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I agree it is not good to be bereft of funds. An emergency fund or in the case of any small business owner, at least a couple of months working capital. Some bills need to be paid whether the cash is flowing or not. For instance, I have never missed a payroll, doing so would be more than bad for company moral, it would shake my crew's trust in me.

Oh my goodness, it is Monday morning. "Back to work you slug", I say to myself, ;]
 
"We have too much space"

"Men don't have enough space. Ever."

Truer words were never spoken.


Says the man who is actively moving from 2000 sq ft house w full basement to 1200 sq ft condo. You will all be witness and unwilling recipients of many much the updates on this.
Best of luck, I admire people who can do that, I'm not sure it is in me to downsize spacewise. In fact, if I ever do move, it will be to a place with more acreage, not less. I don't need a big house, but garage or a barn and land for garden(s), hopefully a pond, yeah.

I assume your condo assn doesn't have a place for shipping containers, they are a lifesaver. Of course only if you buy them, renting them for anything other than temp construction projects or moving foolish, same with storage units.
 
Best of luck, I admire people who can do that, I'm not sure it is in me to downsize spacewise. In fact, if I ever do move, it will be to a place with more acreage, not less. I don't need a big house, but garage or a barn and land for garden(s), hopefully a pond, yeah.

I assume your condo assn doesn't have a place for shipping containers, they are a lifesaver. Of course only if you buy them, renting them for anything other than temp construction projects or moving foolish, same with storage units.
I can only imagine the pearl clutching that would ensue were I to install a rusty Maersk shipping container off my back deck. That made my day.
 
I'm at a different point in my life, 2 under ten. We bought our first house a couple months before our oldest was born, and my in-laws had saved a bunch of their old baby stuff. My wife and I are both the youngest of our siblings, so we got tons of hand-me-downs, which I appreciate. But there was so much stuff that it was difficult to find time to see what everything was. We have boxes of maternity and baby clothes we probably never opened.

So now we're wondering which niece is going to get knocked up first. We have a couple who are in their 20s, and one of them has a serious boyfriend. I've made the suggestion that we get a storage unit by my wife's hometown and just put all the maternity clothes, the clothes our kids have grown out of, and the baby toys in there and pay ahead a couple years, and I think she's taking it seriously.

I can't wait to give all that junk away. At this point I wonder if it really saved us any money to get those hand-me-downs, since we've been paying to store it, or if it just reduced what ended up in the landfill.
 
I can only imagine the pearl clutching that would ensue were I to install a rusty Maersk shipping container off my back deck. That made my day.
How about 8 of them? haha. But no reason for them to be rusty. It's really worth it to pay a little more for the "one trip" units, they are pretty much new. A gallon and a half olive drab industrial enamel (or other green of your choice) goes a long way to mellow out the brightly colored ones. The last few new ones I got have all been a rather unoffensive tan, so there is that too.
 
for anyone older than 60, get busy with your end game.
FTFY
if there's money in the bank, that changes the equation.
Get out of debt (I know, easy to say...) and save (also easy to say). If you can get a job with a 401(k), do it and maximize your savings.

If there's no money in the bank, any little thing can be a catastrophe.

I'm painfully aware that this super-obvious advice isn't actionable for a vast and presumably still growing portion of the population.
 
Another bit of free advice, which applies to me anyway;

It is good to consciously try to be optimistic. Some are naturally that way, and they are generally good people to be around. I have to work at it, and remember to appreciate what I've got. I'm not religious in that I'm not in any church, but I was raised that way, and some of those teachings are useful. For me it is good to remember to be grateful for what I have, it helps keep things in perspective when I look around at many with much worse situations.

Not saying one should be a pollyanna, sometimes things really suck, and then it is good to take action, make tough choices and move on or deal. But for me anyway, it could be a lot worse.

It is also easy to fall into the trap of; if I only had this (__________) everything would be peachy. That thing may or may not improve your life, but it ain't going to solve any problems with your mind or soul.

I'm think I'm actually getting some benefit typing this out on this forum, I don't get out much. If any of my ditherings are of use to anyone else, all the better.
 
I think the secret is getting out of the habit of living your life a week at a time (working) and get back to living every day one at a time. I am going to be one of those people who don't give a crap what day of the week it is.
 
As a quick aside, not to take anything away from your worries, but this phrase is pretty much how I treat my brewing equipment purchases :)
I agree, if I had a nice set of kettles, I'd have to worry about denting them or otherwise messing them up. They will never look as good as when you unpack them. If I daydreamed about that sort of thing, I could see a jacketed fermentor, but they are heavy, so first I'd have to put a sink with a kick pump in the cellar. That's the sort of reality that keeps dreams at bay, I suppose.

My daydreams involve contemplating rural real estate. Dare I say;

 
A wee bit early for the thread’s title, but just stopping by to say I made a dry Irish stout today, and there is nothing, I say nothing, that beats the smell of walking back into the brew space (my garage) a few hours after brewing that, and having a wall of beautiful roast barley scent smack your nostrils around.

At least to me.
 
A wee bit early for the thread’s title, but just stopping by to say I made a dry Irish stout today, and there is nothing, I say nothing, that beats the smell of walking back into the brew space (my garage) a few hours after brewing that, and having a wall of beautiful roast barley scent smack your nostrils around.

At least to me.
I've got one of those on tap right now. Mine is lovely, probably like yours.

Good evening, late niters. I'm sitting here watching the sunset, and the clouds drifting in from the gulf of mexico. Interesting how so many of them look like the dog I buried yesterday.

For your late nite soundtrack, a sad one from the possum.

 
Sorry pal. The dog I met I assume?
No, that one you met was probably a German Shorthair Pointer - she's doing fine. This was a vizsla, my daughter's. I now have two of that breed buried in the back yard. (I think I've buried 4 dogs and several cats back there! it's a danged graveyard)
 
Dirtywater dogs, Chicago style.
I ate so much coleslaw, I'll be a firehazard tomorrow. love me some sloppy slaw.
 

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Good evening late niters. Hope all is well.

I was searching for yeast today, White Labs specifically, and all I got were these images. My googling is not up to par. Not sure what went wrong.

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Here is an entry for your late night soundtrack. Enjoy.


Sleepwalk?

I remember melting the grooves on the LP you posted there, late 50s/early 60s. Actually it was my oldest sister’s album, and I remember that classic cover jacket like it was yesterday.

Please don’t remind me that I’m that old. But thanks for the trip down Memory Lane.
 
I'm old enough to remember sock hops, where nobody wore shoes on the dancefloor (which might have been a high school gym floor). This song was always the one at the end of the night where you gathered up your testicles and asked that one little chicky for a dance.

I'm sure this will elicit some laughs from the young folks here,
 
I'm old enough to remember sock hops, where nobody wore shoes on the dancefloor (which might have been a high school gym floor). This song was always the one at the end of the night where you gathered up your testicles and asked that one little chicky for a dance.

I'm sure this will elicit some laughs from the young folks here,
You can't wear street shoes on the gym floor.
 
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