We agree that it is worth the price for the relief it gives and the fact that it's a natural product is a major plus!
We went with the 500mg on both the balm and the drops. Middle of the road on both and we can adjust from there if necessary.
Our version of retirement: Living a childhood dream
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We agree that it is worth the price for the relief it gives and the fact that it's a natural product is a major plus!
We went with the 500mg on both the balm and the drops. Middle of the road on both and we can adjust from there if necessary.
good plan
Emailed my old boss
bear of a man
filthy rich
doesn't mince words
still has a presence about him
told him about this stuff
he emailed back
terse replies
knew he was unadmittedly piqued
told him, 'just order it, you will thank me'
he's got it coming in
gotta say, I too am now piqued
the fun part was taking the opportunity to slam his gnarly hind end with derogatory sarcasm
gawd, this retirement gig rocks
What better gift could one give than relieving another persons pain? He will appreciate it very shortly, I know I do!
so far, battin' a thousand
very glad it's working for you guys
life can get back to precious with a bit o' oil
how good is THAT?!
We are too, thanks!
The oil drops are due today by 8pm which means I'll get them tomorrow. The USPS and other shipping companies like UPS and FedEx are pretty coy. About a year or so ago they changed their shipping requirements on what constitutes a business day for package deliveries from 5pm to 8pm, knowing full well that very few businesses are open beyond 5pm. This way they squeak an extra day out of their delivery times. Amazon does this all the time. I pay $99 per year for Prime which includes free two day shipping, but I have all my items shipped to my work so they do't sit on my porch at home. My company shuts down at 5pm so I always get the delivery on the 3rd day now.
I did that too, before retirement
carried into my office, no less
Now?
Deliveries via UPS come to the little local store a few miles down the path
However
I now try to get everthing via USPS (snail mail) since they Email what's in my box (a little pic, even)
My PO Box is 25 mi away
jaywsquires
New Member
- Location
- Bakersfield, CA
What a legacy you are leaving humanity, Gary. It's your creativity on all levels that I see is off the grid. It's a lifestyle that's not for everyone. I'm sure that makes you positively giddy!
Jay
Jay
‘Giddy’
Is THEE word, yessir
and, no, it's not for everyone
pursuit and acquisition of whatever makes one happy, content
THAT! can never ever ever be argued with
if it's finally plopping into the lazy boy after 50 years of toil, flicking thru channels til you doze off...or scaling a cliff until you grab the wrong rock, man, that's OK, you earned it
(I sometimes feel guilty with this happiness/contentment deal, but it goes away)
Backing up some more;
The Wall
As our custom with all our cabin builds, we struggle in places.
The most memorable event this time was raising the wall.
Built it on the floor.
Simple.
Kinda fun.
‘OK, we’ll just tilt this wall up and while you balance it I’ll scurry around and nail the sole plate then level and brace it.’
Heh
Something happens at the in between place, the pulling something up as far as you can go, then somehow magically converting to pushing it up.
There’s a little squat/jump (clean/jerk) maneuver of which I’ve never had much command.
I used to just power thru it.
Anymore, if I squat, the sit move comes directly after.
First attempt we couldn’t get it above our bellybuttons.
S-o-o-o-o, we just stood there and quivered, looking at each other while we considered our next move.
Seems the only thing on me that wanted to move was my sphincter.
I may have pooped a little.
....don’t tell anybody.
Can’t say we panicked.
To panic, one must actually do something.
We mainly just watched each other’s eyeballs extend past their sockets as our arms slowly but convincingly conceded to gravity.
My mind raced in place on a mental treadmill.
I hadn’t given much forethought to the possibility of failure.
We came to a mutual conclusion;
‘DROP IT!!!!’
We circled the wall.
We pondered the wall.
‘OK, now we know it’s heavy.’
Second attempt we managed to slide it right off the floor....standing it up....on the ground.
‘Well....I’ll just pick up my end and put it on the floor, then sidle over and help you with your end.’
Why is it that one reacts favorably to the really stupid bonehead ideas right away?
Eventually, we laid (plopped) it back on the floor, and nailed a long 2x4 to the other end of the floor to stop the sucker.
