The sons are obviously starting to pay attention. The older one
got me some small tools, all ones that I can actually use. And the
younger son got me a four-cup Mr Coffee coffee maker. And was pvided a
tasty meal at the older son's place. Life is basically good.
Hope everyone had as pleasant a holiday.
JOAT
If you can read this you're in range.
"Charlie Self" wrote
> Hey, I pulled out the old Class A green blouse t'other day. I can
> barely even get an ARM in the thing now, and I was no midget when they
> fitted that one to me. I'm surprised the moths haven't gnawed it to
> bits, with 25 years in my mother's attic or closet, and 20+ years now
> in my basement storage. That thing is getting OLD!
Yep, once again know the feeling. Don't know why, but I still have both a
set of class A's, and dress blue's, hanging in my closet, way in the back
.... just looking has resulted in my resisting the temptation to even so
much as put an arm in a sleeve for at least 30 years now.
Actually, I've snuck 'em into Goodwill's bag a time or two in years past,
but got caught. I've suspected that SWMBO has, as of yet unspoken, plans to
bury me in one or the other ... I wish her the best of luck in that
endeavor.
... a tee shirt, cargo shorts and a pair of crocks would be much more
fitting, literally. ;)
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KarlC@ (the obvious)
On Dec 25, 10:41 pm, [email protected] (J T) wrote:
> The sons are obviously starting to pay attention. The older one
> got me some small tools, all ones that I can actually use. And the
> younger son got me a four-cup Mr Coffee coffee maker. And was pvided a
> tasty meal at the older son's place. Life is basically good.
>
> Hope everyone had as pleasant a holiday.
Very nice here, with 11 people crowded into this small house...the
dining room table comfortably holds six, so it was fortunate we had a
brunch that lasted until 3 p.m., from about 9:30. The dog was in hog
heaven: 16 pounds of ecstasy with that many hands to pet her every
time she sat up on her hind legs or rolled over.
Everything I got either fit or was useful, probably a new record.
For some reason, no one gives me tools.
"Charlie Self" wrote:
> Hey, I pulled out the old Class A green blouse t'other day. I can
> barely even get an ARM in the thing now, and I was no midget when
they
> fitted that one to me.
SFWIW, still have a pullover sweater from 50 years ago that I can get
my robust body into.
You betcha it's tight, but that doesn't count.
The bloody thing was very expensive at the time, but in hindsight, it
certainly doesn't owe me anything.
Lew
Tanus wrote::
> However, my father passed this year and
> my mother was facing her first Christmas
> without him in 60 years. Times change,
> as do priorities.
"Robatoy" wrote:
>Mine are both 86 and alive. But my dad had NO clue >who my mother was
>when we tried to have a Christmas dinner. She sadly >mentioned that
>she'd have an easier time of dealing with him dead >than this way....
>kinda made all the presents non-significant, eh?
My mother, who will be 103 in April, has been in a nursing home since
suffering a compound fracture of her right leg, just above the ankle,
last January.
Her mind is still sharp, but the body is shot.
Just this week, thanks to the internet, was able to arrange a visit
for her to see her 85 year old nephew, 93 year old niece and their
spouces, who live about 300 miles away, and whom she hadn't seen in at
least 20 years.
At the end of the visit, the parting comments to my mother were, "See
you in heaven aunt Bert".
Gives you something to think about.
Lew
"Upscale" wrote
>
> "Swingman" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>> Although I doubt he is mobile enough to reach them ... I removed all his
>> guns from the house last night. Another chapter in a life closed.
>
> I'm kind of ambiguous about this part of dying. Having had a fairly
> serious
> disability for the 25 years and experiencing more and increasingly
> affecting
> problems the past several years, I know that when my time comes I'll have
> a
> really difficult time of it and there's every chance it won't be a quick
> process. I think I'd rather end it myself while I was still able to do so.
I indeed sympathize with the sentiment. In this case, and in the remote
possibility, I just didn't want SWMBO to have to deal with the aftermath of
that scenario. I've dealt with a few suicides, both friends and family, and
the anguish, and anger, that it leaves behind made the act seem selfish in
retrospect.
