Being diabetic, alcohol is probably something I shouldn’t consume in quantity. Besides, I made up for it during my college years! :-P
And somewhat after…
Regardless, occasionally I still enjoy a good beer. By choice, I significantly cut back on the quantity I was imbibing as of 1 January, and have lost a significant amount of weight.
I’m not a fan of IPAs. India Pale Ales. They are just too hoppy for me. In my youth, I was a Budweiser man, escalating to Michelob for special occasions. And light beer never appealed to me. And heavy porters and such just aren’t for me. Not Guiness, either (sorry Brigid!) With the advent of micro-breweries, there have developed many more choices, however.
Lately, I’ve been enjoying Blue Moon, which is a Belgian Wheat Ale with orange undertone. Good restaurants serve it with an orange slice. Quite refreshing in the hot Summer months. I used to enjoy Lumberyard Raspberry Ale – but sadly the microbrewery in Flagstaff stopped production of this nectar. A couple of dear friends have gifted me with Lindeman’s Framboise Lambic, a low alcohol content from Belgium which can only be described as tasting like raspberry champagne! And, it’s corked! They have also given us Sonora White Chocolate Ale, which is yummy in combination with the Lambic, or all by itself. Sadly, I don’t drink these as often, because I view them as for special occasions. And I only have so many. :-)
Once of my loyal blog readers is Dave, of Musings Over A Pint. If you like thoughtful discourse, and discussion regarding beer, and firearms (separately, of course!) Dave’s your guy.
Give him a visit!
“Beer is proof that God loves us, and wants us to be happy.” – Benjamin Franklin
(Sadly, this is a misquote. What Dr. Franklin actually said was, “Behold the rain which descends from heaven upon our vineyards, there it enters the roots of the vines, to be changed into wine, a constant proof that God loves us, and loves to see us happy.”)
But wine is for another post.
Cheers! Or as Gramp always said, “Prosit” – loosely translated “May this beverage bring you health!”
I have met many fine folks whilst posting this blog.
Fortunately, prior to posting this blog, I have also met many fine folks!
TOMI THE ART HISTORIAN is one of them!
She and I met working side-by-side @ TMCCC, while she was in school. Now, she is teaching at the school!
AND, she began her blog yesterday!
She has oft commented here. And more importantly, she and her husband have been terrific friends.
PLEASE go and make her welcome. (at the link)
So, it’s another Father’s Day.
This is my twentieth without Molly around.
My own father lost a son (my twin brother – name unknown to me), and a daughter, through a previous divorce. He was not around to suffer the loss of Molly. If he had been, I could have asked him how he dealt with such ephemeral matters.
I guess I know, at least in part, how he dealt – he drank and he overate.
Traits familiar to me.
Fortunately, I’m not an alcoholic and am dealing with my food issues.
If only I knew how to deal with the issue of loss.
Guess I am, in reality. I’m still here. And I have the love of my friends and family.
And that, my friends, is everything.
Go and hug your children and tell them you love them! Because you never know.
My good friend Old NFO recently posted about playing board games (as opposed to playing electronic, I suppose?)
Of mention was the at one time ubiquitous Trivial Pursuit™.
And this tweaked a memory of mine.
(BTW – I’m not a big game player. Was never that skilled at chess, and sports are a loss for me, most of you regular readers know. Perhaps I’ve just not found the right game…?)
Sometime back in the 80s, Trivial Pursuit appeared on the scene. Being married at the time, the wife commanded we join with other couples to socialize. And play games. Sigh.
And Trivial Pursuit was the name of the game. (Better than Uno, that’s for certain!)
(I’ve made this statement before) My mind is a veritable cornucopia of useless crap! Translation – I know a lot of trivia!)
If memory serves me, we played twice, and we won twice! Then the other couples stopped playing with us for some reason(?) :-)
My Achilles heel was always the sports questions, unless there was some kind of historical import – then I knew it.
Fast-forward to working at TMCCC. Once of my coworkers for a while was a hipster. Calf length pant-shorts (somehow allowed in the dress code), tattoos on arms and legs. Visible piercings and ear gauges.
And a nice enough guy. Just not the sharpest spoon in the drawer. I think he was high during most of high school.
During some forgettable 4 month period, management created ‘games’ for us to play in our ‘teams’. To create cohesiveness amongst us. Even though we still we pitted against each other in the real world!
And one of these games was a daily trivia question from – you guessed it, someone’s defunct Trivial Pursuit set.
And I got a sports question:
Whom (I think it said who) did the Boston Red Sox (jokingly) offer to trade for Mickey Mantle in the 1950’s?
Of course, this was also historical, so I knew the answer – Ted Williams!
And tattoo boy was beside himself! HOW could you possibly know such a thing? You’re not a sports guy!
I don’t remember what menial award I received for getting the answer correct. Befuddling the hipster was the best reward.
BOREPATCH, blogger extraordinaire, posted his last post on June 11.
Almost SEVEN YEARS after his first!
He says he wants to hit the road on his new bike.
