My Last Day To Be Sixty Nine

Pretty good for sixty nine.

 

I am savoring it right now.  Man, what a deal?  William our friend from Calgary says life begins at seventy so maybe I should just relax about the whole thing and let things unfold gracefully.  Or let graceful things unfold maybe.

We have an outdoor party planned for tomorrow evening.  We have been so lucky with the weather with these winter night outdoor get togethers.  And tomorrow seems good, dry and cold.  Alperfect for huddling around a bonfire and maybe roasting a marshmallow or two.

It will be the solstice tomorrow also.  New hope for the coming seasons will be ignited.  At the summer solstice coming up I will hopefully be looking at six inch high corn plants, all young and green and hopeful.  It will be time to wonder if they will indeed be knee high by the Fourth.  And the weeds will be challenging me for dominance and I will be complaining about them.  Hopefully all that will happen to this guy.  Hopefully you will be here also to hear me complain.

I am at the hospital today for treatment.  Usually I can’t write the blog from here but I seem to be doing remarkably well at the moment.  Let’s see what else is new on my last day at sixty nine on the planet?

Well, down on I-5 the sturdy characters who move locomotives are moving one today.  We learned from the news that these engines weight two hundred and seventy thousand pounds.  It would be easy to move if it were on the tracks, needless to say, really.  But this particular locomotive is smack dab in the southbound lanes of our beloved Interstate.  We didn’t know how darn beloved our roadway was until this happened either.

Let’s see how many Starbuck’s grande coffees would equal two hundred and seventy thousand pounds.  That’s for Seattle folks.  Or how many Gideon Bibles?  Or how many William’s from Calgary?  Well, it’s freakin heavy however you try and look at it.   And they are going to load it on a really bigass lowboy trailer with a really bigass yellow crane.  And off it goes to sit at some out of the way place where sturdy folks with really heavy clipboards are going to stare at it until they can pronounce whether it can be rebuilt or scraped.

Well, maybe that is more than you wanted or needed to know but it is all big news here in the neighborhood.   On the human side people are continually being discharged from local hospitals as they begin to recover.  Hopefully being home for Christmas will be a possibility for some.

Yup, that’s about it for today.  Oh, one more thing, the receptionist at the doc’s office told me on my way out to, “behave thyself”.  That seventeenth century English really put the fear in me.  She doesn’t even know me that well.

Love you guys, Felipe.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

6 thoughts on “My Last Day To Be Sixty Nine”

  1. Hola Felipe,
    Could you write how “my cover crop” is going in the winter solstice day??

    Not trying to distract you from the big reason of 21st Dec, though! ?

    Talk to you soon!
    Birth -1 day love,
    Cris

    1. Hola Cris ~ will do, we’ll have an agricultural report. And then there are the lavender plants too. I’m glad that you are not trying to distract me. You haven’t noticed that I am easily distracted have you? Talk to you tomorrow. Felipe.x

  2. Phil,

    I had to look up the spelling of septuagenarian, welcome to the club. Have a happy birthday and a very merry Christmas.

    1. Dave ~ the club, I like it. Hey I had a ball with Cathy and Tim. They are definitely fun company. Thanks. And a Merry Christmas, Felipe.

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