oh duhhhh I thought that was the written one since it was at the bottom of that, like in a pdf or something. Thanks!You can download it from google drive.......
Older Folks and Vaping Back Porch - Part Five
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Ok, never mind........first time I tried, it said I couldn't open it...........second time it popped up with media player, so when I installed that now it plays
Where's all those computer guys/gals? I already had a program on my pc that opens them, and everyone knows......I get that "deer in the headlights" look when they start talking tech......
No worries.....wasn't taken that way at all....just wanted to encourage you as to the great folks that are still here....and hopefully any others who may join in with us in future.
Ramble all you want.....
You mean Chicklet (Eeep), the most spoiledest rottenest chicken in the whole world, THAT chicken? ROFL! She's adorable. The funny part about the whole story was I was telling my friend in Colorado about finding her as a little fuzzy day-old baby, and keeping her in the house until she would be big enough to go back outside and live with the rest of the chickens, and she said, "Oh, no, you have a house chicken." And I said, "Oh, no I don't, she'll go out and live with the rest of the chickens as soon as she's feathered out and can survive out there on her own." And she said, "Oh, no, you have a house chicken, so you'd better just get used to that fact, and stop trying to argue with me."
And she was right. She's not the first house chicken in history, LOTS of people have house chickens. I mean, SOMEONE with house roosters thought up the whole chicken diaper idea, right? So it's not like we're weird or anything, RIGHT? 
Seriously, it's only ONE CHICKEN! 
Just one chicken, but she talks to us (and to herself, a lot), and if I go past her cage to get wood for the fire, or let one of the dogs out, and don't stop to talk to her, she says, "eerrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!" until I go back and put my hand up to the wire and acknowledge her. She gets up when I do, has some breakfast (she has cereal in her dish in the cage), and then waits for me to get my vape gear ready, and my coffee cup filled, so she can come out and sit with me for an hour or so and watch the news. She doesn't really give a rip about what's going on in the world, mostly she just sits on my arm and cleans her feathers.
A girl always has to look her best, you know. I always put a paper towel down on the floor under where she's sitting, for "just in case," although she's usually pretty good about not pooping when she's sitting with me, and one of our cats has taken to holding down that paper towel for the time that we're sitting there. You know how cats are with anything paper. So the cat gets covered in chicken dandruff, and one of these days, she's gonna get pooped on, but so far, Chicklet has been a good girl. When I have to get up to let a dog in or out, get more coffee, or put more wood on the fire, she rides along on one hand. She's getting pretty big, but she's good at riding my hand and not falling off (much). Sometimes she DOES fall off, if I make a sudden change of direction or something, but she flaps down and makes a soft landing and just waits for me to put my hand down so she can climb back on.
She used to get really nervous if I tried to hug her (chickens don't like anything touching their backs - that's where the roosters jump on, you know), but she's finally learning that hugs from mommy are good, and she rests her chin on my shoulder now while I hug her. She's so precious. I always wanted a parrot, but never could afford one. Now I finally have a house-bird. Maybe she's not a parrot, but she's still a bird, and I love birds.
She has to go back in her cage when I have my toast in the morning (oh, she LOVES toast!), but I always save her a bite and she has that later, after Rich gets up and is sitting at the table having coffee. She has her toast, then she hops up on the back of the other chair and sits up there until we go out to do morning chores. She usually comes out again after chores, but has to go back in her cage when we have our breakfast, otherwise she'd be in our plates.
Anyway, she's made life very interesting here, but we both love her to bits. And one of these days, I WILL try to make one of those diapers, so she can have free run of the house even when I'm not right there to watch her. Not that I really need to worry, with the dumb Dobie whose mission in life is to eat all the poop she finds, there's never a poop anywhere for very long before she slurps it up. I should just let Chicklet run the house, and trust that Zipper will keep the messes cleaned up.
And that's the story of our house chicken.
Jup, my eyes cross, and my brain frizzles, but luckily the puter had mercy on me this time. I think it's learning.........ok, she won't understand that first message we gave her at all..... let's make it easier for her.....click THIS button dummy!!!and everyone knows......I get that "deer in the headlights" look when they start talking tech......
The good news is, the window of opportunity to join the Collective (or Zoo, Asylum, etc, whatever ..
"Gimme Shelter" ..
Excellent!
An outstanding program that runs in the background of your computer and uses the unused computational cycles. Most computers, especially when you are surfing the web and watching YouTube etc. use very few of the computation cycles in you machine. This program allows you to "donate" that unused time to a very worthy project. All the various computers signed up are joined together through Internet magic work as one giant worldwide "super computer" to fold and unfold the proteins in cancer research that allows scientists to see how they work and move just a tiny step towards a cure. 3mg posted a link below to their website where you can read more about it and maybe help out too. You don't need a big machine or anything, we all have lots of capacity we aren't using.
