Good Morning! About 70F (the weather station's on the blink again). Sunny. High 96F. Winds S at 5 to 10 mph.
Icks-nay on the ife-knay, Eric. Don't want our misguided legislators adopting any more English laws that only serve to leave us defenseless.
Drew, the fence lizards here often come into the garage, then hide under heavy equipment when I try to shoo them out. Haven't found one in the house yet though. That's not the case for tree frogs, as I think they're attracted to light at night and will come in through even the tiniest crack in the sliding screen door. Have found several desiccated carcasses, though, as they're not as good at getting out as they are at getting in. The worst are the potato bugs, which come out at night and make scraping sounds as they move on the laminate flooring. I think they're harmless, but they sure look scary, and I dread the day I step on one in my bare feet!:shocked:
A friend of mine with a stripped a cylinder stud thread in his BMW GS motorcycle engine dropped by yesterday with his bike and we were able to fix that problem.
But in the course of our conversation he let drop that almost a year ago he'd been diagnosed with pancreatic cancer, had done the surgery/kemo routine, and the last checkup had shown no growth in the tumor. But the doctors were unable to give him any idea of how long that would last, and he was giving a lot of thought to how to spend the rest of his presumably short life.
I was more than a little taken aback by this news, and it really brought into focus what the important things in this man's life are: his wife, her ability to continue without him, and after that, what he'd do with the rest of his time. He wanted to take a trip or two with her on the old GS, and I was really happy to help him do that. But these weren't trips to the Alps or other exotic destinations. Instead he was aiming for places they'd both been before, and enjoyed, an almost sure thing good time. We talked about a new motorcycle, but the GS with more than 160K miles on it was as much an old friend as his people, and it only seemed fitting that it would be the conveyance of choice.
But the thing that really got me is that he's that not much older than I am, and though he's spent much more of his life smelling the roses than I have, it was a clear signal that life is indeed finite, and in spite of best intentions or planning, something like cancer can rear its ugly head and cut short a lovely life.
Feeling my mortality today.