‘Maybe we should get a run at it.’
(insert crazed, maniacal laughter here).
Finally, we steeled ourselves, and with gritted resolve and determination....and the knowledge that, win or lose, this was going to be our laaaast attempt while on this earth...or at least this day, we reached deep into our psyche.
An old man and a sweet not as old woman with a realy nice hind end was able to get that wall up that evening.
There’s laughter, then there’s higher pitched, relieved laughter.
It goes like this; eh heh...eh heh....eh heh.
The Wall
As our custom with all our cabin builds, we struggle in places.
The most memorable event this time was raising the wall.
Built it on the floor.
Simple.
Kinda fun.
‘OK, we’ll just tilt this wall up and while you balance it I’ll scurry around and nail the sole plate then level and brace it.’
Heh
Something happens at the in between place, the pulling something up as far as you can go, then somehow magically converting to pushing it up.
There’s a little squat/jump (clean/jerk) maneuver of which I’ve never had much command.
I used to just power thru it.
Anymore, if I squat, the sit move comes directly after.
First attempt we couldn’t get it above our bellybuttons.
S-o-o-o-o, we just stood there and quivered, looking at each other while we considered our next move.
Seems the only thing on me that wanted to move was my sphincter.
I may have pooped a little.
....don’t tell anybody.
Can’t say we panicked.
To panic, one must actually do something.
We mainly just watched each other’s eyeballs extend past their sockets as our arms slowly but convincingly conceded to gravity.
My mind raced in place on a mental treadmill.
I hadn’t given much forethought to the possibility of failure.
We came to a mutual conclusion;
‘DROP IT!!!!’
We circled the wall.
We pondered the wall.
‘OK, now we know it’s heavy.’
Second attempt we managed to slide it right off the floor....standing it up....on the ground.
‘Well....I’ll just pick up my end and put it on the floor, then sidle over and help you with your end.’
Why is it that one reacts favorably to the really stupid bonehead ideas right away?
Eventually, we laid (plopped) it back on the floor, and nailed a long 2x4 to the other end of the floor to stop the sucker.
‘Maybe we should get a run at it.’
(insert crazed, maniacal laughter here).
Finally, we steeled ourselves, and with gritted resolve and determination....and the knowledge that, win or lose, this was going to be our laaaast attempt while on this earth...or at least this day, we reached deep into our psyche.
An old man and a sweet not as old woman with a realy nice hind end was able to get that wall up that evening.
There’s laughter, then there’s higher pitched, relieved laughter.
It goes like this; eh heh...eh heh....eh heh.
jaywsquires
New Member
- Location
- Bakersfield, CA
That Emerson fella was kinda hip!
Top O' the Mornin' Gary!
'tis
Next time you address a wall, say the magic words:"Hello Wall"!
putting together some notes on my roof experiences now
note to self: rocks
Well, since my now consistent non chronological events are getting pretty regular
Why mess that up
The shop
A labor of love/angst
After storing a portion of needful tools in my haphazardly designed and put together in the snow with scrap wood engineering marvel tool crib for pushing two years,
it got quite cramped
I made time (most the summer) for building a shop
The size for the shop needed to be large enough to swing 4x8 sheets of this and that over and thru a table saw, and contain my 12” sliding miter saw…and a shop bench….and a place to store materials of various sizes…and double doors (since there never really is enough room no matter the shop size)
Oh, and to house two gennys, one for lights, small tools, and one humongous gas guzzling one for running the saws
The floor, as mentioned back a ways, is nothing more than thick boards on treated 4x4s on cement pads
With Tyvek sandwiched in between
My ‘foundation’ designs have proven worthy thru a few decades now, no matter the jovial banter and deriding of actual builders/engineers
Anyway, needed a roof pitch steep enough to slough off snow, so went with 45°
Aaaand 45°is a wonderful angle due to its reversibility in yielding a complete right angle
The side walls became 6’
Doable for two old people to erect roof joists on, yet enough to hang tools, and not the ridiculous height of 4’ like the first cabin
My lovely lady proved a worthy helper and demonstrated wood butcher’s expletives I’ve never heard before
Thought I’d have to put ‘er down a couple times due to writhing and flopping around, but those were rare, and never bonked to the point of complete unconsciousness
