I sit here at the computer many times because I'm waiting. I wait for
glue to dry. I wait for inspiration. I wait for the rain to pass so I
can spray a finish. I wait for the water-soaked pavement to dry and the
humidity to drop before spraying my desk. Sometimes I wait for wood to
acclimate a few days (or more, depending on how paranoid I'm feeling
about it) before planing and sawing into shape. I wait for contact
cement to reach that perfect level of dryness for maximum bond strength.
I wait for stain to dry it's suggested time, and then wait a couple
more hours, "just in case". I wait near the end of the day to start
anything big, as I don't do well late in the day; I'm a morning doer. I
wait to have a beer until AFTER I'm done using power equipment for the
day, but that's ok, as I don't need to drink more one beer a day anyway.
I wait for answers on the Wreck to help with an immediate problem, and
am rarely disappointed. I wait for the little heater to warm up the
shop when I need 65 degrees to apply oil based poly (4 coats). I wait
for the poly to dry enough between coats so as not to load up the
sandpaper with those annoying clumps called corning. I wait for my
blood sugar to climb back up to a safe range after eating to counteract
an insulin reaction. I wait for my dog to do her business in the back
yard so she won't wander into the planter boxes, getting muddy. I wait
for her in vain when she asks to go outside, only to chase the
squirrels; not to relieve herself. I waited for the moment when it was
inevitable that I call my ex at work to tell her it's time to put our
beloved 16 year old cockapoo to sleep within the next hour, as she was
failing fast. and I wait for the vet hospital to call me with the news
that her ashes are ready for pickup. I'm always waiting for something...
Life was simpler when all I waited for was Christmas!
dave
Swingman responds:
>
>You didn't mention the final thing you're waiting for... which is all the
>more reason to enjoy the waiting while you can.
And it does seem we're always waiting for something, often a birthday--13 to be
a teenager (granddaughter recently reminded me of this), 16 to be able to
drive, 18 to be able to vote (when I was a kid, in NY that was drinking age,
and voting age was 21), 21 to be able to drink, in my case, 23 to get out of
the Marines, 25 for something or other...see car insurance drop, back then it
was 26 if your name was in the draft bag and you hadn't enlisted, 30 so nobody
under 30 would trust you, 40 to see if life begins at 40, and after that it
does not matter a bit, because all you need to do is turn around and you're a
lot older.
Charlie Self
"I have as much authority as the Pope, I just don't have as many people who
believe it." George Carlin
Bay Area Dave <[email protected]> writes:
> I wait for stain to dry it's suggested time, and then wait a couple
>more hours, "just in case". I wait near the end of the day to start
one comment here dave... Some "reapply" times are there for a
reason.... usually chemical bonding. Often they will say "reapply
within x hours or after y days." if you don't follow these specs, you
risk hindering the curing of the finish. you might know this, but i
thought i'd mention it.
--
be safe.
flip
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In article <[email protected]>, Bay Area Dave
<[email protected]> writes:
>I waited for the moment when it was
>inevitable that I call my ex at work to tell her it's time to put our
>beloved 16 year old cockapoo to sleep within the next hour, as she was
>failing fast. and I wait for the vet hospital to call me with the news
>that her ashes are ready for pickup. I'm always waiting for something...
>
>
>
>Life was simpler when all I waited for was Christmas!
>
Dave,
It reminds me of a place in the Old Testiment that actually has a more positive
sound to it. It was made into a tune by the Byrds some years ago. The name was,
Turn, Turn, Turn.
There truly is a time for everything!
Roy
Roy
Rich, sorry to hear it's a chronic condition.
Since adulthood, I've only had 2 dogs. The one that just died (who was
with my ex the last 6 years); and the puppy I got in Feb. As good as
the first one was, the pup is even sweeter. Everywhere we take her
folks smile at her from passing cars, and kids stop to pet her. She
loves everyone and vice versa. I figured she'd have a great disposition
when I met her momma at the breeders. The second her momma stood up on
her hind legs and put her paws just above my knee and laid her head on
my knee I knew we'd found a good natured line. She was so sweet, and so
is our pup! I can't wait for Christmas to see her open up her presents
like my other dog did! First time seeing a dog know which presents are
hers and releasing her to "go for it" is quite a kick!
dave
RKON wrote:
>>Aren't dogs just amazing? Glad your pup made it through her
>>kidney problems. Was it a poison or a medicine that cause it?
