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Older Folks and Vaping Back Porch - Part Five
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My dearest Daniel, your post about the weekend had me worried that things were on a downward trend. I am so sorry. We ride this roller coaster, hearts beating wildly, trying to be optimistic, trying to remember that life is about learning to dance in the rain. But sometimes the rains come fast and furious. And sometimes we go all pragmatic, logic and knowledge at the fore, too tired even for the dance. I hate that you and your beloved are facing this choice. Every fiber of my being recoils at the thought. Yet, I love that the love you share is abiding: sure and certain in the knowledge that whatever is before you both will be handled with all the grace and dignity and love in the world.
Let me also say this: bravery is highly overrated. Kentucky small batch bourbon is not.
Know that we are here. Know that we are praying. Know that you are loved more than ear can hear and tongue can tell.
Let me also say this: bravery is highly overrated. Kentucky small batch bourbon is not.
Know that we are here. Know that we are praying. Know that you are loved more than ear can hear and tongue can tell.
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Worked my azz off today. Actual physical labor. I'm rebuilding the railing on the porch of a rental house we own. Trying to get it ready to sell too. Small porch but, I had to completely remove the old railings and 4x4 posts. Reset new posts a couple of days ago, all except 1 i'll do tomorrow, and completely rebuilt one side. Got the other side of the porch left to do. Lot of damn work and I'm not used to it anymore. Kills my knees. I should be exhausted and ready to sleep but, I'm sore as hell but, wide awake. Dammit!
I understand, adulting sucks, been working the new job and hurting most of the time. Sucks but such is life.Worked my azz off today. Actual physical labor. I'm rebuilding the railing on the porch of a rental house we own. Trying to get it ready to sell too. Small porch but, I had to completely remove the old railings and 4x4 posts. Reset new posts a couple of days ago, all except 1 i'll do tomorrow, and completely rebuilt one side. Got the other side of the porch left to do. Lot of damn work and I'm not used to it anymore. Kills my knees. I should be exhausted and ready to sleep but, I'm sore as hell but, wide awake. Dammit!
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Too true my friend, too true. Gonna try the sleeping thing again in a little bit. So I will bid you good night. See you tomorrow.
I will keep you and your bride in my prayers. I lost a spouse to cancer also, only in our case, I was the one who asked him to stop the chemo. It wasn't because I didn't want him with me. It was because I couldn't bear to see him suffering so much. The chemo made him deathly ill, and in his case the prognosis was terminal anyway. The chemo was just to prolong his life, but at what cost?!! He was dog sick and miserable. He told me that he felt like he would be letting me down if he stopped the chemo, and I told him that I couldn't be so selfish to see him so sick just for a few more months of life. So, I have an idea of where your bride is coming from. My heart hurts for you both!!
I've owned a Duster, a Fury II, a Newport, a Valiant and a New Yorker. None were remotely close to being new when I acquired them. I loved them all, except the Duster, which was kind of lame and trouble-prone.
Then one year in the mid or late 1970s (I think... might have been early 1980s) I rented a virtually new Cordoba for a long trip. It had the velour seats. I did not like that car. Seemed to have a considerably more cramped driver's seat than all the others and always felt like it was on the verge of breaking down even though it never did in the two weeks my poor back suffered through driving that car.
For what it's worth, that Cordoba was the newest Chrysler product I'd ever driven, and the time period was when US manufacturers were downsizing their vehicles and not doing it very well.
First prize is a week in NJ. Second prize is two weeks.
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kewl! Hope you can fix your juice.
that is so beautiful!
Sure wish you could hire someone to do this stuff
My half sister had a duster........yeah they weren't worth much....... one day we were driving from her farm into town.....and a dirt duster hit her duster!
I didn't like the cordoba either. Failed my driving test in it.......had to do parallel parking maneuvers through cones......I could parallel park just fine.....but these cones were on a hill.....going uphill, I could not see the front of the car with that HUGE hood......and backing up downhill.....couldn't see the back of the car either.
His was great mechanically though. That's the last one he got and he drove it into the ground.
Now, I loved my Duster - it had the old slant 6 in it and you could not kill that car. I put 276k miles on it before I finally sold it for $100 to someone that drove it for a few more years...
Birdie, sheer poetry!
I have so few words for people who are going through such situations. The pain is the same as I have experienced, but the situations are immensely different, and inappropriate for this board. I have two others where I can let it loose. I often cope by going into automaton mode, but that doesn't mean on a deeper level that I don't feel. Drinking is not an option, due to past alcohol abuse, and that even after one drink, the next day my BP gets dangerously high.
My son is in a psych unit, and will need structured environments for a long time. I don't need to explain the details, but I ask for your prayers. He is an Aspie with a substance abuse problem, who has been torn to pieces with conflicted social environments. He has apparently been trying AA, but that may not be the right way for him. He is 500 miles away, and, as you know, telephone is difficult for me.
I am thankful he is in a large metro area, where there are resources to help him with such a unusual combination of problems, but my feelings of helplessness sometimes overwhelm me. I would love to be able to cry, but even that has been taken away from me.
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The "Like" really meant "acknowledged." I don't "like" at all.
I am so sorry you are hurting, and I will pray for your son. As my sig says, "Miracles do not, in fact, break the laws of nature." And miracles come in all shapes and sizes, often when we least expect them. I pray for a miracle.
I have learned this. Life is not fair and is filled with paradoxes. We are strong; we collapse under the weight of it. We love with our whole hearts; we shake with fury at the injustices. We feel so deeply that we must wall off just to get through the day. And we go on, hoping that we will again experience some small measure of joy.
Your courage is boundless, 3mg. Your words have brought me great comfort, more than once -- as I'm sure they have for many others. Thank you for being you.
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