> The difficult part will be realizing that my time *has* actually come and
> doing what I want to do. So far, every time I've gone into the hospital,
> I've come out again after a certain period and one expects the eventual
> hospital discharge to continue. One of these times it won't and it will be
> too late for me to do anything about it.
Summer before last the family was writing our mother off. It very seriously
didn't look good for her. She's bounced back and, at 85, beat me into the
local Chinese restaurant for dinner a couple of weeks back.
... one of the problems with life is that you never know.
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KarlC@ (the obvious)
"Swingman" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> I just didn't want SWMBO to have to deal with the aftermath of
> that scenario. I've dealt with a few suicides, both friends and family,
and
> the anguish, and anger, that it leaves behind made the act seem selfish in
> retrospect.
This I understand and agree with fully. I remember when my father's time had
come and he was in the hospital, he requested that I go upstairs into his
study to deal with or remove a number of things that he didn't want my
mother to have to handle. Even back then, I was using the wheelchair. One
day when I know my mother would be out for a considerable amount of time, I
dragged my butt up the stairs pulling the wheelchair after me and took care
of everything he asked me to do. Even to this day, twenty years later, I
remember every single thing I did at the time.
On Wed, 26 Dec 2007 16:28:10 -0800 (PST), bookman <[email protected]>
wrote:
>
>>
>> BORG gift cards = mop
>> Lee Valley, Woodcraft, Lie-Neilsen, etc... = joy
>>
>> You can take that as a drive-by.
>
>I saw my local BORG has the DeWalt three
>base 2 1/2hp router set w/edge guide for
>$199.99. No fooling around with rebate forms
>as per Amazon.com. Good deal.
Great deal, but I already have six routers. <G>
The point was that I get tools that I need (like a mop or a router) at
the Borg. The other places are where I get the tools I get to PLAY
with!
On Tue, 25 Dec 2007 20:05:39 -0800 (PST), Robatoy
<[email protected]> wrote:
>On Dec 25, 10:41 pm, [email protected] (J T) wrote:
>> The sons are obviously starting to pay attention. The older one
>> got me some small tools, all ones that I can actually use. And the
>> younger son got me a four-cup Mr Coffee coffee maker. And was pvided a
>> tasty meal at the older son's place. Life is basically good.
>>
>> Hope everyone had as pleasant a holiday.
>>
>Didn't you just score some stuff recently?
yeh i think your right robotoy! there's some large suckin sounds
commin otta claytonia lately. congrats JOAT!!!!!!!!!!!
skeez
"Colin B." wrote \
> there before long. Having both Grandma and a new baby with us for
> Christmas made a wonderful season out of what was threatening to be a
> holiday funeral.
Great story ... thanks for sharing. Here's hoping Grandma cheers the little
one's college graduation!
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KarlC@ (the obvious)
Swingman wrote:
> "Robatoy" wrote
>
>> Mine are both 86 and alive. But my dad had NO clue who my mother was
>> when we tried to have a Christmas dinner. She sadly mentioned that
>> she'd have an easier time of dealing with him dead than this way....
>> kinda made all the presents non-significant, eh?
>
> Man, this hits home ... we've been up here the past week taking care of
> SWMBO's father, bedridden with stage 4 lung/bone/spine cancer. While I've
> been doing the "heavy lifting" to take the pressure off SWMBO, it's she who
> will have to carry the ball by herself when I go back tomorrow ... sure
> hate to leave her to face that alone, but there's no choice in the matter.
>
> We briefly got him to the dinner table in a wheelchair for Christmas dinner
> ... a sight which indeed put some of the "Merry" back into this particular
> Christmas, if only for a brief time.
>
> (He whispered in my ear yesterday afternoon, as I helped in back into bed
> after a trip to the hospital: "you should just go ahead and shoot yourself
> when you get in this shape."
>
> Although I doubt he is mobile enough to reach them ... I removed all his
> guns from the house last night. Another chapter in a life closed.