>
>
> They are amazing!! I never knew because this is my first dog. I always
> chuckled when people would grieve over their dogs. Little did I know until
> when our pup Lizzy almost died on us this past June. I finally realize the
> attachement these critters have on you. Our dog is a Soft Coated Wheaton
> Terrier which has Addisons disease. Common disease for the breed. The Renal
> gland shuts down and cause kidney failure because it stops producing
> adrenaline. She take prednizone and is monitored and has been fine since.
> Knock on Wood.
>
> Rich
>
>
>
>
> "Bay Area Dave" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> news:[email protected]...
>
>>Thanks, Rich for you kindly spoken sympathies. My ex and I became
>>attached completely to our puppy the first day we got her! Within a
>>week, a mistaken vet told us she had cataracts so I contacted the
>>breeder which suggested putting her "down". We were understandably
>>devastated, but by getting a second opinion from a specialist it turned
>>out she didn't have cataracts and lived about 16 years, the last two
>>nearly blind and deaf though. My ex said that right up until two days
>>before she left us, she begged to go for a walk on her little arthritic
>>legs! Aren't dogs just amazing? Glad your pup made it through her
>>kidney problems. Was it a poison or a medicine that cause it?
>>
>>dave
>>
>>RKON wrote:
>>
>>
>>>Dave By the Bay:
>>>
>>>I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your little friend. I never knew how
>>>tough it is and how attached you become to the canine friend until this
>
> past
>
>>>June when we almost lost our puppy to Kidney failure. She is fine and
>>>healthy now thanks to our vet.
>>>
>>>Hang in there and keep busy. Make a scroll saw tribute to your old buddy
>
> and
>
>>>put it up in your shop. It will always serve as a warm reminder on those
>>>chilly Bay Area days.
>>>
>>>Rich
>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>"Bay Area Dave" <[email protected]> wrote in message
>>>news:[email protected]...
>>>
>>>
>>>>I sit here at the computer many times because I'm waiting. I wait for
>>>>glue to dry. I wait for inspiration. I wait for the rain to pass so I
>>>>can spray a finish. I wait for the water-soaked pavement to dry and the
>>>>humidity to drop before spraying my desk. Sometimes I wait for wood to
>>>>acclimate a few days (or more, depending on how paranoid I'm feeling
>>>>about it) before planing and sawing into shape. I wait for contact
>>>>cement to reach that perfect level of dryness for maximum bond strength.
>>>> I wait for stain to dry it's suggested time, and then wait a couple
>>>>more hours, "just in case". I wait near the end of the day to start
>>>>anything big, as I don't do well late in the day; I'm a morning doer. I
>>>>wait to have a beer until AFTER I'm done using power equipment for the
>>>>day, but that's ok, as I don't need to drink more one beer a day anyway.
>>>> I wait for answers on the Wreck to help with an immediate problem, and
>>>>am rarely disappointed. I wait for the little heater to warm up the
>>>>shop when I need 65 degrees to apply oil based poly (4 coats). I wait
>>>>for the poly to dry enough between coats so as not to load up the
>>>>sandpaper with those annoying clumps called corning. I wait for my
>>>>blood sugar to climb back up to a safe range after eating to counteract
>>>>an insulin reaction. I wait for my dog to do her business in the back
>>>>yard so she won't wander into the planter boxes, getting muddy. I wait
>>>>for her in vain when she asks to go outside, only to chase the
>>>>squirrels; not to relieve herself. I waited for the moment when it was
>>>>inevitable that I call my ex at work to tell her it's time to put our
>>>>beloved 16 year old cockapoo to sleep within the next hour, as she was
>>>>failing fast. and I wait for the vet hospital to call me with the news
>>>>that her ashes are ready for pickup. I'm always waiting for
>
> something...
>
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>Life was simpler when all I waited for was Christmas!
>>>>
>>>>
>>>>dave
>>>>
>>>
>>>
>>>
>
>
Thanks, Kevin. It was indeed a terribly emotional loss. I'm sorry to
hear you just suffered through the same experience. I doubt any animal
lover ever forgets their pets, no matter how long they outlive them.
dave
klklimes wrote:
> Dave,
>
> Sorry to hear about your dog. I had to put my 14 yr old lab to sleep a few
> months ago. Hardest thing I ever had to do. My deepest sympathies.
