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And I doubt my life is any better for knowing it now.
Or any worse had I not known it.
Depends on how you measure the value of 'life'... I don't have kids so I measure the value of mine in service to others, to my community and to the future of life in general and you've just improved mine. I'm a stickler for using the correct words and it's been a long time since I learned some new distinction between what I thought were synonyms.
I did not know that and appreciate your sharing it; You have conributed to my life. ...though now you've got me reviewing my funeral plans which haven't but need to change since my injury.
For myself, I honestly don't care what will become of my corpse when the neurons stop firing but the system we live in demands we at least offer suggestions for disposal. When I was younger and more about shoving my ideas in others faces, I wanted my corpse to ideally be fed into a wood-chipper pointing at the woods, but as I got older and acquired a great many freinds I decided that being cremated and having my ashes packed into little bottles and handed out to my closest friends would be nice. Since the injury though and my subsequent treatment by those who caused it and both levels of my governments willfully absconding from their promises to those who have no voice, I'm revisiting the wood-chipper idea, only pointed at thier institutions. I pushed most of my freinds away early on because the state I'm in depresses those who knew me so the corpse is again avaiable for new disposal ideas.
Let's here from others; Drunken funeral plans.
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I have noticed I get a little disturbed when I see a graveyard OR cemetery that doesn't have a FENCE around it.

it may be an irrational disturbance.



I spend too much time on the net trying to find funny crap to post.

"What's the diff between a graveyard and a cemetery?"
"Graveyard has a church attached and a cemetery doesn't"

I did not know that.

And I doubt my life is any better for knowing it now.
Or any worse had I not known it.

Jack Handy deep thought indeed.
 
Another good idea would be to check your fossil fuel burners; new nozzles on oil burners, filters all around, igniter points gap, etc.
 
Speaking of heating season....gotta ask you guys a question, might even be a poll. WHY has there not been a scientific study on how men turn into 8-year-olds when they are 'sick'???? Wonderful Husband is currently whining about how crappy he feels, being pissy, and insisting on the thermometer instead of my 'mom' version of checking his temperature (you all know what I'm talking about; dry lips pressed to the forehead are a much better gauge than a thermometer).(get yer minds outta the gutter). No fever, just cranky. But you'd think it's the plague. WHY????????
 
Speaking of heating season....gotta ask you guys a question, might even be a poll. WHY has there not been a scientific study on how men turn into 8-year-olds when they are 'sick'???? Wonderful Husband is currently whining about how crappy he feels, being pissy, and insisting on the thermometer instead of my 'mom' version of checking his temperature (you all know what I'm talking about; dry lips pressed to the forehead are a much better gauge than a thermometer).(get yer minds outta the gutter). No fever, just cranky. But you'd think it's the plague. WHY????????
Oh dear sweet lady. If child birth is a 3 on the pain and misery scale (I imagine it's sort of like a stubbed toe? Stepping on a lego is a 6 at least), well MAN-FLU is about three hundred on that same scale. Obviously we have evolved hyper sensitive pain receptors to deal with injuries sustained hunting sabre tooth tigers. Or something.
 
Here’s the way it works at my house.

Her: “wow. I feel like crap. I think I’m getting sick. I’ve got a headache and I think I may have a fever”.
Me: “uh oh. Here’s some Tylenol. Let me tuck you into your recliner with a blanket. Here’s the remote. Can I get you anything? Chicken soup?”

Me: “wow. I feel like crap. I think I’m getting sick. I’ve got a headache and I think I may have a fever”.
Her: “ Geez. You’re such a wimp. One little headache and you whine like a toddler. Ok. So you have a temp of 101. Big deal. There’s a pot pie in the freezer. Get away from me. You’re still weed-eating the fence, right?”
 
my annual PSA about the dangers of using real candles in your jack-o-lanterns
this was right across from my sister's condo in East Hanover, NJ
4 families lost their homes due to stupidity


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my annual PSA about the dangers of using real candles in your jack-o-lanterns
this was right across from my sister's condo in East Hanover, NJ
4 families lost their homes due to stupidity


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Besides them, who even does that anymore? Fake candles are wayy cheaper and more safe.

The things people do that are not fire safe. SMH 😵This is a good picture for a fire prevention week presentation.
 
I'm of the age where physical fitness isn't something you do for fun, to get laid, or signal your affluence to your peer group. Rather, I engage in physical fitness to stave off death.

Which brings us to why I was trudging as fast as my middle aged carcass will allow along the river bluffs of Ft. Washington this morning and, also, how I was nearly hit in the head by a half-eaten baby racoon that fell out of the trees a mere ten feet in front of me.

When a very dead, half-eaten baby raccoon falls *THUD!* out of the trees ten feet in front of you on the trail you're huffing through in the woods, it really makes you think.