Can’t blame him, after all this time.
Vaya Con Queso, my friend!
Hope to catch that beer with you one day.
I was able to communicate with one of the many Bobs in my life last night. (Long-time readers know I’ve many friends named Bob and Dave. One childhood friend was even named Robert Davidson!)
The dear friend with whom I was a private investigator, and later worked together in a firearms emporium.
The one who lost the lower 12″ of his left leg due to diabetic complications. And almost lost his life.
Fortunately, things are going well as can be for him.
He’s been using a prosthesis now for about six weeks! He still has need of a wheelchair or a walker for some life activities.
The most important thing is he is active, continuing to test his limits, and has a terrific attitude.
One daughter is preparing to graduate from a local university; the other from Northwestern.
He is most proud.
I’m proud of him for his ongoing attitude. I’ve my own health issues – And he continues to show me that attitude is everything.
Thank you, Robert!
Inside your home…in your yard…on the street…
You got the drop on him (them) and they acceded to your demands, dropped their weapons
Do you have a PLAN? Coordinated with your family members? Who is going to be where? Who is calling the police?
You are in your pajamas and barefoot. How will you identify yourself to the police when they arrive?
OR WILL YOU BE SITTING HANDCUFFED ON THE KERB NEXT TO THE FELONS WHILE THE POLICE SORT THINGS OUT?
My point is simply this – HAVE A PLAN! For inside your home and yard. Coordinated with family, and perhaps even neighbors/block watch folks.
AND, if you get the drop on an armed robber out on the street, how do you expect to control them while you call the police? Is there a kidnapping and false imprisonment charge in your future?
We’re told by the experts to plan what to do if an armed robber goes up to the cashier at the Denny’s where we are sitting.
There should be a plan already thought out for the aftermath. EVEN IF NO ROUNDS ARE DISCHARGED.
Being an armed citizen is more of a responsibility than just carrying a gun.
Most of you regular readers know I HATE giving the government money. Doing so burns my libertarian soul.
I’m still driving Ol'(insert old-timey lady name here), my 2000 Oldsmobile Intrigue. Basically, because I’ve no other choice. And, it’s
registration involuntary ownership tax time again.
With the precursor of emissions testing.
(I always stop here to remember how the State legislator who forced through the emissions testing requirement soon left the legislature to work for the contractor who obtained the initial contract. No dirty politics here, no sir! :-))
I arrive just after the testing station opens and find I’m second in line. I’m a little worried, as my car sometimes stalls at idle, and sometimes the pollution control gimmick sticks in the engine and dashboard warning lights illuminate. Getting tested with dash lights on is a no-no! They’ve not come on in a few weeks, so I feel they are due.
I pull up when ordered, exit the vehicle, the guy does his testing, and she PASSES!
I re-enter the vehicle and crank her to start and leave, as instructed…
AND THERE IS A BACKFIRE! THE TESTING STATION (AND MY CAR INTERIOR) FILLS WITH SMOKE! But, as the car is running (and there is no obvious fire or dash warning lights), I drive away victorious!
And return home (after depositing appropriate gift funds to cover costs) and pay on-line to obtain my State license tags for yet another two years!
(To those of you who help me pay to keep my car registered and insured – I salute you!)
And to the State, who forces me to go through this nonsense every couple years to extort revenue from me – you already received my salute!
I’ve been prowling this Internet thing since the early 90’s. (Remember dial-up? *shudders*)
It still amazes me how it can connect people from all walks of life, from all over the world.
I remember surfing bulletin boards on the IRC (Internet Relay Chat) and found some guys in Finland. They found out I was American, and told me to go away!
I posted a few days ago about yet another medical adventure. This time with my upper GI tract. Seems I have GERD (gastroesophageal reflux disease) – aka acid reflux damage to my esophagus.
I chalked it up to getting older and poor diet. Whined about it and forgot. (I’ve a tendency to post stuff, then forget about what I posted – as if I needed to get it out of my head. Must be a writer(?)
The other day, I get a gift and nice note from a regular reader (who knew I had those?) whose reason was we both suffer from the same affliction!
Other people have sent me – and even brought me – gifts of money, ammo, and even single malt Scotch!
Sometimes, I feel unloved and forgotten…
FRIENDS, and the Internet are wonderful things!
(or perhaps not.)
As some of you know, my roommate is a renowned hairdresser. As such, she is an artiste’, or at least artistic. She is also (by her own admission)
an old hippie was a hippie in her youth.
As such, she tends to lean toward pushing the envelope stylistically.
Last Summer, around the time of her birthday, it occurred to me that I had no funds with which to acquire a birthday present for her. Nada, zip, zilch. And, as she is a good friend (among other things, she provides me with a room to rent!)
I had to do something.
I decided to grow a beard. She likes beards. Until her next birthday, which is in July. You have seen it’s progress here. (Tonsorial Splendor)
And she recently decided to tweak it!
Here is the result:
The good news is she also cut my hair shorter. I can probably live with this until July – Hey! it shows I’ve lost weight, too! :-)