Wifey just grabbed one of our old bedsheets. had the elastic init too. Big ol' hair tyes worked well also.
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Our daughter drove to Reagan Airport in DC to pick up Brian today. The turn-around trip was the quickest way to get him home instead of Brian waiting around for a seat to fly back to Philly,
Anyway this picture was around 2pm in the afternoon in downtown DC. So eerie ... no people ... no traffic, she'll never drive through a deserted DC like this again.
Anyway this picture was around 2pm in the afternoon in downtown DC. So eerie ... no people ... no traffic, she'll never drive through a deserted DC like this again.
Don't feel bad, bored or frustrated @Uncle Willie ... look what it's come to for me. I created Dino fights and send them to the Grandkids. They have fun guessing which one will be the victor. And Miles actually knows the correct name of all the characters in the vids. He knows so much about Dinosaurs, Sharks, and Whales it's amazing.
That's cool.Mike
Thanks Fran. My son says I'm no Stephen Spielberg ... but 'the boys' enjoyed watching them.
While at Costco picking up supplies I saw these movable Dinosaurs in the Kids isle. So I bought myself a set with doing these clips in mind.
Well, Dan, you know I can't say no to you ..
Uncle Willie
You are a treasure forever in my heart.
When I was a young man, maybe 13 or 14, I had an old beat up Harmony guitar, something that Sears and Roebuck used to offer in that old Catalog .. It took me what seemed like forever to work past the pain and gain the hand strength to actually fret a chord .. thru the Years and various incarnations of my own self, a guitar was always a constant Companion .. like holding a Woman in a warm embrace ..
When I got my first real job around 16, my Mother had been quite discouraging to that point about me playing that guitar in the house .. it took up much of my free time and the place we lived was not a huge space, so I suppose the noise bothered her .. so, I discovered a stairwell at my job that had just a great echo and I hid my guitar at work, during a break I'd get it out and sit on those stairs and play .. it was much better than singing in the shower .. when I got off work, I'd go back to that stairwell and play some more ..
I don't like to light my own Candles, but I got fairly good at it for a good long time .. it became a profession, crafting these raw pieces of wood into something real .. sitting around with friends, traveling the Country, late at night holding that Woman that I knew would never return my Love .. because I did Love her, as much as anything .. she was both my Glory and my Nemesis for she lifted me up, yet dragged me down when it came to Relationships and normal Life ..
Now, I feel like I've reverted to those long ago days .. I can't hardly call myself a Musician any longer, it's difficult to play and it's equally or more difficult to look back on the Road Traveled as well as the Road not Traveled .. how quickly things can change .. I'm now back to being a Child when it comes to the one thing that has remained a constant .. coming full circle ..
If my ham handed attempts offer any of you a tiny slice of entertainment value or even a smile, I am very much grateful for that ..
When I got my first real job around 16, my Mother had been quite discouraging to that point about me playing that guitar in the house .. it took up much of my free time and the place we lived was not a huge space, so I suppose the noise bothered her .. so, I discovered a stairwell at my job that had just a great echo and I hid my guitar at work, during a break I'd get it out and sit on those stairs and play .. it was much better than singing in the shower .. when I got off work, I'd go back to that stairwell and play some more ..
I don't like to light my own Candles, but I got fairly good at it for a good long time .. it became a profession, crafting these raw pieces of wood into something real .. sitting around with friends, traveling the Country, late at night holding that Woman that I knew would never return my Love .. because I did Love her, as much as anything .. she was both my Glory and my Nemesis for she lifted me up, yet dragged me down when it came to Relationships and normal Life ..
Now, I feel like I've reverted to those long ago days .. I can't hardly call myself a Musician any longer, it's difficult to play and it's equally or more difficult to look back on the Road Traveled as well as the Road not Traveled .. how quickly things can change .. I'm now back to being a Child when it comes to the one thing that has remained a constant .. coming full circle ..
If my ham handed attempts offer any of you a tiny slice of entertainment value or even a smile, I am very much grateful for that ..
@Uncle Willie as @classwife said you are a treasure. I love to hear you play the guitar and you have a beautiful singing voice.
@Uncle I was about to start worrying about you. Glad you popped in.
Hugs to both of you
@Uncle I was about to start worrying about you. Glad you popped in.
Hugs to both of you
Yes to both, and I'M grateful you're willing to show yourself to us.
(Uh, would putting your camera into a different resolution work?)
Not sure if it would help at the present time.... A good many of the people(artists) I follow whom post regular workshop videos are having trouble right now because of how many people around the globe are using the internet during this pandemic...
'Evening everyone....
Going to take a chance on posting a little lighthearted humor...
Going to take a chance on posting a little lighthearted humor...
@Uncle Willie You will always be a musician--the music lives in your heart, and time can't take it away from you. Thank you for sharing the video with us. 
Hi all, I've had enough for the time being. I am going through Nancy's things that have been just shoved in a closet for the last few years. Out of sight out of mind. I really should have done this a long time ago. Oh well, I'll do more tomorrow and will try to get a box of her things sent to my daughter.
Jerry
Jerry
Well, Gary's credit card was hacked. We got a text message from the bank that $1 was charged at two gas stations in Orlando a few days ago. This is a very common phishing tactic. They charge a dollar to see if they get away with it…a small enough amount that may go undetected and if it does they charge a bunch.
The bank caught it and texted us. We called the bank and also found out that $100 was charged shortly after the two dollars at another gas station. The bank didn’t question that one because apparently it’s not unusual to charge that much to fill the tank of a large vehicle. So that card has been shredded and Gary is getting a replacement.
I would have found all these charges on our statement when I was paying bills because ai always match our CC receipts to the statement entries.
The bank caught it and texted us. We called the bank and also found out that $100 was charged shortly after the two dollars at another gas station. The bank didn’t question that one because apparently it’s not unusual to charge that much to fill the tank of a large vehicle. So that card has been shredded and Gary is getting a replacement.
I would have found all these charges on our statement when I was paying bills because ai always match our CC receipts to the statement entries.
Good morning to the young at 
What might have been is something that I think about more and more as time goes by. I grew up believing that relationships were destined to fail and the only way to avoid a broken heart was to stay alone. So I did that until my early 20's, my friendships were very close, I loved my family, but I cut out that part of my life. The heart wants what it wants though, and denying that doesn't change a damn thing, so love and loss happened anyway, no matter what I'd planned. As close as I was to my friends and family, those relationships fell apart. Doesn't really matter whether it was because betrayal, or just rejection, what once was the source of great strength and meaning, became a source of pain and sadness. I poured all of my passion into working, determined to be the hardest worker I could be, but eventually that felt meaningless too. I still work, but there is this hole inside that working doesn't fill anymore.
I think back on my life, the choices that I've made, things I have or haven't done, and I wonder. I wonder what I might have done differently, what path my life would have taken if, as a young child, I'd seen love and connection as a source of pleasure instead of pain. I regret what I didn't do more than anything I've done, that much seems to be true in my case at least. I suppose regret is one of those things that everyone has to deal with. The specifics are unique to each person, but having them is a universal part of life.
I think back on my life, the choices that I've made, things I have or haven't done, and I wonder. I wonder what I might have done differently, what path my life would have taken if, as a young child, I'd seen love and connection as a source of pleasure instead of pain. I regret what I didn't do more than anything I've done, that much seems to be true in my case at least. I suppose regret is one of those things that everyone has to deal with. The specifics are unique to each person, but having them is a universal part of life.
Good Easter morning my friends!
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