I get mostly male cardinals in my tree out front. I don't have anything to take a decent picture with. No cameras. And based on my personal photo you can see what kind of images I get off the computer camera. I should've gone into photography. As I got older I enjoyed pictures more than life itself. I enjoy looking at things and thinking what a nice photo they'd be.
From A Wide Spot In The Road
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drifter
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Do you have a phone with a camera? You may have said so somewhere and I missed it.
If you took your avatar, it's not half bad; better than mine. Try it out, neighbor.
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It's eighty-eight degrees outside. Supposed to get up to eighty-nine in the next hour or so. Ninety tomorrow.
A twenty-five MPH wind is blowing from the south with gusts higher. Somebody offered me a one of those
handicap scooters last fall. Wish I 'd taken it. At the time I was only thinking about hauling it to the store or
somewhere and knew my car was not rigged for hauling one. I wasn't thinking about , unable to go anywhere
being isolated, can't walk anywhere but stuck here at the house. A scooter would allow me to run down to
Dollar General or maybe to Sprouts, or to the parks, but then I didn't know I'd be in this shape.
The shade out in the back yard looks inviting. I have trouble getting back there; trouble getting back into the house.
I have an old wheel chair. When it cools off this evening, I'm going to place my my portable oxygen on the back,
and wheel myself out front, see if that easier than walking out carrying my oxygen which makes me so short of
breath and sometime slow to recover. Some have identified me correctly, an old man who can't do anything. The
last time I tried that wheel chair I slowly wheeled my self out on the driveway then had trouble getting back into
the garage. I know I'm rather useless but I feel I need to keep trying.
My room-mate washed the dishes this morning while I took my meds. I emptied all the potable trashes into the
kitchen trash bag. Room-mate carried the trash out to the barrel. I folded two loads of her clothes she had washed
a couple days ago. The biggest chore we have is sweeping and mopping the floors. I can't do that. I get too out of breath.
But it's hard on my room-mate. Some things don't get done too often. As ridiculous as it sounds, getting dressed
is getting tougher to do. Sometimes that's the way we start winding down. Don't get me wrong, sports fans, I'm not
crying, just thinking out loud.
Here's a quote. "All of us learn to write in the second grade. Most of us go on to greater things. (Bassketball coach-
Bobby Knight)
That implies some few of us don't.
A twenty-five MPH wind is blowing from the south with gusts higher. Somebody offered me a one of those
handicap scooters last fall. Wish I 'd taken it. At the time I was only thinking about hauling it to the store or
somewhere and knew my car was not rigged for hauling one. I wasn't thinking about , unable to go anywhere
being isolated, can't walk anywhere but stuck here at the house. A scooter would allow me to run down to
Dollar General or maybe to Sprouts, or to the parks, but then I didn't know I'd be in this shape.
The shade out in the back yard looks inviting. I have trouble getting back there; trouble getting back into the house.
I have an old wheel chair. When it cools off this evening, I'm going to place my my portable oxygen on the back,
and wheel myself out front, see if that easier than walking out carrying my oxygen which makes me so short of
breath and sometime slow to recover. Some have identified me correctly, an old man who can't do anything. The
last time I tried that wheel chair I slowly wheeled my self out on the driveway then had trouble getting back into
the garage. I know I'm rather useless but I feel I need to keep trying.
My room-mate washed the dishes this morning while I took my meds. I emptied all the potable trashes into the
kitchen trash bag. Room-mate carried the trash out to the barrel. I folded two loads of her clothes she had washed
a couple days ago. The biggest chore we have is sweeping and mopping the floors. I can't do that. I get too out of breath.
But it's hard on my room-mate. Some things don't get done too often. As ridiculous as it sounds, getting dressed
is getting tougher to do. Sometimes that's the way we start winding down. Don't get me wrong, sports fans, I'm not
crying, just thinking out loud.
Here's a quote. "All of us learn to write in the second grade. Most of us go on to greater things. (Bassketball coach-
Bobby Knight)
That implies some few of us don't.
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Getting older here too. Can't move as good anymore. Dr wants me to exercise but, I'm already so tired from fighting the asthma & COPD & more work just drains me even more.
I have trouble tying my shoes on a bad day. Arthur likes to make my fingers too stiff to cooperate. I keep telling him he's a pain and needs to go see someone else. LOL!
