Good Morning one and all. I don't know about all of you, but sometimes it felt like Inauguration Day would never get here. I pray that God will keep our new leaders safe from all harm, and give them wisdom to lead America back to the path of righteousness and peace. May the hearts that are hardened by hatred become hearts softened by love and compassion for their fellow man and our Nation's new leaders. May this day bring blessings upon our new leaders and America.
Good morning Ike - pleased to hear you love the Elephants, a favourite of mine too The Cheetah is the animal for me, we have a bond I would like to have one just for a week and parade this magnificent animal by my side as I walk the corridors here, 'that' would wake them up ! It would also give me access to the laundry all to meself !! Enjoy your special day @Ike Willis
I'm like you @Ike Willis this morning. To excited and kind of anxious too about Trump's Inauguration today but praying only good things will happen today for our new leaders who will be sworn in. So here's a little swearing in humor to lighten up what's going to be a very serious day for a lot of us.
Good morning or good something it's 3:30 pm here and we are back in the homestay in Pondicherry for a rest. We have had an eventful couple of days, yesterday with huge groups of protesters everywhere, against the government banning of bull baiting called Jallikattu NEWS which is so strongly felt so here that the whole of the city here was on shutdown, including food shops and all restaurants, so we walked around most of the day until a few restaurants opened after 6 pm. Last night there was a violent rainstorm which we slept through, but the rain had penetrated the one wall and we woke up to a flooded bedroom and a wet bed, all good fun really .......This part of India was a French colony, and has a lot of attractive French colonial buildings. The tourists here are predominately French as is our hostess. Have a great weekend
'Bull baiting !' I think I'd want that banned - what is it ? Good morning Terry, hope you dry out soon, probably will in the heat of the day @Terry Page
It's 10 pm and have just walked back from a restaurant in town were we had lunch and dinner, because we liked the waiter so much, he was kinda dazed, way laid back and friendly, reminded myself of how I look A few photos I took on our walk and the meals. A couple of goats eating some posters... Some cows cleaning up The restaurant on a rooftop We stopped off at a cocktail bar in a hotel for desserts, Lisa looks a bit tipsy here I think.. Children posing for a photo Everywhere you go in India there are inspirational quotes
Hi Terry, love the children and them quotes - quotes are wonderful, makes you stop and think ................ then I forget Wish I didn't, I'd love a good filing system in me head @Terry Page
Good morning everyone. I got out the past couple of days and did some work in the garden. I just don't have the stamina to do much at a time anny more. I cut the asparagus, weeded the bed and spread fertilizer on it. Maybe I'll get some more weeding done today. Question: why are weeds so easy to grow and vegetables take so much work? Life would be much simpler if it was the other way round.
Mornin'. As I look out my 3 rd. floor penthouse apartment, overlooking one of my town's more scenic downtown ally's, I see we have 30 overcast degrees. And it's only 5 am. So, what to do today? Did laundry yesterday and cleaned out a closet. I found a sack with a bunch of smoking pipes in it. They were my dad's. I forgot I still had them. Don't have any 'baccy though. That's what my gramps called tobacco. Speaking of tobacco, does anyone remember what snuff is? It's a finely ground tobacco usually snorted up the nostrils, which reminds me of a story. There I was, the summer of 1958. Fresh out of high school, working at my first full time factory job. I was hired at one of my town's famous button manufacturing plants to assist a short, old Irishman named Joe. Everyone liked Joe. He was a funny little guy, always goofing around. Like the time we got in a few big boxes or assorted rags. We used rags to clean up melted wax spills etc. In one of the rag boxes, Joe found a woman's bra. Joe, being Joe, he put it on as he made his morning rounds. Back to the snuff. Also working at this same button company was a kid named Tom, who graduated from my school a year ahead of me. Now Joe loved his snuff. He had the little round cans of snuff stashed throughout the plant, wherever he had to work. And, Tom loved to harass Joe. To polish buttons we used a material made from finely ground corn cobs, looking very much like snuff. One day Tom ran across one of Joe's tins of snuff. After mixing in a good pinch or two of corn cobs, Tom put the snuff back and waited. A day or two later, old Joe took a healthy snort from that very snuff can. After all the coughing, sneezing, blowing and swearing was done, Joe went hunting for Tom. I spent 10 years in that factory. That's what it was like working there. Not much money, but some good times.
Ike, your story reminded me of a story. For several years I coached a little league baseball team. The umpires for the younger kids games were usually older kids, usually high school age. Those cans of chew tobacco were popular among kids back then. This one high school boy, a real nice kid, umpired a lot of our games, and he always had a mouthful of tobacco. One day when he was umpiring behind home plate, the batter hit a foul tip that hit the umpire right in the face mask, causing him to swallow everything he had in his mouth. He threw up all over home plate, and was too sick to continue so the game was delayed until we could get the mess cleaned up and find a new umpire. He got a lot of kidding after that.
Ah yes Ike - me Nan loved her snuff, kept in a silver box, in fact she was known as 'Nine' the snuff was called Ninety Nine When I lived with her, she would always ask if I wanted a pinch, I tried it but wasn't keen Well .................. Xx
Same button factory, same Joe. We used to get an hour off for lunch at noon. Joe always brought his barber tools and would cut hair for the guys for fifty cents. He never passed up a chance to make a buck or two. One day we got our job done too early. Sweeping the floor was getting boring. Joe come over and whispered, "tell ya a secret. When ya ain't got nothin ta do, put an empty barrel on a cart and just walk around with it, visit the ladies. Take a broom along. See a boss, sweep". Joe's long gone now. So is Tom. One day in 1958-9, Tom talked me into going to see a recruiter with him. Well, after that was all over, I was rejected because of some heart ailment that has plagued me all my life. Tom went into the army and never came back.