>
> Kevin
>
> "Bay Area Dave" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> news:[email protected]...
>
>>I sit here at the computer many times because I'm waiting. I wait for
>>glue to dry. I wait for inspiration. I wait for the rain to pass so I
>>can spray a finish. I wait for the water-soaked pavement to dry and the
>>humidity to drop before spraying my desk. Sometimes I wait for wood to
>>acclimate a few days (or more, depending on how paranoid I'm feeling
>>about it) before planing and sawing into shape. I wait for contact
>>cement to reach that perfect level of dryness for maximum bond strength.
>> I wait for stain to dry it's suggested time, and then wait a couple
>>more hours, "just in case". I wait near the end of the day to start
>>anything big, as I don't do well late in the day; I'm a morning doer. I
>>wait to have a beer until AFTER I'm done using power equipment for the
>>day, but that's ok, as I don't need to drink more one beer a day anyway.
>> I wait for answers on the Wreck to help with an immediate problem, and
>>am rarely disappointed. I wait for the little heater to warm up the
>>shop when I need 65 degrees to apply oil based poly (4 coats). I wait
>>for the poly to dry enough between coats so as not to load up the
>>sandpaper with those annoying clumps called corning. I wait for my
>>blood sugar to climb back up to a safe range after eating to counteract
>>an insulin reaction. I wait for my dog to do her business in the back
>>yard so she won't wander into the planter boxes, getting muddy. I wait
>>for her in vain when she asks to go outside, only to chase the
>>squirrels; not to relieve herself. I waited for the moment when it was
>>inevitable that I call my ex at work to tell her it's time to put our
>>beloved 16 year old cockapoo to sleep within the next hour, as she was
>>failing fast. and I wait for the vet hospital to call me with the news
>>that her ashes are ready for pickup. I'm always waiting for something...
>>
>>
>>
>>Life was simpler when all I waited for was Christmas!
>>
>>
>>dave
>>
>
>
>
Thanks, Rich for you kindly spoken sympathies. My ex and I became
attached completely to our puppy the first day we got her! Within a
week, a mistaken vet told us she had cataracts so I contacted the
breeder which suggested putting her "down". We were understandably
devastated, but by getting a second opinion from a specialist it turned
out she didn't have cataracts and lived about 16 years, the last two
nearly blind and deaf though. My ex said that right up until two days
before she left us, she begged to go for a walk on her little arthritic
legs! Aren't dogs just amazing? Glad your pup made it through her
kidney problems. Was it a poison or a medicine that cause it?
dave
RKON wrote:
> Dave By the Bay:
>
> I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your little friend. I never knew how
> tough it is and how attached you become to the canine friend until this past
> June when we almost lost our puppy to Kidney failure. She is fine and
> healthy now thanks to our vet.
>
> Hang in there and keep busy. Make a scroll saw tribute to your old buddy and
> put it up in your shop. It will always serve as a warm reminder on those
> chilly Bay Area days.
>
> Rich
>
>
>
> "Bay Area Dave" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> news:[email protected]...
>
>>I sit here at the computer many times because I'm waiting. I wait for
>>glue to dry. I wait for inspiration. I wait for the rain to pass so I
>>can spray a finish. I wait for the water-soaked pavement to dry and the
>>humidity to drop before spraying my desk. Sometimes I wait for wood to
>>acclimate a few days (or more, depending on how paranoid I'm feeling
>>about it) before planing and sawing into shape. I wait for contact
>>cement to reach that perfect level of dryness for maximum bond strength.
>> I wait for stain to dry it's suggested time, and then wait a couple
>>more hours, "just in case". I wait near the end of the day to start
>>anything big, as I don't do well late in the day; I'm a morning doer. I
>>wait to have a beer until AFTER I'm done using power equipment for the
>>day, but that's ok, as I don't need to drink more one beer a day anyway.
