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Post by epaul on Apr 13, 2024 18:55:44 GMT -5
Lovely sunny day. Retrieving my mountain bike from the shop to serve as transportation until we get a new vehicle for our daughter. She is currently driving my van. I am a grouchy old man and want my vehicle back... Let her have the old van. You need a new Mustang!
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Post by amanajoe on Apr 13, 2024 19:15:08 GMT -5
Bumper sticker I just saw on a Honda minivan: I used to be cool.I want to make one from the title or Art Thieme’s album, “The older I get,the better I was”.
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Post by billhammond on Apr 13, 2024 19:21:03 GMT -5
I want to make one from the title or Art Thieme’s album, “The older I get, the better I was”. That's a popular shirt slogan for skiers, with "faster" instead of "better."
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Post by millring on Apr 14, 2024 6:04:32 GMT -5
In the magical romantic years of their youth -- their 30s and 40s -- they took over the family homestead, already a hundred years old and needing the attention only youth or money or both could bring to it. The previous generation -- her parents -- had more or less abandoned the old brick place for a new stick built home where the HVAC and electrical hadn't been cobbled into existence, and the floors were carpeted wall to wall. Given the old place in which to raise their next generation, they repaired what they could of the once grand house and then spent hours and hours of toil, dreams, and a bit of humor landscaping the entire yard with gardens whimsically planted around old and mostly rusted farm machinery. The evergreens at the time so small that they bent over them to plant them have long since overgrown the front yard, shading the flower beds and hiding the house from the road out front. The thousands of bulbed perennials are popping up through the weeds that now cover the once tended places. Even their flowers can't compete for attention anymore. Grass never being part of the plan, the weeds rule supreme. The farm machinery remains the archaeology of a once civilized garden. The 30-40 year olds are now themselves in their 80s. The old brick place and the gardens have long since become too much for them to maintain. A few times in my brief drive-bys I would see her out in the garden with a young woman who was obviously helping drag away fallen limbs and bags of uprooted weeds. I'd see small sections of those gardens appear almost restored. But in the end entropy won. It always does with these old places. The now 80-somethings have moved. They've again taken over her parent's house -- that "new" stick built place with the carpeted floors and the low maintenance. A few months ago a new name moved into the old brick place. The name doesn't match. Maybe it's family and maybe not. I wonder if this generation's youthful dreams will be enough to bring the gardens back to life?
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Post by epaul on Apr 14, 2024 8:43:04 GMT -5
I think I'll let a few more posts go up as a cushion before I post my daily about my adventure with the cat.
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