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It is a sad day when they have to leave.
Tuesday, July 21st, 2015... I do not feel like writing MY RAMBLING this morning
because I feel old. Gees, that sounds terrible. Let me stop writing for a
minute and ponder that thought. Hmmm, okay. I have pondered. I have changed my
mind about both initial thoughts. I think, as my grandkids grow older, they need
less supervision so that is a good thing. When they were younger, I could jump
into those ocean waves and save them. Today, I only guard the pool in the
backyard. Four of them are here now, and they are not concerned about all the
recent shark attacks on our coast. Even my youngest, Diane, is taking it in
stride, and she is the number one worrier in the family. She told me that she took solace
in a recent article that she read about ten things deadlier than sharks. I
don't think I will name them all here, but let's start with number one. Did you
know that 150 people annually are killed by falling coconuts? Not to worry, I
cut down our only palm tree a few years ago. Number two is a tough one to
believe, but it is true. Twenty children or young adults have died in sand
holes since 1985. Number three - traffic lights. YOU can read about that one
if you want. Four and five are dogs and icicles. I might as well list the rest
and you can email me if you want the site so you can do some reading. I know
you will want to read it when you get to number ten on the list. Here is the
rest of the list - Cold Weather, Cows, Champagne Corks, Lightning, and Vending
Machines. I was surprised that lightning only made it to number nine. Oh,
yeah, my twenty year old grandson, Nic, did get attacked by a sting ray....very
painful. No ambulance was called, but a visit to the Urgent Care was
necessary. (What are you doing on August 4th?)
Tuesday, July 7th, 2015... Let's Rumble............oops, I mean Ramble. I am a
Yankee by birth. I was born in the greatest city in the USA. When I retired
and moved south, I didn't brag and push the ways of the North. I wanted to fit
in. However, some of my poker buddies were diehard Southerners. They called me
a damn Yankee not just a Yankee. However, they told me that I wasn't a God Damn
Yankee. I didn't have the inclination to ask what that was because I didn't
want to stir up any more Civil War feelings. None of them flew the Confederate
Flag, to my knowledge, but two of them thought the South would rise again. They
disliked the Yankees even though their businesses needed those Northern dollars. They felt strongly that
Washington, DC did not have the right to tell them how to run their state.
I asked them about Blacks and slavery. Only one was still prejudice.
One pointed out that Lincoln wrote a letter to Horace Greeley saying he would
keep slavery. Here are the exact words. "I would save the Union.
If I could save the Union without freeing any slave, I would do it; and if I
could save it by freeing all the slaves, I would do it. What I do about
Slavery and the colored race, I do because I believe it helps to save this
Union." Okay, enough rambling. I believe everyone has the right to
fly any flag that he or she wants...............and suffer the consequences.
Since I have never met any slaves, I can't tell you how they would feel about
the Confederate Flag. Oh, I am glad that they have removed THE DUKES OF
HAZZARD from television so the impressionable youths of today don't get any evil
thoughts. I always thought Daisy's shorts were too revealing. (Next
spouting off day will be on the 21st)
Tuesday, June 23rd, 2015... Summer is here! Our summer rotation of
family has started. Rip and Mel are here with Halie and Josh, but no Nic -
adulthood changes lifestyles. Not to worry - Nic will be here next month
with a friend. I hope he brings a 'shark' knife with him so he can protect
himself.......no, not from his friend, but from any 'unfriendlies' he might come
across while he is surfing. There is not much to talk about the family and
friends that just arrived yesterday around 4 a.m.
Oh, yes, Halie and Josh brought friends - Amanda and John. I hope they enjoy
themselves and find everything suitable at 1205. I will make notes if they have
any problems with the amenities. Okay, let's take a look at the bad news - only
because it is difficult to find any good news on the internet. Gees, I checked out four
stories, but they are too bad to write about. Maybe I can clean two of
them to a PG rating. Are you ready? Some folks are saying the
following was a prank; others say it was Satanic. Either way it is sick when an
18 year old senior cuts up a dead cow and leaves the parts all over a high
school campus. Yes, students in Woodstock, Connecticut found the 'remnants' when they showed up last week to take their finals.
