You must be on somebody's naughty list.
Pick a list I’m not on…
You must be on somebody's naughty list.
Yep, and "trouble doesn't look for me....it know's right where I'm at..."Pick a list I’m not on…
Does the toaster require a high power engine?Got the latest set of plans from the builders. Sent them through to the council to complete an earlier permit application that needed some special notes added to the plans (the notes were so extensive the builder had to go from A3 to A2 plan size to fit them on). Got an answer back in about five minutes, with the plans endorsed and an approval letter for that part! Staggeringly quick for anyone, let alone a local council .
Now off to the workshop to complete a rocket prep for Sunday, and fix an toaster.
an toaster...... Grammer police........Got the latest set of plans from the builders. Sent them through to the council to complete an earlier permit application that needed some special notes added to the plans (the notes were so extensive the builder had to go from A3 to A2 plan size to fit them on). Got an answer back in about five minutes, with the plans endorsed and an approval letter for that part! Staggeringly quick for anyone, let alone a local council .
Now off to the workshop to complete a rocket prep for Sunday, and fix an toaster.
Missed that one during the proof-reading.an toaster...... Grammer police........
My Christmas Card list. Shoot me a PM, though, and you will be!Pick a list I’m not on…
Did you remove him because he was naughty?My Christmas Card list.
(Still way behind.)I know it's no solice to you at this point, but I can offer some context. I lost my bride of 45 years about two years ago. Some of you here were of great assistance in my grief. I wondered what I could have done better for her, I was lost without her. I know it sounds trite, but you just need to keep on keeping on. Find something that gives you even the slightest bit of joy, it can grow. The human mind is a marvelous thing. If you don't fight it, it will lessen the pain and let you remember and enjoy the wonderful times you had together. Will you still cry? Yup, I am crying as I type this, but you will remember the good times and smile at the memories once you get a ways down the road. Hang in there.
I'm 59. My Mr. Fixit mind thinks I'm 30. My body thinks I'm 75.Came downstairs to find the vent cover off of the cold air return. Magic and Smudge ran upstairs, then I panicked when I couldn't find Boo...but a black cat can easily be missed when the lights are dim. Found him. Then heard a meow. Lynx, an outside cat, somehow got under the house and into the ductwork, and he didn't want to come out. When I went back upstairs he decided it was okay to exit. Now I need to find out where the hole in our ductwork is. Not looking forward to crawling under the house; the crawl space is just that, for crawling.
yepit never really goes away, but it does get easier.
I know it's no solice to you at this point, but I can offer some context. I lost my bride of 45 years about two years ago. Some of you here were of great assistance in my grief. I wondered what I could have done better for her, I was lost without her. I know it sounds trite, but you just need to keep on keeping on. Find something that gives you even the slightest bit of joy, it can grow. The human mind is a marvelous thing. If you don't fight it, it will lessen the pain and let you remember and enjoy the wonderful times you had together. Will you still cry? Yup, I am crying as I type this, but you will remember the good times and smile at the memories once you get a ways down the road. Hang in there.
It's like nothing that can be described. I felt nothing like this when my mom or dad or grandparents passed. Nothing like it. Twenty seven years. I never ever imagined life without her. Never. IT IS LONELY!(Still way behind.)
I'm tearing up as I read and respond to this. My wife is alive and well, but I'm imagining myself in your place, sympathizing with you, thinking of other loved ones I've lost, sympathizing with my past self when other bouts of thinking of them brought tears. So, it never really goes away, but it does get easier.
life preserver - More apt than you might think - don't ask me how I know... day 16... and allI had to strap on my life preserver (at least that's what it looks like) and do my vibrating vest routine for the evening, as it's supposed to vibrate your chest and break up any congestion in your lungs.
Good manHad a Punch London Club Maduro while I rode the lawn tractor.
A few weeks, someone friendly and obviously friendly to you. Yeah, she'll cozy up to your sister long before that. With all the things you've got that you can worry about, that is not one of them.Penny, being the scaredy cat she is, is under the bed. I know she came out to eat because the treats I left out on the bed are gone. But I feel bad. She’ll just have to get used to someone strange being around for a few weeks.
Oh, I suppose there are always one or two damn fools who think this or that dumb thing. Eff'm. Keep writing if it helps, and anyone who doesn't want to read it can just skip over. So far, It doesn't look lke anyone has written such a thing, and anyone who does wil have a lot of angry us to deal with. We're behind you.It is just I feel that knowing many 'types' in the community they are: "Stop posting!!!! Get over it!"
Eventually, that's something you might learn to enjoy.Something I need to learn how to do... cook.
Good, good. Whenever you can, think of those things, the happy memories, the reasons why you miss her (rather that how much you do miss her). OK, I know, advice seems insensitive I'll stop.I was writing another of my amazing (astronomy) friends in Northern CA about things I appreciate now thanks to Kim. I love wine now. I may have said this before, however for the first 36 years of my life I thought wine was ‘Mogen David’. So I hated red wine. Real men drank Molsons. Then Kim came into my life and I started my wine education. She introduced me to wine on our first trip to Napa. We took the ‘Wine Train’ the first day. Wine 101. It is where, to my astonishment, I learned that wine and food, mixed together in your mouth at the same time was delicious! I began, through her encouragement to experiment, learned what I did and did not like. I learnt I did not like ‘oak buttery’ Chardonnays. But I ok with more crisp citrus like whites. I did learn I REALLY liked red Zinfandels, Borolos, Barbera's, and Barbarescos. (Right at the time when wines from the Piemonte region of Italy became expensive, of course!) I learned I really like Australian Shiraz wines. And they were a lot cheaper the Italian. I learned that wine and cheese was not some Hoyti Toyti high flauten thing. I was a symphony in my mouth. The stronger the cheese the better. I learned, again from her encouragement, I was not much of a French wine guy. Too old shoe smell. Too dirt taste. And I learned we both loved Demi-Sec sparkling wines WITH food. Not just on New Years. All of these things I had no knowledge of before October of 1996. Of course a $25USD bottle of wine could buy a lot of Molson’s. But I learned that some people know the cost of everything and the value of nothing. She taught me that as well (tho not a financial genius).
And then came food… place settings, nice shirts...
Thank you Joe. Not insensitive at all. Just hard... it is is all REALLY REALLY hard. People need to know. LOOK AT YOUR Spouse! Are you ready to live without them? If not, make a plan. Say what you feel. Make SURE they know. Over and over again. Because if that time comes, I assure you, it will STILL seem like not enough.Good, good. Whenever you can, think of those things, the happy memories, the reasons why you miss her (rather that how much you do miss her). OK, I know, advice seems insensitive I'll stop.
Mind you, moose bites can be pretty nasty. A moose bit my sister.Cat bites, even minor ones, can be very nasty.
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