>
But all this proves there is life after death - your SWMBO (and her
siblings if she has any) is/are the proof.
I remember my grandfather asking me to leave a razor blade on the night
stand for him. He was going down to prostate cancer - I was sixteen.
Didn't do it, but I understand his request more every year as I approach
the inevitable and after going through a removal of a foot of large
intestine.
On Dec 26, 5:11 pm, "Swingman" <[email protected]> wrote:
> "Charlie Self" wrote
>
> > For some reason, no one gives me tools.
>
> LOL! Know the feeling ... and not everything I got fit, or else it has more
> than enough calories to guarantee that anything that did, will not do so in
> the future.
Hey, I pulled out the old Class A green blouse t'other day. I can
barely even get an ARM in the thing now, and I was no midget when they
fitted that one to me. I'm surprised the moths haven't gnawed it to
bits, with 25 years in my mother's attic or closet, and 20+ years now
in my basement storage. That thing is getting OLD!
With all the cooks in the family, food doesn't often get given, but
there are always too many cakes and pies baked, and Frances found a
new blueberry crisp "breakfast" dessert recipe for this year. That is
most definitely not a sensible tradition to start, but, damn, it
tastes good, especially with a little top quality French vanilla on
top.
"Charlie Self" wrote \
> With all the cooks in the family, food doesn't often get given, but
> there are always too many cakes and pies baked, and Frances found a
> new blueberry crisp "breakfast" dessert recipe for this year. That is
> most definitely not a sensible tradition to start, but, damn, it
> tastes good, especially with a little top quality French vanilla on
> top.
Under extreme extenuating and mitigating circumstances ... in-laws ... I've
pretty well singlehandedly killed a gift bottle of "Pennsylvania Dutch Egg
Nog" in the past three evenings... the three kinds of alcohol surely makes
it low fat, eh?
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KarlC@ (the obvious)
On Wed, 26 Dec 2007 13:43:02 -0800 (PST), Charlie Self
<[email protected]> wrote:
>
>For some reason, no one gives me tools.
I can take a guess.
It's the same reason Norm probably doesn't get tools. You make your
living in and around tools.
My wife explained years ago that she equated buying me tools with me
buying her a vacuum or a mop, because I use the tools to make things
for sale, to fix the house, etc.... After a long talk about the
differences, and how much I enjoy making wooden items, regardless if
it's kept or sold, I now get plenty of gift cards.
After the discussion, to her:
BORG gift cards = mop
Lee Valley, Woodcraft, Lie-Neilsen, etc... = joy
You can take that as a drive-by.
"Swingman" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> Although I doubt he is mobile enough to reach them ... I removed all his
> guns from the house last night. Another chapter in a life closed.
I'm kind of ambiguous about this part of dying. Having had a fairly serious
disability for the 25 years and experiencing more and increasingly affecting
problems the past several years, I know that when my time comes I'll have a
really difficult time of it and there's every chance it won't be a quick
process. I think I'd rather end it myself while I was still able to do so.
The difficult part will be realizing that my time *has* actually come and
doing what I want to do. So far, every time I've gone into the hospital,
I've come out again after a certain period and one expects the eventual
hospital discharge to continue. One of these times it won't and it will be
too late for me to do anything about it.
On Dec 25, 10:41=A0pm, [email protected] (J T) wrote:
> =A0 =A0 =A0The sons are obviously starting to pay attention. =A0The older =
one
> got me some small tools, all ones that I can actually use. =A0And the
> younger son got me a four-cup Mr Coffee coffee maker. =A0And was pvided a
> tasty meal at the older son's place. =A0Life is basically good.
>
> =A0 =A0 =A0Hope everyone had as pleasant a holiday.
>
Didn't you just score some stuff recently?
On Dec 28, 7:41=A0pm, Tanus <[email protected]> wrote:
> Swingman wrote:
> > "Charlie Self" wrote
>
> >> For some reason, no one gives me tools.