>> I wait for answers on the Wreck to help with an immediate problem, and
>>am rarely disappointed. I wait for the little heater to warm up the
>>shop when I need 65 degrees to apply oil based poly (4 coats). I wait
>>for the poly to dry enough between coats so as not to load up the
>>sandpaper with those annoying clumps called corning. I wait for my
>>blood sugar to climb back up to a safe range after eating to counteract
>>an insulin reaction. I wait for my dog to do her business in the back
>>yard so she won't wander into the planter boxes, getting muddy. I wait
>>for her in vain when she asks to go outside, only to chase the
>>squirrels; not to relieve herself. I waited for the moment when it was
>>inevitable that I call my ex at work to tell her it's time to put our
>>beloved 16 year old cockapoo to sleep within the next hour, as she was
>>failing fast. and I wait for the vet hospital to call me with the news
>>that her ashes are ready for pickup. I'm always waiting for something...
>>
>>
>>
>>Life was simpler when all I waited for was Christmas!
>>
>>
>>dave
>>
>
>
>
Dave,
Sorry to hear about your dog. I had to put my 14 yr old lab to sleep a few
months ago. Hardest thing I ever had to do. My deepest sympathies.
Kevin
"Bay Area Dave" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> I sit here at the computer many times because I'm waiting. I wait for
> glue to dry. I wait for inspiration. I wait for the rain to pass so I
> can spray a finish. I wait for the water-soaked pavement to dry and the
> humidity to drop before spraying my desk. Sometimes I wait for wood to
> acclimate a few days (or more, depending on how paranoid I'm feeling
> about it) before planing and sawing into shape. I wait for contact
> cement to reach that perfect level of dryness for maximum bond strength.
> I wait for stain to dry it's suggested time, and then wait a couple
> more hours, "just in case". I wait near the end of the day to start
> anything big, as I don't do well late in the day; I'm a morning doer. I
> wait to have a beer until AFTER I'm done using power equipment for the
> day, but that's ok, as I don't need to drink more one beer a day anyway.
> I wait for answers on the Wreck to help with an immediate problem, and
> am rarely disappointed. I wait for the little heater to warm up the
> shop when I need 65 degrees to apply oil based poly (4 coats). I wait
> for the poly to dry enough between coats so as not to load up the
> sandpaper with those annoying clumps called corning. I wait for my
> blood sugar to climb back up to a safe range after eating to counteract
> an insulin reaction. I wait for my dog to do her business in the back
> yard so she won't wander into the planter boxes, getting muddy. I wait
> for her in vain when she asks to go outside, only to chase the
> squirrels; not to relieve herself. I waited for the moment when it was
> inevitable that I call my ex at work to tell her it's time to put our
> beloved 16 year old cockapoo to sleep within the next hour, as she was
> failing fast. and I wait for the vet hospital to call me with the news
> that her ashes are ready for pickup. I'm always waiting for something...
>
>
>
> Life was simpler when all I waited for was Christmas!
>
>
> dave
>
Dave By the Bay:
I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your little friend. I never knew how
tough it is and how attached you become to the canine friend until this past
June when we almost lost our puppy to Kidney failure. She is fine and
healthy now thanks to our vet.
Hang in there and keep busy. Make a scroll saw tribute to your old buddy and
put it up in your shop. It will always serve as a warm reminder on those
chilly Bay Area days.
Rich
"Bay Area Dave" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> I sit here at the computer many times because I'm waiting. I wait for
> glue to dry. I wait for inspiration. I wait for the rain to pass so I
> can spray a finish. I wait for the water-soaked pavement to dry and the
> humidity to drop before spraying my desk. Sometimes I wait for wood to
> acclimate a few days (or more, depending on how paranoid I'm feeling
> about it) before planing and sawing into shape. I wait for contact
> cement to reach that perfect level of dryness for maximum bond strength.
> I wait for stain to dry it's suggested time, and then wait a couple
> more hours, "just in case". I wait near the end of the day to start
> anything big, as I don't do well late in the day; I'm a morning doer. I
> wait to have a beer until AFTER I'm done using power equipment for the
> day, but that's ok, as I don't need to drink more one beer a day anyway.
> I wait for answers on the Wreck to help with an immediate problem, and
> am rarely disappointed. I wait for the little heater to warm up the
> shop when I need 65 degrees to apply oil based poly (4 coats). I wait
> for the poly to dry enough between coats so as not to load up the
> sandpaper with those annoying clumps called corning. I wait for my
> blood sugar to climb back up to a safe range after eating to counteract
> an insulin reaction. I wait for my dog to do her business in the back
> yard so she won't wander into the planter boxes, getting muddy. I wait
> for her in vain when she asks to go outside, only to chase the
> squirrels; not to relieve herself. I waited for the moment when it was
> inevitable that I call my ex at work to tell her it's time to put our
> beloved 16 year old cockapoo to sleep within the next hour, as she was
> failing fast. and I wait for the vet hospital to call me with the news
> that her ashes are ready for pickup. I'm always waiting for something...
