Dec 1 2013

Every once in a while, in the housing industry, people are in a position where they have to move furniture into their new home before it has been completed. That is the case in this particular incident.
It was like a psychic moment. I saw it before it happened. The two massive human beings were carrying an upright piano down a flight of stairs. You've seen the type, their necks start at their ears instead of their jaws, theirs arms stick out sideways because their biceps are too big to hang downward. In this case there were two  of them and they seemed to be having very little problem with the piano. Then I saw it, the bottom behemoth missed a step, I saw myself slip in behind him, brace myself, place my hands on his back, I saw him taking the split second I gave him to drop his foot to the floor, and, I might add, I even saw the placement of my own feet so he would not land upon either of them. Once he was steadied I saw his appreciation of this small man who lent a hand in time of need. I saw it all. Too bad it didn't turn out that way.
You know, I'm not a zoologist or biologist, I don't claim to know a lot about organisms and their functions or evolution. What I would like to know is, is there a species on the planet, when falling, will not try to lower their paws, or legs, or whatever type of equipment they have to move on, so as to land upon that equipment so as not to injure themselves? None come to my mind.
So, when I saw this guy shoot his leg upward in an effort to regain his footing on the tread he missed 4 risers ago. My first thought, after, oh, this isn't good, was, when they coined the phrase, "All brawn and no brains", this was the guy they  were talking about. What happened next wasn't pretty, when that monolith hit my little 5 foot 9 inch frame he sent me through the drywall and studs like toothpaste through a tube. He and his piano came through as well, along with dumber, who decided to ride the piano down. Lucky for me we didn't make it to the cement wall, our momentum was halted by a furnace, it was a high efficient Lennox Elite Series EL296V Model number UH070XV36B, you're probably wondering how I know so much about it. Easy, my left eye was only a quarter inch from the label.
Sometimes doctors will ask you to rate your pain on "a scale of 1 to 10" 10 being the high end. I can remember a few painful events in my life, my first broken nose I'll give a 2, the second and third time, maybe 3s. Fish hook in the leg an easy 1. Freezing my right ear 0, thawing of same 6. Catching the end of my nose on a stuccoed column, a 5. So as you can see I haven't had a lot of experience with pain, and I would think that a 10 would come just south of the tunnel with the light at the other end, so I'm going to rate the piano resting on the big toe of my right foot an 8 and one half.
I really misread my first psychic experience.

Have a great day

Loved

November 2013

Ok. So, we've installed hardwood or some other type of flooring in somewhere between 50 and 75 houses in the last 12 months. I have to tell you, if you're not visiting someone you know in the house, they are "all made out of ticky tacky and they all look just the same". Another thing, we had just finished the identical house a block over when it happened. So it's not unimaginable that a person might walk out the front door, carrying a table saw, and step off the porch where a set of stairs would have been if not for having been removed so a newly poured concrete walk could cure. I grant that Google is fast, but I gotta tell ya, it's no match for a brain measuring it's options before disaster. Now, I'm not claiming to understand Albert's theory of relativity, but, the energy equals mass times velocity, velocity squared yet, eliminated my first option. Set the saw down as I hit and tuck and roll was my second, until my brain registered the hole recently excavated for a basement next door. Mind you, it wasn't much of a hole, perhaps 7 or 8 feet deep. I've stood on the precipice of the Grand Canyon, now that's a hole. Even so, option two was out, and, I was running out of time. My last option. Land on my feet and set the saw down as my legs buckle, throw my head violently to the side to avoid either knee driving my chin to my forehead and use my ass for padding to bring myself to a halt. Would have worked to, if I hadn't caught my nose on a stuccoed column. Stupid brain didn't manage to notify me of that one. I've heard of people paying thousands of dollars to have their nose shortened, I did mine myself, for free. I'm playing Rudolph in my grandkids play this Christmas.

Have a great November

Loved 

October 1, 2013

Good morning on October 1. I have to post pretty early to be able to say that to Louise, but I think I've made it. We were given a bit of a scare in Sept. when doctors found a small brain tumor in one of our nephews on Deanie's side of the family. Events went very smoothly and they are satisfied they have it completely removed,  the little guy is back at home. He is Shirley's oldest grandchild at 7 years...Joshua Stinson. The news from my own little family is great, the kids are enjoying their new year in school and Beata continues to progress through the stages of growing up. Jamie and Holly are happily busy with their little family and Heather, Deanie and I continue our daily morning walks.

Have a great day

Loved

Sept 1, 2013

It almost slipped by. I actually wasn't thinking about posting until I logged on and had to scroll for a bit to get to the final entry. Then I remembered I have to keep this thing fairly current. So happy September everybody.

Loved

August 5 2013

I just arrived back home from the north where I go every year to walk a lake. The real name is Wakaw Lake but I like the joke, if I could walk a lake I'd feel kinda special. Anyway, here is a new thread for the blog for August, and I will try to update it each month so we can keep a bit of a time line toward the reunion. It's going to be fun starting the reunion on the blog a year early. Welcome back.

Loved

Happy Canada Day

A bit late. I was proud to be a Canadian yesterday, then I walked through the park this morning, now I'm ashamed to even be a human being.

Have a litter free day

Loved

June 1 2013

New post. Nothing to say.

Have a great day

Loved

May 1 2013

Ha! I didn't forget this time, although it may have been much later. I just laid down with Beata to put her to sleep and almost dozed off myself. No telling how long I would have been gone for.
Last weekend was a great weekend, Marty came to town to play a private party at one of the businesses here and the owner invited us to join in. We had a great visit Friday when he stopped at our place before heading to Mike's for the night. Him and Mike also visited Rob and I at a job we were doing Saturday and the four of us went for lunch together. Saturday night was his gig and we enjoyed some great music and some shuffling around to the beat.
April 30 gave us another substantial snow fall so it'll be awhile before it's totally gone but the spring is going to feel great.

Have a terrific day

Loved

April 1

Not so late this time.
 Once again, I made it through the month without any injuries, major ones anyways. There have been a few who are expressing disapproval of me being on my roof to remove snow. They state they are worried I might fall off and hurt myself, however, if they were paying attention they would notice that my feet would hit the snow before my behind left the building. Yep, my drifts are that high.
The son has a bit of work to do around my place.

Have a great day

Loved

Forgetful

I was just showing Mia her birthday greeting on the blog and realized I missed a March entry.  We are dealing with a little bit of snow here but I'm not using that as an excuse, I simply forgot. I don't attribute it to getting older. Age doesn't seem to have affected me much as long as you speak a little louder and stand closer so I can see who you are.

Have a great day

Loved

February 2013

I hate cutting grass. I used to say I'd rather shovel snow off the driveway 5 times a week rather than cut grass once a week. That was during the winters I had to shovel it maybe a dozen times throughout the winter. This winter , now that I've been shovelling 5 times a week, and am running out of places to put it so I'm heaving it over 6 foot high banks, I'm changing my mind. I'd rather cut the grass. I'm actually looking forward to it, really, and I'm hoping it happens real soon.

Have a great day

Loved