Good morning!!!!

[mostly_gas]

Good evening all. light wind, clear sky, and high temp was 88ºF. Low humidity days are over, heat is returning as well. Made Coffee to start day, Grief share, bike ride, walk the trimmer, catch up on TBN.
Resuming Tuesday 1:57PM post 196,401:
Dennis yes Lynn had picturesque house and landscape. Glad Geo is almost done.
Drew glad you made it safe to next campground. Thanks for the pics and the running commentary, both are enjoyed.
Drew draglines are BIG. Looks like Pathfinder was about 638,000 acres.
Drew hope you can get through the next part of your trip with no problems
Dennis glad geo done. I don't think of gas stations when looking for authentic Mexican food, but found a restaurant in Rolla, MO in the middle of the Ozarks. Safe trip to WV for funeral.
Lou thanks for the story.
Randy(wag) glad stick clean up went better than expected. Hope you can fix the water leak soon. Hope Eye appointment goes well.
Buppies can't imagine what that is like, losing her one inch at a time.
Bill thank for the video, she showed up quick. But was motivated to depart the highway
prayer for all, especially Jay/Peg, Kyle /Daughter, /mom's breathing, /son's migraines, Bird /aging issues, Ron /heart, Billy /mom hypertension & congestive heart failure, David(moss) /remodel, /divorce, Buppies /cancer, parathyroid,blood sugar /wife healing, Thomas /gout, Phil /reflux, Frits /veteran son with mental issues, /granddaughter with Evans Syndrome, Ken /dad possible dementia, /chronic fatigue, Diet not working, Steppenwolfe /son-auto immune disorder, Grev /wife's eye, Ted /knee recovery, /retirement & disability red tape, /family issues, Lou /eye issues, /heart issues, /wife hip replacement, Doug and wife/health issues, / hand nerve and surgery, /fall and recovery, / wife headaches and heart eval, / David(sadamo)/Sophie's hip or leg pain, Scaredy/shoulder dislocation, /marriage dissolving, / friend stop drinking, Dennis /retirement, /neighbor issues, /land development, /favorable winds not in the forecast there, /dad surgery recovery, Drew /back operation issues, /friend's wife cancer diagnosis and recovery, Scotty /back pain, Helogabals /wife's friend situation, Fatjay /father broken hip, Israel, Ukraine war, and Country.

 

[newbury]

Good and bad today ate dinner good on way home you can’t come in lost who I am in great room reading internet probably sleep in upstairs bedroom arguing gets no where. She is going downhill fast my best friend confident wife very sad. Good times less and less.

Hang in there. It's difficult. Cherish the good and try to quickly disregard the bad.

 

[Buppies]

Thank you newbury wise words

mostly that’s is exactly how it is, she knows it I fear her walking on road is a death wish, when these episodes happen 3 to 4 times a day now she wants to go home to mom who has been dead for over 22 years. This is a good sounding board for me have no other place thanks

 

[Buppies]

L4N I once put quads on TR6 noise got to me took them off now Triumph Stag different animal V8 loved that sound

 

[ronjhall]

Poured cup of coffee. 54° with fog this morning. Heading to 84° with lots of sun. Yesterday's drive along the St Clair River and lake was very good. Great weather and good views. Did not see any Freighters. But did see the State of Michigan Training ship. Great view of the Canadian side of the river. Then a stop at my favorite Frozen Custard stand. Will try to get grass mowed today.

Everyone stay safe and well.

Good Morning All.

 

[ronjhall]

Buppies, prayers for you and wife. Had similar condition with my Mother for years.

 

[NHBX]

Prayers Buppies for you and your wife.

 

[Hay Dude]

Good morning.
Pre-sunrise here and getting ready to do a LOT of mowing today. Weather’s cooperating and Lord willing, we should get a lot done.
Fueling up at sunrise. This 80G tank is too small, but at 3.50/G it kind of helps with the price shock! Lol

Crazy 12+ hour days and just a little time for loved ones, prayers, maybe a little TV/internet time.

