Dust to Dust and Women:
Thought for the Day:
Be civil to all; sociable to many; familiar with few; friend to one; enemy to none.
Benjamin Franklin
Dateline: Indianapolis, Indiana USA
Governor Mitch Daniels asks a question of his supporters at a local Fundamentalist Run Day Care yesterday: “Who wants to smell my finger?”
The crowd went wild:
My Weekend Review:
I have a lot of sisters. Need I say more? Add to that the mother of my birth and you have a recipe for a long painful weekend if the task at hand involves cleaning out and going through the personal effects of my Grandparents. Now my Grandparents we something else, chiefly they were the reason I moved up to this cold barren land (it is in the winter, in the summer it’s oppressively hot and humid).
They lived through the depression, as a result my grandfather taught me many skills that in today’s world are lost and/or only held by advanced followers of certain Amish Sects. I was taught how to butcher cute farm animals, shoot straight, how to hunt and trap, how to crew tobacco, smoke a cigar, drink good whiskey, how to harness a team of draft horses, how to look a man in the eye when your talking to him and how to meet a stranger (Grandpa never met a stranger). Going through his personnel effects is creepy and cool at the same time. They saved everything and I mean everything. Everything is labeled, dates and packed away.
It was really cool looking at the stuff they saved from Cuba. Yes, my grandparents lived in Cuba during the 40”s and 50’s. That’s where my mother was born. They lost everything and instead of being bitter Grandpa said, “see what happens when you don’t treat people right; they get some in dirty bearded asshole and let everything go to hell”. Guess that makes me Cuban-Irish-Scots-America on my mother’s side. My family is crazy like that
There in lays the problem. I spent both Sat and Sun crawling around a pulling a 150 years of stuff down from the attic. I might add that Sunday I realized it was an attic full of Asbestos insulation (Mrs. JQP said she might be able to join the class action lawsuit for mesothelioma after all).
The women folk of my family want to keep everything. Yes, everything. My grandparents stored box after box of old bottles (they used to make their own booze) they want to keep that crap. If I hear one more time, hey we can put that on E-Bay, I am going to scream, for starters who is going to put that on E-Bay? Most of them don’t even have a computer.
Damn, I moved box after box, from one place in the house to the next all weekend long. The only cool thing was when my brother-in-law’s and I went out to the shed and smoked Swisher Sweet Cigars and drank Budweiser (I know, I know, but when in Rome). Now grandpa had some kick ass tools, you know all the stuff you need for that one job but don’t have. We spent the day playing “Do you know what this is?” I won. 80% of his stuff belongs in a museum somewhere. Hell, I found a tool box and owners manual for a Model A followed by a box of empty Shell Motor Oil gas jars from the 20’s with the labels and tin oil funnels still on them.
So, the venting somewhat out of the way they only progress we made was to move everything down from the attic and stack it in around the house, then move those stacks from Point A to Point B.
On the Day Ahead:
I am feeling better, Nyquil just kicks ass that and the chicken soup my loving bride made for me, the gallon of water she made me drink and the hand-full of vitamins she forced down my throat. Add to that 14 hours of sleep and I think I am on the mend.
Today, I am doing labor cost studies and program performance evaluation. Yes, its as fun has it sounds. This afternoon I am going to observe a school based program up in Amish county. I hope to be able to stop by somewhere and eat. The Amish are good cooks and bake some great bread. Other than that, there are no crisis’s looming. However I have not yet encountered The Borg.
Your Bill for the Day:
"When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that."
--The Winter's Tale (IV, iv, 159-161)
Quote for the Day:
Genius is born--not paid.
Oscar Wilde
I remain the kid from your childhood who always said “I dare you, you chicken”:
JQP esq.
Be civil to all; sociable to many; familiar with few; friend to one; enemy to none.
Benjamin Franklin
Dateline: Indianapolis, Indiana USA
Governor Mitch Daniels asks a question of his supporters at a local Fundamentalist Run Day Care yesterday: “Who wants to smell my finger?”
The crowd went wild:
My Weekend Review:
I have a lot of sisters. Need I say more? Add to that the mother of my birth and you have a recipe for a long painful weekend if the task at hand involves cleaning out and going through the personal effects of my Grandparents. Now my Grandparents we something else, chiefly they were the reason I moved up to this cold barren land (it is in the winter, in the summer it’s oppressively hot and humid).
They lived through the depression, as a result my grandfather taught me many skills that in today’s world are lost and/or only held by advanced followers of certain Amish Sects. I was taught how to butcher cute farm animals, shoot straight, how to hunt and trap, how to crew tobacco, smoke a cigar, drink good whiskey, how to harness a team of draft horses, how to look a man in the eye when your talking to him and how to meet a stranger (Grandpa never met a stranger). Going through his personnel effects is creepy and cool at the same time. They saved everything and I mean everything. Everything is labeled, dates and packed away.
It was really cool looking at the stuff they saved from Cuba. Yes, my grandparents lived in Cuba during the 40”s and 50’s. That’s where my mother was born. They lost everything and instead of being bitter Grandpa said, “see what happens when you don’t treat people right; they get some in dirty bearded asshole and let everything go to hell”. Guess that makes me Cuban-Irish-Scots-America on my mother’s side. My family is crazy like that
There in lays the problem. I spent both Sat and Sun crawling around a pulling a 150 years of stuff down from the attic. I might add that Sunday I realized it was an attic full of Asbestos insulation (Mrs. JQP said she might be able to join the class action lawsuit for mesothelioma after all).
The women folk of my family want to keep everything. Yes, everything. My grandparents stored box after box of old bottles (they used to make their own booze) they want to keep that crap. If I hear one more time, hey we can put that on E-Bay, I am going to scream, for starters who is going to put that on E-Bay? Most of them don’t even have a computer.
Damn, I moved box after box, from one place in the house to the next all weekend long. The only cool thing was when my brother-in-law’s and I went out to the shed and smoked Swisher Sweet Cigars and drank Budweiser (I know, I know, but when in Rome). Now grandpa had some kick ass tools, you know all the stuff you need for that one job but don’t have. We spent the day playing “Do you know what this is?” I won. 80% of his stuff belongs in a museum somewhere. Hell, I found a tool box and owners manual for a Model A followed by a box of empty Shell Motor Oil gas jars from the 20’s with the labels and tin oil funnels still on them.
So, the venting somewhat out of the way they only progress we made was to move everything down from the attic and stack it in around the house, then move those stacks from Point A to Point B.
On the Day Ahead:
I am feeling better, Nyquil just kicks ass that and the chicken soup my loving bride made for me, the gallon of water she made me drink and the hand-full of vitamins she forced down my throat. Add to that 14 hours of sleep and I think I am on the mend.
Today, I am doing labor cost studies and program performance evaluation. Yes, its as fun has it sounds. This afternoon I am going to observe a school based program up in Amish county. I hope to be able to stop by somewhere and eat. The Amish are good cooks and bake some great bread. Other than that, there are no crisis’s looming. However I have not yet encountered The Borg.
Your Bill for the Day:
"When you do dance, I wish you
A wave o' th' sea, that you might ever do
Nothing but that."
--The Winter's Tale (IV, iv, 159-161)
Quote for the Day:
Genius is born--not paid.
Oscar Wilde
I remain the kid from your childhood who always said “I dare you, you chicken”:
JQP esq.
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