Thanks for posting the link.Save the World by Folding at Home on your PC Basically, people with high-power home computers can donate otherwise unused computer resources to research projects, especially cancer.
Me too Willie. Dude you do a great job summing up the way I feel. I got to know TX later during his ECF journey. Wonderful man.@Uncle Willie........
Oh dear......you've got me reaching for the tissues to wipe away a tear.....blushing... and smiling all at the same time. How very grateful and happy I am that we've all somehow managed to converge here. Some of us becoming steadfast friends in this journey we've all embarked on.
My sincerest hope is that we'll be able to continue this thread in the spirit of the very first one, passing the baton when needed, for as long as ECF exists. And....if it should cease to be here, well...we'll all just have to find another place/way to meet up...
You and I got here about the same time. I was made to feel at home from the. First post.As a noob....I opened my mouth in a long forgotten thread and was flamed so bad for 4 days straight that I was literally afraid to post anywhere, and then.....I found the threads that Randall had started. I had found my home on ECF
I've only dug up my first post in one of the threads, that I will link to here. Jewels was the first person to welcome me there.....and in the other thread....it was ElbertDee....
Older Folks and Vaping
They were a great bunch but, the nice thing is we still have one of the most outstanding group of folks I have had the pleasure to know. Online or RL.
You mean Chicklet (Eeep), the most spoiledest rottenest chicken in the whole world, THAT chicken? ROFL! She's adorable. The funny part about the whole story was I was telling my friend in Colorado about finding her as a little fuzzy day-old baby, and keeping her in the house until she would be big enough to go back outside and live with the rest of the chickens, and she said, "Oh, no, you have a house chicken." And I said, "Oh, no I don't, she'll go out and live with the rest of the chickens as soon as she's feathered out and can survive out there on her own." And she said, "Oh, no, you have a house chicken, so you'd better just get used to that fact, and stop trying to argue with me."
Just one chicken, but she talks to us (and to herself, a lot), and if I go past her cage to get wood for the fire, or let one of the dogs out, and don't stop to talk to her, she says, "eerrrrrRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!!!" until I go back and put my hand up to the wire and acknowledge her. She gets up when I do, has some breakfast (she has cereal in her dish in the cage), and then waits for me to get my vape gear ready, and my coffee cup filled, so she can come out and sit with me for an hour or so and watch the news. She doesn't really give a rip about what's going on in the world, mostly she just sits on my arm and cleans her feathers.
When I have to get up to let a dog in or out, get more coffee, or put more wood on the fire, she rides along on one hand. She's getting pretty big, but she's good at riding my hand and not falling off (much). Sometimes she DOES fall off, if I make a sudden change of direction or something, but she flaps down and makes a soft landing and just waits for me to put my hand down so she can climb back on.
She used to get really nervous if I tried to hug her (chickens don't like anything touching their backs - that's where the roosters jump on, you know), but she's finally learning that hugs from mommy are good, and she rests her chin on my shoulder now while I hug her. She's so precious. I always wanted a parrot, but never could afford one. Now I finally have a house-bird. Maybe she's not a parrot, but she's still a bird, and I love birds.
She has to go back in her cage when I have my toast in the morning (oh, she LOVES toast!), but I always save her a bite and she has that later, after Rich gets up and is sitting at the table having coffee. She has her toast, then she hops up on the back of the other chair and sits up there until we go out to do morning chores. She usually comes out again after chores, but has to go back in her cage when we have our breakfast, otherwise she'd be in our plates.
Anyway, she's made life very interesting here, but we both love her to bits. And one of these days, I WILL try to make one of those diapers, so she can have free run of the house even when I'm not right there to watch her. Not that I really need to worry, with the dumb Dobie whose mission in life is to eat all the poop she finds, there's never a poop anywhere for very long before she slurps it up. I should just let Chicklet run the house, and trust that Zipper will keep the messes cleaned up.
And that's the story of our house chicken.
Love it !!!! thank you for sharing ......
Don't get a parrot unless you are willing to donate 75 years of your life to a really noisy bird.
THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS "JUST A PET"!!! And yes, I am shouting that!!! They become part of the family, no matter how many legs, what material covers their body, what their "job" is, how they eat or where they sleep. So I know many of us understand and can relate to your hurt. But Chicklet sounds like a real love! It is amazing how what some people think of as a "dumb" animal can really show intelligence, love and affection. You just have to listen to them. So don't feel so weird, cuz ya ain't!