I have trouble tying my shoes on a bad day. Arthur likes to make my fingers too stiff to cooperate. I keep telling him he's a pain and needs to go see someone else. LOL!
drifter
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Well, what's wrong with that? Nata. Try taking flowers or something small with it. Get close if you can. Try at different distances.
Fvirst thing you know you'll be showing me how to do stuff. But... but, I'm trying to figure out how you got your hair in the picture.
Just kidding, just kidding.
drifter
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No.
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I was going to lay down and take a nap but it's too late now.
Where does all the time go when you're having fun?
My wife needs some grass dug out of a small flower bed.
She offered a seventeen year old twenty-five bucks to do it
but he wasn't interested. I told her that wasn't enough. I
didn’t think he wants to do it. Maybe I wouldn’t either if I
was seventeen.
Where does all the time go when you're having fun?
My wife needs some grass dug out of a small flower bed.
She offered a seventeen year old twenty-five bucks to do it
but he wasn't interested. I told her that wasn't enough. I
didn’t think he wants to do it. Maybe I wouldn’t either if I
was seventeen.
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Do you have Vaseline to put on it?
drifter
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I don't know. I put blistex on the bottom lip. I'll check. Thanks.
drifter
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Okay. No a laptop is not the best device. Too bulky, too difficult to use. Sorry. If you had a camera no doubt you'd make good photos. You're very creative.
This sounds so familiar....
drifter
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Yes, I have become a blabber mouth during this epidemic. But I may have done so had the coronavirus not appeared.
I've always had a tendency to talk too much. Mouth has been my worst enemy. Maybe somewhere there is an island
similar to places where they once placed lepers, they send loud mouth old men who talk too much. Among them,
perhaps, they might find a genius, all bent over in the doorway of an abandoned house, talking to himself, going mad.
There's bound to be some cure, don't you think?
It's the man in that second doorway at the bend in the street.
Pour souls. Her sin, she's a leper. His? He's a blabber mouth.
I've always had a tendency to talk too much. Mouth has been my worst enemy. Maybe somewhere there is an island
similar to places where they once placed lepers, they send loud mouth old men who talk too much. Among them,
perhaps, they might find a genius, all bent over in the doorway of an abandoned house, talking to himself, going mad.
There's bound to be some cure, don't you think?
It's the man in that second doorway at the bend in the street.
Pour souls. Her sin, she's a leper. His? He's a blabber mouth.
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drifter
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The wind has calmed, down from the twenty-five to thirty-five mph of the past few days.
At seven miles an hour it gently rocks the top of the large trees. A good day for riding
your bike or being outside in the shade. It's eighty degrees. The weather is frozen on my
light iPad. Frozen at 88 degrees from a couple days ago.
I stopped all activity ealier and explained what the buttons do on her hearing aid. Where
to turn it up and which button turns it down. She is going blind. She has an eye diease,
blind alredy in one eye, and cateracts. They wouldn't operate on her other eye until she
gets to where she can't see ojut of her good eye, which dow has the cateract. As soon
as the virus thing dies down, I expect she'll have it done.
At seven miles an hour it gently rocks the top of the large trees. A good day for riding
your bike or being outside in the shade. It's eighty degrees. The weather is frozen on my
light iPad. Frozen at 88 degrees from a couple days ago.
I stopped all activity ealier and explained what the buttons do on her hearing aid. Where
to turn it up and which button turns it down. She is going blind. She has an eye diease,
blind alredy in one eye, and cateracts. They wouldn't operate on her other eye until she
gets to where she can't see ojut of her good eye, which dow has the cateract. As soon
as the virus thing dies down, I expect she'll have it done.
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Drifter honey, there's no cure. You are who you are. I for one will not judge you. Mostly because I was blessed with a big mouth, too. I just have to conceal mine whether I want to or not.
Have a good night. Stay safe!
drifter
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I see Japan's giant killer hornet has entered the United States. It attacts bee hives and decapitates the bees.
It is about the size fan adult thumb and has a large sharp singer. In Japan it kills about fifty people a years. It
has been spotted in Wasshington State.
It is about the size fan adult thumb and has a large sharp singer. In Japan it kills about fifty people a years. It
has been spotted in Wasshington State.
How do these things get into this country anyway?