Once the joists were secure and enough siding to keep the walls from going out of plumb, the roof became the next adventure
My roofs, much like my floors (actually just like my floors) are very simple
4x4 joists/rafters with 2x6 planks nailed tightly on top
Thin plywood veneer
30 lb felt
Metal roofing
I fell outa getting used to heights awhile back and never have regained trust in my balance since
Still
Had to
Having wrapped ratcheted straps to the exposed joists, scaffold and fully extended ladder, up I went
t’wards the end of screwing on the metal roofing, installing on the crown at the top, I developed the sensation of my ladder creeping, inching down
only it wasn’t a sensation
I found that clinging tightly to a sliding ladder with arms and legs while whisper whimpering the word ‘help’ is virtually no help
but beats helplessly clawing at slick metal roofing
Screaming for my garden tending woman proved somewhat life and limb saving
Her screams, however, after seeing the ladder pushing the scaffold away from the wall, hanging by a now loose strap, didn’t help settle my composure much
But
Slithering down, step by step
And once safely back on terra firma
things calmed
Strolling thru the framed structure, sipping a cool one, seeing it all in plumb, one gets a feeling of satisfaction on a late summer afternoon
Building the work bench was a sheer delight
Last sight of a clean work bench
Learned, midstream, a new window design that readily accommodates the changing of a broken pane
Broken panes happen
A dull spear of wood can zip thru a shop from the whirling blade of a table saw
Next, the doors
it's now my happy place
Well meaning folks have mentioned they want me to build their doors
I don’t build anything for anyone
Ever
I can only receive joy from building for me
Never would anything prove worthy for others
Sounds selfish
may be
But
It’s self preservation
After many years of personal neglect, I’ve come to know me
A young acquaintance I’ve come to admire, has a large leather tool satchel
Handed down from his father
Handed down from his father’s father
In it is various handsaws, hammers and chisels
Many quite uncommon, of which I’d never seen
Handed down from his father
Handed down from his father’s father
The lad can yield a wooden porch from those aged tools
They are well fitted joinery
Works of art
I don’t do that
Never will
My toil yields form fit function
With enough esthetic quality to keep me from vomiting, because, heh, I'm the one that has to look at it...for a very long time
Why mess that up
The shop
A labor of love/angst
After storing a portion of needful tools in my haphazardly designed and put together in the snow with scrap wood engineering marvel tool crib for pushing two years,
it got quite cramped
I made time (most the summer) for building a shop
The size for the shop needed to be large enough to swing 4x8 sheets of this and that over and thru a table saw, and contain my 12” sliding miter saw…and a shop bench….and a place to store materials of various sizes…and double doors (since there never really is enough room no matter the shop size)
Oh, and to house two gennys, one for lights, small tools, and one humongous gas guzzling one for running the saws
The floor, as mentioned back a ways, is nothing more than thick boards on treated 4x4s on cement pads
With Tyvek sandwiched in between
My ‘foundation’ designs have proven worthy thru a few decades now, no matter the jovial banter and deriding of actual builders/engineers
Anyway, needed a roof pitch steep enough to slough off snow, so went with 45°
Aaaand 45°is a wonderful angle due to its reversibility in yielding a complete right angle
The side walls became 6’
Doable for two old people to erect roof joists on, yet enough to hang tools, and not the ridiculous height of 4’ like the first cabin
My lovely lady proved a worthy helper and demonstrated wood butcher’s expletives I’ve never heard before
Thought I’d have to put ‘er down a couple times due to writhing and flopping around, but those were rare, and never bonked to the point of complete unconsciousness
Once the joists were secure and enough siding to keep the walls from going out of plumb, the roof became the next adventure
My roofs, much like my floors (actually just like my floors) are very simple
4x4 joists/rafters with 2x6 planks nailed tightly on top
Thin plywood veneer
30 lb felt
Metal roofing
I fell outa getting used to heights awhile back and never have regained trust in my balance since
Still
Had to
Having wrapped ratcheted straps to the exposed joists, scaffold and fully extended ladder, up I went