>
> > LOL! Know the feeling ... and not everything I got fit, or else it has m=
ore
> > than enough calories to guarantee that anything that did, will not do so=
in
> > the future.
>
> Before the holidays, I was asked by a
> bunch of relatives for a Xmas list. I
> sent them the URL to my LV wishlist.
>
> Some of them actually went to it. A few
> even got me stuff from it. None of them
> was =A0tools.
>
> However, my father passed this year and
> my mother was facing her first Christmas
> without him in 60 years. Times change,
> as do priorities.
Mine are both 86 and alive. But my dad had NO clue who my mother was
when we tried to have a Christmas dinner. She sadly mentioned that
she'd have an easier time of dealing with him dead than this way....
kinda made all the presents non-significant, eh?
Have the best New Year you know how....
r
"Robatoy" wrote
> Mine are both 86 and alive. But my dad had NO clue who my mother was
> when we tried to have a Christmas dinner. She sadly mentioned that
> she'd have an easier time of dealing with him dead than this way....
> kinda made all the presents non-significant, eh?
Man, this hits home ... we've been up here the past week taking care of
SWMBO's father, bedridden with stage 4 lung/bone/spine cancer. While I've
been doing the "heavy lifting" to take the pressure off SWMBO, it's she who
will have to carry the ball by herself when I go back tomorrow ... sure
hate to leave her to face that alone, but there's no choice in the matter.
We briefly got him to the dinner table in a wheelchair for Christmas dinner
... a sight which indeed put some of the "Merry" back into this particular
Christmas, if only for a brief time.
(He whispered in my ear yesterday afternoon, as I helped in back into bed
after a trip to the hospital: "you should just go ahead and shoot yourself
when you get in this shape."
Although I doubt he is mobile enough to reach them ... I removed all his
guns from the house last night. Another chapter in a life closed.
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KarlC@ (the obvious)
Sat, Dec 29, 2007, 9:14am (EST-1) [email protected] (Swingman) doth sayeth:
<snip> Although I doubt he is mobile enough to reach them ... I removed
all his guns from the house last night. Another chapter in a life
closed.
On a scale of from 1 to 10, the 10 being not committing suicide,
I'm probably at least at 12 on the sacle. However, if it was me, I'd be
prepared if it was a similar scenario - I might not be able to get to
it, but I can pretty much guarantee you that you wouldn't find all my
guns. Personally I think if it was me, I'd quite well ask my doctor to
pull the plug for me.
JOAT
If you can read this you're in range.
On Dec 26, 9:09 pm, "Swingman" <[email protected]> wrote:
> "Charlie Self" wrote \
>
> > With all the cooks in the family, food doesn't often get given, but
> > there are always too many cakes and pies baked, and Frances found a
> > new blueberry crisp "breakfast" dessert recipe for this year. That is
> > most definitely not a sensible tradition to start, but, damn, it
> > tastes good, especially with a little top quality French vanilla on
> > top.
>
> Under extreme extenuating and mitigating circumstances ... in-laws ... I've
> pretty well singlehandedly killed a gift bottle of "Pennsylvania Dutch Egg
> Nog" in the past three evenings... the three kinds of alcohol surely makes
> it low fat, eh?
>
I quit drinking long ago, but as I recall, three kinds of alcohol was
how I got in a LOT of trouble!
Eggnog breakfast, a sip of Wild Turkey for lunch, and Courvoisier at
dinner. Sounds pretty good to me if my health would allow it. I think
it was the between meal snacking that did me in.
Swingman wrote:
> "Charlie Self" wrote
>
>> For some reason, no one gives me tools.
>
> LOL! Know the feeling ... and not everything I got fit, or else it has more
> than enough calories to guarantee that anything that did, will not do so in
> the future.
>
Before the holidays, I was asked by a
bunch of relatives for a Xmas list. I
sent them the URL to my LV wishlist.
Some of them actually went to it. A few
even got me stuff from it. None of them
was tools.
However, my father passed this year and
my mother was facing her first Christmas
without him in 60 years. Times change,
as do priorities.
I'm as much of a tool slut as anyone
here, but this year I was just as happy
to get her through it.