If you do there don't buy one there are tons of homeless Parrots Cockatoos out here that the owners just couldn't handle having themaround anymore. From the documentaries I have seen they out live most people.
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I'll be bringing over a few bits and pieces from previous Threads .. I believe we need to carryover some things and maintain them in a live thread .. I don't want them to get lost and it's a good reminder as well as little History for new porchers .. beginning with :
And so it is reborn once again .. I'll muse for a moment and say : Will the Legacy be around in 50 years .. ?? Will it continue in 100 years .. ?? Whether or not, certainly the bits and bytes will reside somewhere in another time, and perhaps, someday, someone will stumble upon the stories of us, the slices of time that we're all had a hand in .. as long as the baton gets passed .. Salute to the ones that stayed, Salute to the ones that came and left for whatever reason, Salute to the new folks .. Salute to those that left and came back, and certainly, Salute to those that have departed .. Raise a Glass ...
.. My feeble attempt to encapsulate the Man we Owe a Debt of Gratitute to .. In Memoriam ..
"I believe every one should have a lasting Memorial that attempts to capture, in some way, a tiny bit of the essence of a person. So, on the cusp of the passing of our old friend, Randall (txtumbleweed), I have tried to put together a small Tribute to the man that we, for the most part, owe a debt of gratitude for initially bringing us together here. It has been a few moons now, since TX passed .. many have come to the Thread, many have come and gone, some have stayed .. the landscape changes, much like life itself .. so here we go ..
I always figured Randall used the term "Tumbleweed" because it best described his life. He mentioned in many posts that he always wanted to sit down and write a book about his Forrest Gump like life. I don't know if that book ever got fully written, although he did write .. I hope it did get finished, because Randall had a story to tell. One of the reasons I tried to stay in touch with TX both by email and phone, was because, in a way, we were somehow kindred spirits, since both our lives had taken dramatic turns and twists as the Journey unfolded ..
I'm going to just hit what my memory can bring up, I will be brief and I encourage all of you that remember TX to add to the narrative ..
Born in the California San Joaquin Valley, raised in Texas .. As a young man, Randall and his brother rode the rails of America, as a vagabond, as an adventurerer .. he was a proud Veteran of the US Miltary .. his failure at married life left him a self declared bachelor, although he deeply wished that a Soul Mate could have been found, it was not to be. His free spirit was really not designed for domestic tranquility .. even though he had a bit of the Romantic in him (Randall actually
wrote poetry) .. as a child, he and his Brother were swept out to sea on a raft .. and almost drowned. He loved the Redwoods of Northern California and called it his favorite place on Earth. TX lived in a logging camp for four years back in the early 50's.
Randall dated an original Mouseketeer, her name was Margene .. he worked, primarily as a Lineman, for 30 years. Then, at the age of 50, when most men are beginning to think of retirement, slowing down, settling down, etc .. while living in Seattle, he sold his truck and bought a one way ticket to Alaska. Because the Vagabond was still itching .. all his life, Randall had dreamed of working on a fishing boat. When he got to Alaska, he landed a job on a trawler out of Dutch Harbor and spent 10 (that's ten) years working on the Northern Jaeger fishing all the way from Siberia to Northern California and the Bering Sea .. what man does that at 50 .. ?? And for 10 years, no less ..
And he danced .. a self declared bonafide avid, wood floor, honky tonk line dancer that would tell us about the many pairs of cowboy boots he wore out and the ladies he used to swing around the floor ..
What I remember most, though, about Randall is the fact that he never had a bad word to say .. sure, like all of us, he had his ups and downs, but no one that visited the old threads got anything from TX other than a warm welcome and an encouraging word .. that and his Faith .. you see, when TX initially went in to have a lump on his neck area diagnosed, all of us back then went on the Journey with him .. he kept us updated, but most importantly, he stayed strong, he never let his Faith waver, his optimism was and is an example even to an admitted Faithless man, such as myself. His postings got to be fewer and fewer, yet almost had a palpable feel .. you could sense things were not going well as time passed, yet he believed, to the End, that whatever lay in store for him was just another part of the Story he had lived .. and TX considered us his Friends and Confidants so much so, he brought us with him on the Journey.
So let us rejoice a Life Well Lived, from the man that was instrumental in many of us joining hands here in our small corner of the CyberWorld. The final two slides reflect Randalls posting tag and his favorite saying as he approached the end .. "
The Tribute is held in my Google Drive, thus it can be had for anyone that cares to download and save or share ..