The next one is funny if no one was hurt. Well, the Hawkins County Police in
Tennessee had to arrest a local couple for stabbing their neighbor. Did I hear
a why did they stab the neighbor. Well, the neighbor in the apartment next to
this couple - Johnny and Erin - called the police because of too much noise.
Police came and determined that the couple were making loud noises during sex.
That was okay with Johnny and Erin, but when the police came a second time for
the same reason, I guess, Johnny and Erin just lost it and had to take some
'other' action toward their squealing neighbor. I do have a question - were they arrested for aggravated
assault or aggravating
sex? (Let's meet again on July 7th)
Tuesday, June 9th, 2015... I love the United States of America. I don't know
if I have this strong feeling for country because I was a teenager in a time
when it was cool to be patriotic and to show it. Or do I have this spirit
because my father always expressed a steadfast love of his adopted country?
Yes, my father came to this country when he was sixteen years old. He left his
mother and three siblings to journey by himself to join his father and two
brothers here in a great city and a great country. Yes, he lived in a section
of New York City where the majority of people were of the same nationality, and
he learned the language of his new country. I wish I could say that I am
writing this because I was thinking of my father or because Memorial Day just
passed or that Flag Day is coming up this week. However, I can't. I am writing
this because I am annoyed about something I experienced while watching a
baseball game on television. I love baseball so I
purchase the MLB package every year from Directv. I watch my favorite team as much as I
can, and I watch a few other games especially the final innings of the close
ones. I am
a Yankees fan, but I watch the Mets, too. Recently, I checked out a game
between the Mets and the Marlins. However, I don't care for the Mets'
announcers so I switched over to the Florida Marlins feed. The MLB package
allows me to watch either market..........usually, but that is another story.
It was a good game so I decided to watch it. I was shocked during one
commercial break when they played an entire commercial in Spanish. I could not
believe it. I thought it was a mistake, but they played another one later in
the game. What is wrong with learning English? I would never want anyone to forget their native language or traditions! But if
the decision was to come to this country to live and work, then, by God and all
that is holy, everyone should become part of the USA and learn English!
(Some of the kids will be here on the 23rd - will you?)
Tuesday, May 26th, 2015... IMUS IN THE MORNING is going off the air.
Not to worry, he is still going to be on the radio. However, I don't think
I could listen to him live on the radio - too many commercials. I wonder
if there is a way to 'tape' it and
cut out all the commercials. It was easy to watch/listen to it on FoxBusiness because I could watch the three hour show in about an hour and a
half. So thank you, Imus, it has been an enjoyable experience although you
were getting a little repetitive at the end. Will I find something else on the
tube or will I just put on my Amazon Prime music which I love? Time will tell.
Speaking of time, I started bike riding again. I am only riding three or four
times a week, but I am out of my bad winter habits. I won't tell you about how
far I am riding because my own kids don't believe me. They say there is a
problem with the decimal point in my mileage. Oh, well, I was not a math
teacher. I have a story to tell about my ride last Friday. It is a true story,
but I know that my youngest is going to doubt it. First of all, everyone knows
I say hello or good morning to everyone I pass even those 'serious' bikers who
almost never respond. Well, I passed a young lady who was walking south as I
was going north. She was plugged in to her iPod, but I said a loud good morning
any way. Needless to say, she did not respond so I gave her the infamous
ARGH.... and continued on my ride. I knew I wasn't going to make it a marathon
session because the wind was just a little too strong even at the early hour of
seven. I rode two more miles and turned around. Riding home, I spotted her a
few blocks ahead of me. She was still plugged in to her iPod. I moved to the
middle of the road, got up right behind her, and in my manly, strongest voice I
said, "Have a nice day!" She jumped to the side of the road as I sped by. I
was smiling so much and giggling to myself that I didn't see one of those
'serious' bikers zoom right by me. That is the first one that has passed me in
two years. My record is shot because I was being a wiseass. There has to be a
moral to this 'true' story, but I can't think of one. (Will my summer friends
meet us here on June 9th?)