t’wards the end of screwing on the metal roofing, installing on the crown at the top, I developed the sensation of my ladder creeping, inching down
only it wasn’t a sensation
I found that clinging tightly to a sliding ladder with arms and legs while whisper whimpering the word ‘help’ is virtually no help
but beats helplessly clawing at slick metal roofing
Screaming for my garden tending woman proved somewhat life and limb saving
Her screams, however, after seeing the ladder pushing the scaffold away from the wall, hanging by a now loose strap, didn’t help settle my composure much
But
Slithering down, step by step
And once safely back on terra firma
things calmed
Strolling thru the framed structure, sipping a cool one, seeing it all in plumb, one gets a feeling of satisfaction on a late summer afternoon
Building the work bench was a sheer delight
Last sight of a clean work bench
Learned, midstream, a new window design that readily accommodates the changing of a broken pane
Broken panes happen
A dull spear of wood can zip thru a shop from the whirling blade of a table saw
Next, the doors
it's now my happy place
Well meaning folks have mentioned they want me to build their doors
I don’t build anything for anyone
Ever
I can only receive joy from building for me
Never would anything prove worthy for others
Sounds selfish
may be
But
It’s self preservation
After many years of personal neglect, I’ve come to know me
A young acquaintance I’ve come to admire, has a large leather tool satchel
Handed down from his father
Handed down from his father’s father
In it is various handsaws, hammers and chisels
Many quite uncommon, of which I’d never seen
Handed down from his father
Handed down from his father’s father
The lad can yield a wooden porch from those aged tools
They are well fitted joinery
Works of art
I don’t do that
Never will
My toil yields form fit function
With enough esthetic quality to keep me from vomiting, because, heh, I'm the one that has to look at it...for a very long time
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SifuPhil
R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
- Location
- Pennsylvania, USA
You're an amazing guy.
Beautiful work.
Beautiful work.
jaywsquires
New Member
- Location
- Bakersfield, CA
Dang but You and your Woman are a Renaissance couple. My admiration deepens with each post. May you both live exactly as long as you choose, while on the grow, tender and green.
Jay
Jay
More great pics Gary, you do good work!
FYI: Our CBD drops are still somewhere out in the USPS galaxy of the unknown. Every day I get two e-mails from USPS, one says my package is out for delivery that day by 8pm, the other states that my package is delayed and will not be delivered by the expected delivery date, which was last Thursday. I sent an e-mail to GoGreen Hemp.com and they did reply stating if I do not receive my package by end of day today to let them know and they will send out another one. In my mind I picture a postal worker sitting in his USPS delivery truck using my drops and feeling great.
FYI: Our CBD drops are still somewhere out in the USPS galaxy of the unknown. Every day I get two e-mails from USPS, one says my package is out for delivery that day by 8pm, the other states that my package is delayed and will not be delivered by the expected delivery date, which was last Thursday. I sent an e-mail to GoGreen Hemp.com and they did reply stating if I do not receive my package by end of day today to let them know and they will send out another one. In my mind I picture a postal worker sitting in his USPS delivery truck using my drops and feeling great.
Yup
Same situation happened to me awhile back
The ‘by 8pm’ notice
It being the weekend didn’t help
Don’t know about anywhere else, but the little town 25 mi south of us rolls up the streets by 5pm, or dark, whichever comes first
The town gets a bit rowdy, sometimes gun play, from the early evening on
If it’s anything like our situation, it’ll get there
But I did get a chuckle on yer very happy USPS driver thought
Godspeed
Thanks, guys
I'll now stuff that swelling ego back where it belongs...right beside the shriveled pituitary gland
Sumthin tells me I'll be contacting GoGreen Hemp tomorrow to have another package sent. Could be wrong, but based on my dealings with USPS over the years, once a package enters the twilight zone it usually stays in the twilight zone.
SifuPhil
R.I.P. With Us In Spirit Only
- Location
- Pennsylvania, USA
They'll get around to it. Buddha knows they're buying up everything else.
Yep, just a matter of time before Amazon gets a hold of em, I would think.