CLICK BELOW LINK ..
txtumbleweed.mpg
Beautiful tribute, Willie.....thank you!
What an honor! Well done Sandy & Kay!Sometimes, something warrants noting, and this particular something is note worthy .. and, I don't think I've seen it posted, which I think is odd, so here we go ..
The supportiveness, camaraderie and general wish for well being that permeates the threads since thread one has been, rarely, if ever to my knowledge, pushed to a real life example .. at least until the recent past .. and those that lent a hand in this should be recognized .. however, since I have not asked their permission to use names, nor do I know the full extent of the story, I am simply going to tell what I have pieced together ...
During a Hang Out session, one of our own here had a Medical Emergency .. thru the quick thinking and actions of others in our fold (I'm unsure whether it was one or two folks) .. an Ambulance was able to be dispatched and rescue our fellow friend .. all of this unfolded on camera as the Hang Out session stayed live ..
Now, I don't know about you, but this fortuitous simple twist of fate needs and deserves recognition .. in fact, it's a 6:00 News story as far as I'm concerned .. I sincerely hope that those involved step up and tell the tale in greater detail and take the bow with which they have earned ..
How the Fates converged at just the right time in order to bring these folks together VIA ECF, then lead them to a fairly obscure thread, then lead them to the Hang Out and end up at EXACTLY the right moment in time with which to witness and act on a Medical Emergency has to be a billion to one odds ..
So please, step up, tell the whole tale and take your place at the head of the Table .. please ..
Dennis (MamaTried) Writes :
So...
i'm the one who fell down in this scenario. i had recently been thru a few more low blood sugar incidents, which required 911, but this was my latest. so, "i fell down and couldn't get up". ring a bell to anyone?
fortunately, i was in the hangout when i fell (on an awkward trek to the bathroom) . i wasn't carrying my phone. i couldn't call 911
but... i WAS in the hangouts when i fell...
so.... yiddle calls oldbroad (and wakes her up from a dead sleep) to try to get someone else to call who has my address. fortunately, oldbroad had my address. (actually, i'm still kinda worried about that, but...)
so... yiddle ends up calling 911 (with oldbroad's help) giving them my address. 911 shows up and saves my life. if that hadn't happened, there's a good chance i'd still be laying on the floor
like many of us, i have a lot to be thankful for.
i am more than delighted to say that many of my reasons to give thanks reside on this porch
Happy Thanksgiving, ALL of you wonderful people .. End of Dennis Post
And to complete the Circle of Life :
In Memoriam
Her name in Real Life was Debbie .. she was kind to me, as so many others have been here .. we exchanged emails periodically .. she was a good Woman, proud of her Family .. proud of her work .. strong, independent .. her ECF Handle, my4jewels, represented her Family ..
Although she chose to not share her Journey as it began to approach the End, It is my Hope that her memory will live on with most of us .. I am hoping to be able to gather enough material for a Tribute video .. until then, I will leave you with an exchange we had almost exactly One Year Ago near Labor Day ..
I wrote to her : "I hope all is going as well as can be expected for you .. as Summer begins to draw to a close and another year will approach it's end, it seems time continues to accelerate .. there should be some mathematical theory that deals with "The Older You Get, the Faster Father Time Moves" ... remember when you were a child and things moved so much slower .. ?? Maybe it's just me ..
I thought about you this morning when my mind began to drift into sadness and thinking of your journey and attitude helped put things into a better perspective .. for what ever that's worth .."
Debbie wrote back :
"It's not just you. Time does seem to move faster as we get older, at least I think so. Funny that I should inspire you. Last night, my thoughts were also of summer coming to a close, and I found myself having a total meltdown, wondering if this was my last summer. If I allow myself to entertain those thoughts for more than a nanosecond, they take me over. My eyes are still puffy from crying. I gave myself 20 minutes to have a pity party, and then said, "That's it"! Today I am much better emotionally. Yep, it's all about perspective."
I am filled with sadness, knowing we have lost another Good One .. yet, at the same time, I feel Debbie would not want sadness, she would, instead, prefer we celebrate a Life Well Lived .. I used to kid her that she was the "Worlds Biggest Toby Keith Fan" .. so it only seems appropriate to put up this tune .. and I won't post a sad tune .. so Debbie, raise that margarita glass, a little salt on the rim, on the rocks, please ..
Very touching, Willie.....she was truly a gem!
That sounds like swell advice ... but I don't have a cow.
Me thinks you got your answer and have it playing. But you were in my quote list so I thought I'd ramble on about nothing anyway because well just because.
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