Ya'll have a wonderful New Year.
--
Tanus
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Upscale wrote:
> "Swingman" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>> Although I doubt he is mobile enough to reach them ... I removed all his
>> guns from the house last night. Another chapter in a life closed.
>
> I'm kind of ambiguous about this part of dying. Having had a fairly serious
> disability for the 25 years and experiencing more and increasingly affecting
> problems the past several years, I know that when my time comes I'll have a
> really difficult time of it and there's every chance it won't be a quick
> process. I think I'd rather end it myself while I was still able to do so.
> The difficult part will be realizing that my time *has* actually come and
> doing what I want to do. So far, every time I've gone into the hospital,
> I've come out again after a certain period and one expects the eventual
> hospital discharge to continue. One of these times it won't and it will be
> too late for me to do anything about it.
>
>
My sympathies with your SWMBO, Swingman.
As with your situation, Upscale.
A few years ago, my aunt was dying of
cancer and my Mom came to visit her for
a while to help out. My aunt had amassed
enough prescription medication to knock
out a small borough in NYC and was
prepared to down the whole bundle and
call it a day. My mother found out and
intervened, but she's questioned her
action ever since.
Shortly afterward she went into
palliative care and said something
similar to your FIL, Swing. She looked
at me and said, "Don't ever let yourself
get into this kind of situation." It was
clear what she meant. God-fearing,
religious, AND a good woman to boot, but
in the end she wanted to write her own
ticket.
Life sucks and then you die is the maxim
of a pessimist. For me, life certainly
doesn't suck, but sometimes the manner
of death does.
No easy answers, but sometimes decisions
which seem plain wrong........aren't.
--
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Tanus <[email protected]> wrote:
> Swingman wrote:
>> "Charlie Self" wrote
>>
>>> For some reason, no one gives me tools.
>>
>> LOL! Know the feeling ... and not everything I got fit, or else it has more
>> than enough calories to guarantee that anything that did, will not do so in
>> the future.
>>
>
> Before the holidays, I was asked by a
> bunch of relatives for a Xmas list. I
> sent them the URL to my LV wishlist.
>
> Some of them actually went to it. A few
> even got me stuff from it. None of them
> was tools.
>
> However, my father passed this year and
> my mother was facing her first Christmas
> without him in 60 years. Times change,
> as do priorities.
I wasn't going to read through this thread, but then realised I had
something relevant (in my mind) and positive to contribute.
My grandma (age 91), went into the hospital for emergency surgery on
the 9th of this month. Although she's essentially wheelchair-bound,
she still gets around and her mind is nearly as sharp as ever. However,
it looked like her time was up, and she wouldn't make the next week, let
alone making it tuo Christmas.
Three days later, my wife and I adopted a baby boy, almost completely
out of the blue. Grandma was told about it and proceeded to pull
through two major operations in order to see her newest great-grandchild.
We went up with the baby to visit her just after Christmas. She's resting
well now (out of ICU), and has told us that she's going to get out of
there before long. Having both Grandma and a new baby with us for
Christmas made a wonderful season out of what was threatening to be a
holiday funeral.
Colin
On Wed, 26 Dec 2007 15:56:30 -0800 (PST), Charlie Self <[email protected]>
wrote:
>On Dec 26, 5:11 pm, "Swingman" <[email protected]> wrote:
>> "Charlie Self" wrote
>>
>> > For some reason, no one gives me tools.
>>
>> LOL! Know the feeling ... and not everything I got fit, or else it has more
>> than enough calories to guarantee that anything that did, will not do so in
>> the future.
>
>Hey, I pulled out the old Class A green blouse t'other day. I can
>barely even get an ARM in the thing now, and I was no midget when they
>fitted that one to me. I'm surprised the moths haven't gnawed it to
>bits, with 25 years in my mother's attic or closet, and 20+ years now
>in my basement storage. That thing is getting OLD!
Sort of like the guy that gave up sex for food..
6 months later, he couldn't even get into his OWN pants..
mac
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