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^^^^old age brain fart
Evening folks. We have brain farts all the time, just ask my wife. Went to the kitchen she asked for a glass of tea. When i came back i had a bowl of ice cream. Handed it to her and she says. What no syrup?
This way to the Chatsworth express........Old farts around here are beginning to sound like the three hard-of-hearing Brits as a train they were on pulled into a station:
"I say, is the Wembley?"
"No, it's Thursday."
"I am too, let's get off and get a drink!"
You Got LuckyOh boy. Just got down from my roof. My gutters became full of pine needles due to two back-to-back summerstorms.
The Fun Part:
Put up my 10' step ladder and started scooping. Right off, I noticed something not visibobble from the ground: A fargin LOGJAM of pine needles.
Out. Of. Reach.
So I reached. And the ladder went. Somehow, I did a mid-air leap, and landed on my bare knees on the shingles.
Juuust managed to not fall over backwards. I think I may have peed a bit.
Anyway, after scooching around to an upside-down position, I got the pocket cleared.
And found out gravity had increased five-fold. Took five full minutes of struggling to get turned around (with my darling redhead giving endless instructions).
A note here... I've lived a sorta rough life: My left leg does not bend enough for me to be able to ride a bicycle. My left shoulder is made of teflon and titanium. My left arm does not go all the way open-straight.
On the other side, my right shoulder has gone the torn rotator cuff route. My right scapula was re-arranged. My right knee has had two operations to remove the busted crap inside. And I broke my hip and neck.
[Switching to Johnny Dangerously's mother] "Other than that, in the pink![/mama]
So that is how I was kinda stuck. I'd call on some part of me to move, and it would say, "Are you freakin' kidding me?" and refuse.
Finally got down. All out of puffin' and pantin' -- I was down to wheezes.
Drag the ladder back inna garage (carefully stepping around the wild peacock sitting in the middle) and notice that my water heater has pooped the bed.
They'll be here in an hour or so. @$1200 they say.
(*sigh*)
"LIfe, she ees joost a bowl of pinto beans." <-- Manuel Labor, the Ole Messican Philosopher tole me that.
He also said, "I theenk... therefore I yam. I theenk."
Regarding the roof-scapade: 80 years old is lookin' me right inna eye. Just a few weeks to go...
Ole Roster the Cog's got a point -- I am not as bouncy as I useta be. If I was a car tire, I'd have enough wear that the air would show through in different places.
I am not afraid to die... but I just don't want to be there when it happens.
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