 

[mpham]

Morning all! 45 going to a beautiful 74!
Thinking good thoughts for you Buppies!
Remembering all victims of 911!
Back to the tire store as soon as they open. 7:30. Needed to wait a day as they already had 19 customers waiting. Holy Moly! Even at buy 3 get one free the tires are over a thousand dollars!! Was going to put better snow tires on the truck but will now wait till the originals are worn out.
Nothing else planned unless I decide to mow the field and back yard. Might just enjoy the day as it is getting colder and colder again.
Hope everyone stays safe and healthy!

 

[Wagtail]

I just read this and have to share:

Heart breaking
"His cattle didn’t get a bid, they were fairly bloody poor,
What was he going to do? He couldn’t feed them anymore,
The dams were all but dry, hay was thirteen bucks a bale,
Last month’s talk of rain was just a fairytale,
His credit had run out, no chance to pay what’s owed,
Bad thoughts ran through his head as he drove down Gully Road.
“Geez, great grandad bought the place back in 1898,
“Now I’m such a useless bastard, I’ll have to shut the gate.
“Can’t support my wife and kids, not like dad and those before,
“Crikey, Grandma kept it going while Pop fought in the war.”
With depression now his master, he abandoned what was right,
There’s no place in life for failures, he’d end it all tonight.
There were still some things to do, he’d have to shoot the cattle first,
Of all the jobs he’d ever done, that would be the worst.
He’d have a shower, watch the news, then they’d all sit down for tea
Read his kids a bedtime story, watch some more TV,
Kiss his wife goodnight, say he was off to shoot some roos
Then in a paddock far away he’d blow away the blues.
But he drove in the gate and stopped – as he always had
To check the roadside mailbox – and found a letter from his Dad.
Now his dad was not a writer, Mum did all the cards and mail
But he knew the writing from the notebooks that he’d kept from cattle sales,
He sensed the nature of its contents, felt moisture in his eyes,
Just the fact his dad had written was enough to make him cry.
“Son, I know it’s bloody tough, it’s a cruel and twisted game,
“This life upon the land when you’re screaming out for rain,
“There’s no candle in the darkness, not a single speck of light
“But don’t let the demon get you, you have to do what’s right,
“I don’t know what’s in your head but push the bad thoughts well away
“See, you’ll always have your family at the back end of the day
“You have to talk to someone, and yes I know I rarely did
“But you have to think about Fiona and think about the kids.
“I’m worried about you son, you haven’t rung for quite a while,
“I know the road you’re on ‘cause I’ve walked every bloody mile.
“The date? December 7 back in 1983,
“Behind the shed I had the shotgun rested in the brigalow tree.
“See, I’d borrowed way too much to buy the Johnson place
“Then it didn’t rain for years and we got bombed by interest rates,
“The bank was at the door, I didn’t think I had a choice,
“I began to squeeze the trigger – that’s when I heard your voice.
“You said ‘Where are you Daddy? It’s time to play our game’
“’ I’ve got Squatter all set up, we might get General Rain.’
“It really was that close, you’re the one that stopped me son,
“And you’re the one that taught me there’s no answer in a gun.
“Just remember people love you, good friends won’t let you down.
“Look, you might have to swallow pride and take that job in town,
“Just ’til things come good, son, you’ve always got a choice
“And when you get this letter ring me, ’cause I’d love to hear your voice.”
Well he cried and laughed and shook his head then put the truck in gear,
Shut his eyes and hugged his dad in a vision that was clear,
Dropped the cattle at the yards, put the truck away
Filled the troughs the best he could and fed his last ten bales of hay.
Then he strode towards the homestead, shoulders back and head held high,
He still knew the road was tough but there was purpose in his eye.
He called his wife and children, who’d lived through all his pain,
Hugs said more than words – he’d come back to them again,
They talked of silver linings, how good times always follow bad,
Then he walked towards the phone, picked it up and rang his Dad.
And while the kids set up the Squatter, he hugged his wife again,
Then they heard the roll of thunder and they smelt the smell of rain."

Author : Murray Hartin