Now, a younger man might contemplate the cruelty of nature and rebel against the unfairness that resulted in the adorable, young life (the front half of it was still adorable, the aft end was a gory *&*%$& mess) having been balefully extinguished. I, however--firmly in middle age--found it amazing and wondrous that I should live long enough to be bombarded by dead, half-eaten baby raccoons falling out of trees.

What are the odds?
 
I, however--firmly in middle age--found it amazing and wondrous that I should live long enough to be bombarded by dead, half-eaten baby raccoons falling out of trees.

What are the odds?
I would be wondering what had been eating it, and if it was something that I'd need to be able to outrun. But your thought is certainly more inspirational! 😁
 
I would be wondering what had been eating it, and if it was something that I'd need to be able to outrun. But your thought is certainly more inspirational! 😁
Had I been home in Oregon, I would've been on full brown alert. Just outside the DC line, there's not much of anything to worry about. Well, aside from animals that have learned to drive cars. Those are scary but infrequently found in trees.

It must've been an owl, anything else would've made noise or given me a good talking to.
 
customer, who can't access our program due to not taking Grog's advice & firing their IT people: I hate our IT people.
 
I'm of the age where physical fitness isn't something you do for fun, to get laid, or signal your affluence to your peer group. Rather, I engage in physical fitness to stave off death.

Which brings us to why I was trudging as fast as my middle aged carcass will allow along the river bluffs of Ft. Washington this morning and, also, how I was nearly hit in the head by a half-eaten baby racoon that fell out of the trees a mere ten feet in front of me.

When a very dead, half-eaten baby raccoon falls *THUD!* out of the trees ten feet in front of you on the trail you're huffing through in the woods, it really makes you think.

Now, a younger man might contemplate the cruelty of nature and rebel against the unfairness that resulted in the adorable, young life (the front half of it was still adorable, the aft end was a gory *&*%$& mess) having been balefully extinguished. I, however--firmly in middle age--found it amazing and wondrous that I should live long enough to be bombarded by dead, half-eaten baby raccoons falling out of trees.

What are the odds?
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Unless threatened or rabid I doubt a bobcat would attack a human. We have them around here, and every bobcat-human interaction I've ever heard about has the bobcat running away as fast as it can. But I suppose there could be an exception to that, and I sure as hell wouldn't want it to be me.
 
Judging by the prevalence of scat and having seen quite a few, foxes seem to be the most prevalent toothy critters. As such, rabies is the primary concern. I wouldn't be surprised to learn that there are bobcats, but I haven't seen any scat.

Actually, I guess it's ticks, then rabies.

On second thought, pawpaws are the most dangerous thing in those woods. I slipped on one in August and had to take a week off because I jacked up my knee pretty good.

Now that I think about, my damned fool self tearing around in the woods like I'm in my twenties is likely the single biggest danger to me.
 
On the off chance that you guys might enjoy this, I thought I'd share a few pictures of Ft. Washington with you. It's a beautiful place with with an interesting, but thankfully not very exciting history. It was built on the Potomac River, downstream from DC and the confluence of the Potomac and Anacostia Rivers. It didn't stop the Canadians from burning down the White House.

The fort was built about 3/4 of the way to Mt. Vernon, but on the Maryland bank of the Potomac. This is a photo of the fort from the Virginia side of the river. It's an imposing structure.
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Here is a picture of the fort’s main gate, looking out across the river toward Mt. Vernon. Yes, it has a draw bridge.
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Pictures looking up the bluff, with the river to my back.
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The place is honeycombed with various mortar and long tube batteries. These much later installations were built in reinforced concrete at a time when muzzle loading pieces were still the norm, a very short-lived period of time.
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This is a map of the installation, to give you a sense of the scale of this series of fortifications.
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Some pictures from the ramparts, first looking across the river toward Mt. Vernon to the southeast, then directly below the fort showing some of the batteries below the ramparts. Yup, that’s a lighthouse out on the point.

Part of the fort's defenses included torpedo batteries. These weren't the motorized torpedoes that we're familiar with. Rather, you can think of them as explosive bouys that were moored beneath the surface and detonated from the shore when a ship full of pyromaniac Canadians were judged to be near the torpedo.
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There are painted box turtles galore, some more serious turtles, deer all over the place, snakes, groundhogs and countless birds.
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Here's a picture of a deer taking a dump that I'm very proud of.
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And, like most of the Capitol region, there are cherry trees.
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I won't bore you with pictures of the trail that I slog through. It's just a deer trail through the woods. Not much to see, really.

I hope you found this interesting. It blows me away that this exists a mere 10 miles south of the District line. It played a big role in the project that I undertook last year and it's quite important to me, which is why I took the time to post this great big mess for you. It's an amazing place.
 

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