the spent shell out the bottom instead of out the right side - back into the face of a lefty.
I was determined to hit a quail with my first shot with that gun. We were without a dog that December for some reason and the first covey we jumped I didn't get a shot. We were walking down singles over top of a little ridge when I kicked up a quail who broke down the hill hugging the ground then cut sharp to the right. I couldn't stop myself from taking an almost impossible shot but I thought I saw the bird tumble -- it was snowing and hard to see any damn thing.
My dad and I walked down to the bottom of the hill - there was a very narrow stream there I recall - and looked for the bird, but after a few minutes he said, "You sure you hit that one? Let's try to find the others..." Just as we were giving up, I saw him burrowed into the leaves -- a male bobwhite, black head streaked with white. I'd hit him after all. Damn, what a great day.
Sorry to go on about a single shot from a hunt 50-plus years ago, but I suspect some of you know what I was feeling, either from a hunt or fishing trip...
My adolescent love has mellowed into a mature admiration for the craftsmanship and an appreciation for the memories.You "loved" it? What caused the fall out with it? 😁
Btw, good luck to you and your wife.My adolescent love has mellowed into a mature admiration for the craftsmanship and an appreciation for the memories.
My adolescent love has mellowed into a mature admiration for the craftsmanship and an appreciation for the memories.
Don't apologize for as I was reading, I was envisioning the picture and remembering times I used to go rabbit, squirrel, quail, and other huntable creatures and was enjoying the throwback.Upper left -- Ithaca Model 37 12 gauge pump -- got one for Christmas the year I was 14, which would have been 1969 - a little later than this.
God, i loved that gun, and still have it in nearly mint condition. My dad bought it for me because I was a left-handed shooter and unlike other pump shotguns it ejected the spent shell out the bottom instead of out the right side - back into the face of a lefty.
I was determined to hit a quail with my first shot with that gun. We were without a dog that December for some reason and the first covey we jumped I didn't get a shot. We were walking down singles over top of a little ridge when I kicked up a quail who broke down the hill hugging the ground then cut sharp to the right. I couldn't stop myself from taking an almost impossible shot but I thought I saw the bird tumble -- it was snowing and hard to see any damn thing.
My dad and I walked down to the bottom of the hill - there was a very narrow stream there I recall - and looked for the bird, but after a few minutes he said, "You sure you hit that one? Let's try to find the others..." Just as we were giving up, I saw him burrowed into the leaves -- a male bobwhite, black head streaked with white. I'd hit him after all. Damn, what a great day.
Sorry to go on about a single shot from a hunt 50-plus years ago, but I suspect some of you know what I was feeling, either from a hunt or fishing trip...
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Morning Legionnaires!
33° this morning with light winds. High to be in the low 50's.
Going to do my Christmas gift giving today which consist of cards and checks for my sons and in-laws. Makes it simple as my wife does the buying for our daughter. My MIL always gets one of those boxes of summer sausages and cheese for me every year and my wife told her a few years back that I never eat it and it gets thrown away. She (MIL) just says that that is on me if I don't want it. My wife has told her to just get a package or two of some plastic fishing worms for me and that would be good. They don't cost much, and I would use them but... she (MIL) is stubborn.
Any of you prior military people remember this statement?
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I started college in 1964 and used slide rules. I did not see a calculator until 1972. I was in night time business school by then. The good thing about using slide rules was the rounding was so gross that it sometimes made things easier.Sir,
My BIL and I write each other letters once in a while, nearly knowing we are transmitting code that either wife (The sisters) would not be able to decipher. (Our children as well for that matter.) My BIL's cursive writing (Oxymoron?) is beautifully masterful. I do admit, mine used to be, I do not practice as I once did but I still have some flair. (I do admit though that My Darling has a gift for languages as she speaks Korean, Spanish, and English fluently.)
Yeah I like seeing "kids" try using a pencil when they do their sums or really, any form of math. It gives me a chuckle... calculators were just coming on board late in my education. The teachers were adamant that we could do our work on paper... Yeah right...
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1964 was a good year. And to prove my math (no calculator) and reading problem skills you should be ** years old or there abouts. I won't put the actual number though. I now know why BBUK calls you sir.I started college in 1964 and used slide rules. I did not see a calculator until 1972. I was in night time business school by then. The good thing about using slide rules was the rounding was so gross that it sometimes made things easier.
My cursive hand writing is definitely code. I have to type it soon or I can't figure out what it is!![]()
Yep, 76 years, 6 months and 1 day old.1964 was a good year. And to prove my math (no calculator) and reading problem skills you should be ** years old or there abouts. I won't put the actual number though. I now know why BBUK calls you sir.![]()
You have the same B-day as my youngest brother. I'm 23 yrs older than him.Yep, 76 years, 6 months and 1 day old.
I am a failed chemist. Hard courses and no jobs. The railroad hired me and wanted a business major, no chemistry. It worked out well. The last 20 years I worked in Chemical Sales and Marketing! I actually knew how soap was made and how dangerous liquified chlorine was!
Awesome news! Excellent. Get well soon.Hey D-Leaguers. So many of you were kind enough to send me good wishes that I wanted to let you know that I’m out of surgery and apparently everything went well.
I’m in the recovery room waiting to get feeling back below my waist so I can pass a Basic mobility test and get the hell out of this hospital.
Thanks again for all the prayers and good thoughts.
Good news.Hey D-Leaguers. So many of you were kind enough to send me good wishes that I wanted to let you know that I’m out of surgery and apparently everything went well.
I’m in the recovery room waiting to get feeling back below my waist so I can pass a Basic mobility test and get the hell out of this hospital.
Thanks again for all the prayers and good thoughts.