TSCLT 12.0: The pantheon hates a pussy 2.0

The parents of many of my life-long friends are starting to die off. Four deaths this month and two on the door-step. My parents, both in their mid-80s are having some health troubles - one with heart issues and the other with Alzheimer's. It's sad to see that generation, who all hung out as friends in the 60s and 70s, as old and frail. They were friends, their parents were friends, and their children (my generation) are friends.

It makes one pensive.
 
The last time I saw a Catalina in-person was at the airfield in Soldotna in about 1981. It was owned by an adventure club and they were in Soldotna to fish for King Salmon in the Kenai River. I had just landed in a little Piper twin and we were on the parking apron when the Catalina touched down. She was a pretty thing.
 
Dr. Tyler will be 91 in another quarter. No big phoophoo this year - we did that last year. Sadly, I was going to take her out of town next week and the week of her birthday, but she has gotten so she doesn't want to sit for an extended period of time. I'm pretty sure that I don't want to book airfare for her birthday week trip, not when I can drive.


She still has friends. Most of them are somewhat to somewhat more younger than she is. In fact, I can't think of one who is older. She has been watching her former across-the-street neighbor disintegrate from Alzheimer's. Makes her grateful she doesn't have it. She is more difficult to talk to because she is forgetful. But she has always been selfish, too, and she always tells the same fucking story over and over. Yesterday, she told the same one twice in the same conversation. But she still knows all of the important stuff, and she still worries about things she cannot control. So, generally, she's like she's always been in many cases.


Of course, some of my friends are shuffling off.


And too many Litsters still draw breath . . . .


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I thought I was supposed to be the negative downer of this group?
Sheesh, you're all talking about death and dying on a Friday when I have the weekend off!
Get yourselves a nice cuppa something and celebrate that we're all here now.


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Since the forecast is predicting a 100% chance of rain tomorrow and 90% chance this evening, death seems fitting to chat about.
 
I was talking about too many Litsters bitching about the ozone layer and all the while fucking it up with exhaling CO2 and farting. Death would be an improvement.


And some of my subcontractors, present and former. All of the weasels.


And converting merchant shipping back to sail so's I can drive anvils into the 23rd century.


All of this shit is really upbeat, yanno . . . .


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Two F1s touched down south of us yesterday and a few more passed overhead. When I was a kid we got six or seven twisters a year and almost none touched down. This year we've had 49 already and our first F4, it does scare me and I'm seriously considering relocating, although the weather is only a minor consideration in that equation.
 
Came home to leftovers. Let them go out to eat. My head wasn't there tonight.


Bike's running very well. Lotsa balls . . . .


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Wat is cooking for one.


Happy Saturday!!! Slept well. Should be going to work today but the wood butchers are doing their weasel imitation today. No matter. I won't miss the drive and it's up to the director of the department to come up with the target date. So there's breakfast with the good Dr. Tyler and then a list of stuff to do around here, including getting the rig ready for next week's road trip.


Coffee first, regardless . . . .


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Hence the weasel-word "nearly."


I have a wee ratchet which works like the one in hte picture.


And it's not a nurse, either.


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Love that car.

Was watching old movies last night.

I think the only proper color for a coupe is black.
 
I have a woodpecker who has dedicated his life to picking off all of the little house ants on the hummingbird feeder. The only problem is that it's mounted on the picture window which turns into an amplifying sounding board.

I'm thinking about pancakes. I might have to fire up the griddle...
 
I like maroon coupes. There's a '40 anvil for sale over across the river. Been that way for a few months. My guess is, it ain't quite as pretty as the picture. But is still ain't too expensive, not like a couple of the others I've seen - and you know I look.


The best part is, it doesn't have those dated sidemounts.


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This is a short-bodied sedan. My favorite if you have to have two surplus doors. Coupes are still gooder.


This one is for sale.


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The wind gust velocities will be rising until about noon (4 more hours) before they start to slowly diminish, according to the weather folks. Now, the gusts off the mountain are rolling down at about 50 mph. Maybe they will hit 60? Time will tell. I might go out to get some fresh fish in a bit.
 
My old man was 2 when that car was introduced. I'd own it. I got nowhere to put it.


I'ma go out and cut some grass and change the oil in Petunia.


I did go and visit the bike shop earlier to talk about some upgrade shit. I may wind up backing off what had looked like a good idea a couple of weeks ago and go back where we were first discussing. We'll see.


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