>
>
>
> Life was simpler when all I waited for was Christmas!
>
>
> dave
>
>Aren't dogs just amazing? Glad your pup made it through her
>kidney problems. Was it a poison or a medicine that cause it?
They are amazing!! I never knew because this is my first dog. I always
chuckled when people would grieve over their dogs. Little did I know until
when our pup Lizzy almost died on us this past June. I finally realize the
attachement these critters have on you. Our dog is a Soft Coated Wheaton
Terrier which has Addisons disease. Common disease for the breed. The Renal
gland shuts down and cause kidney failure because it stops producing
adrenaline. She take prednizone and is monitored and has been fine since.
Knock on Wood.
Rich
"Bay Area Dave" <[email protected]> wrote in message
news:[email protected]...
> Thanks, Rich for you kindly spoken sympathies. My ex and I became
> attached completely to our puppy the first day we got her! Within a
> week, a mistaken vet told us she had cataracts so I contacted the
> breeder which suggested putting her "down". We were understandably
> devastated, but by getting a second opinion from a specialist it turned
> out she didn't have cataracts and lived about 16 years, the last two
> nearly blind and deaf though. My ex said that right up until two days
> before she left us, she begged to go for a walk on her little arthritic
> legs! Aren't dogs just amazing? Glad your pup made it through her
> kidney problems. Was it a poison or a medicine that cause it?
>
> dave
>
> RKON wrote:
>
> > Dave By the Bay:
> >
> > I'm sorry to hear about the loss of your little friend. I never knew how
> > tough it is and how attached you become to the canine friend until this
past
> > June when we almost lost our puppy to Kidney failure. She is fine and
> > healthy now thanks to our vet.
> >
> > Hang in there and keep busy. Make a scroll saw tribute to your old buddy
and
> > put it up in your shop. It will always serve as a warm reminder on those
> > chilly Bay Area days.
> >
> > Rich
> >
> >
> >
> > "Bay Area Dave" <[email protected]> wrote in message
> > news:[email protected]...
> >
> >>I sit here at the computer many times because I'm waiting. I wait for
> >>glue to dry. I wait for inspiration. I wait for the rain to pass so I
> >>can spray a finish. I wait for the water-soaked pavement to dry and the
> >>humidity to drop before spraying my desk. Sometimes I wait for wood to
> >>acclimate a few days (or more, depending on how paranoid I'm feeling
> >>about it) before planing and sawing into shape. I wait for contact
> >>cement to reach that perfect level of dryness for maximum bond strength.
> >> I wait for stain to dry it's suggested time, and then wait a couple
> >>more hours, "just in case". I wait near the end of the day to start
> >>anything big, as I don't do well late in the day; I'm a morning doer. I
> >>wait to have a beer until AFTER I'm done using power equipment for the
> >>day, but that's ok, as I don't need to drink more one beer a day anyway.
> >> I wait for answers on the Wreck to help with an immediate problem, and
> >>am rarely disappointed. I wait for the little heater to warm up the
> >>shop when I need 65 degrees to apply oil based poly (4 coats). I wait
> >>for the poly to dry enough between coats so as not to load up the
> >>sandpaper with those annoying clumps called corning. I wait for my
> >>blood sugar to climb back up to a safe range after eating to counteract
> >>an insulin reaction. I wait for my dog to do her business in the back
> >>yard so she won't wander into the planter boxes, getting muddy. I wait
> >>for her in vain when she asks to go outside, only to chase the
> >>squirrels; not to relieve herself. I waited for the moment when it was
> >>inevitable that I call my ex at work to tell her it's time to put our
> >>beloved 16 year old cockapoo to sleep within the next hour, as she was
> >>failing fast. and I wait for the vet hospital to call me with the news
> >>that her ashes are ready for pickup. I'm always waiting for
something...
> >>
> >>
> >>
> >>Life was simpler when all I waited for was Christmas!
> >>
> >>
> >>dave
> >>
> >
> >
> >
>