A wonderfully cool and peaceful morning. I could sit on the patio coffee in hand and just enjoy the morning today. Alas I'll be heading out for work in about 30 minutes.
I have successfully renewed my Amateur Radio license this morning. Only after I had to correct a "fat finger typo" I made back five years ago. None the less it was definitely worth the effort. I'm good to go for another 10 years.
You know I'm really missing all the personal emails that folks use to send me when I wasn't working. I don't get nearly as many "goodies" as I used to from ya'll. Now I will admit that I've gotten several serious genealogy emails that I haven't been able to delve into like I would normally do, but the funny stuff seems to have dried up. Hit me with some good stuff.
Sean is feeling under the weather today. Poor thing has a headache and on such a nice day too. I've been checking in with him during the day and he does seem to be on the upswing. What a rough way to start off his summer vacation.
Walter should be heading back into town this evening. I hope that his trip went well and was, if not fun, at least very productive. He and I are going to be heading out to the grocery store on Saturday in preparation for making dinner for Dad on Father's Day. The chefs will be in the kitchen and at the grill. I'm looking forward to the fun.
The fireflies are out this evening, dancing at the edge of the woods. It reminds me so much of when I was a little.
Email & Newsletter Gleanings:
Thought For the Day: Life is a continual process of remaking ourselves.
A man was brought in to the hospital intensive care ward, put in a bed, tubes coming out of everywhere. A week later, another man was admitted, in a similar condition. Both lay there, machines pinging, tubes poking etc. A couple more weeks before one of them had the strength to raise his hand and point to himself and say: 'Scottish.'
The other signaled he had heard, raised his own hand, and said, 'Irish.'
This act tired them out so badly, it was a week before the first summoned up in strength to say: 'Glasgow.'
Again the second replied in a weedy frail voice 'Dublin.'
Once more, the strain was too much for them both and they passed out.
Days passed before the first man managed to again point to himself and say: 'Jimmy.'
Replied the other. 'Paddy'
A few hours later, Jimmy managed to point to himself again and rasp out weakly. 'Cancer'
Paddy responded. 'Sagittarius'
I have successfully renewed my Amateur Radio license this morning. Only after I had to correct a "fat finger typo" I made back five years ago. None the less it was definitely worth the effort. I'm good to go for another 10 years.
You know I'm really missing all the personal emails that folks use to send me when I wasn't working. I don't get nearly as many "goodies" as I used to from ya'll. Now I will admit that I've gotten several serious genealogy emails that I haven't been able to delve into like I would normally do, but the funny stuff seems to have dried up. Hit me with some good stuff.
Sean is feeling under the weather today. Poor thing has a headache and on such a nice day too. I've been checking in with him during the day and he does seem to be on the upswing. What a rough way to start off his summer vacation.
Walter should be heading back into town this evening. I hope that his trip went well and was, if not fun, at least very productive. He and I are going to be heading out to the grocery store on Saturday in preparation for making dinner for Dad on Father's Day. The chefs will be in the kitchen and at the grill. I'm looking forward to the fun.
The fireflies are out this evening, dancing at the edge of the woods. It reminds me so much of when I was a little.
Email & Newsletter Gleanings:
Thought For the Day: Life is a continual process of remaking ourselves.
”Hospital Conversation”
A man was brought in to the hospital intensive care ward, put in a bed, tubes coming out of everywhere. A week later, another man was admitted, in a similar condition. Both lay there, machines pinging, tubes poking etc. A couple more weeks before one of them had the strength to raise his hand and point to himself and say: 'Scottish.'
The other signaled he had heard, raised his own hand, and said, 'Irish.'
This act tired them out so badly, it was a week before the first summoned up in strength to say: 'Glasgow.'
Again the second replied in a weedy frail voice 'Dublin.'
Once more, the strain was too much for them both and they passed out.
Days passed before the first man managed to again point to himself and say: 'Jimmy.'
Replied the other. 'Paddy'
A few hours later, Jimmy managed to point to himself again and rasp out weakly. 'Cancer'
Paddy responded. 'Sagittarius'
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