I went to hardware store, bought 1/2″ plastic pipe and a 1/8 steel rod; made two mice catching buckets. Got tired of mice getting into Air Filter and Interior Compartment Filter/
I went to hardware store and bought a replacement Halogen bulb and installed in outdoor fixture.
I went to hardware store and bought a kit to fix my leaking (12 years) outdoor frost-free faucet. No leaks now.
Missions accomplished
NickelthroweR
April 22, 2018 11:45 am
Greetings,
At least the guy in that video had a bunch of great memories. If we are lucky then we can age into the handyman. After all, everyone needs the handyman at some point in time. I fear for the millennials because what memories are they going to have to keep them warm in their old age? They can’t fix or build anything at all? Hours on Facebook? The thrill of their parents basement? Endless despair?
I watched the piece with a tear in my eye. My wife and I both cried at the end. My life has passed in review for this week, for a time many of us thought it may be ending…and it may be. I was saved by a brilliant bunch, many of them millennials who serve with total dedication and skill at the Portland VA Medical Center . I know young folk, who farm, ranch, build, fight and fix shit. Those who can’t crawl out of the basement are not representative. Our own kids have just returned from a six month bicycle tour of Africa…I can tell you they are strong and fearless.
Just my two cents worth. HSF and others tell me the same stories. Thank you all for being here.
RHS Jr
April 22, 2018 12:01 pm
But they know it’s the Boomers fault, vote Democrat for more free shit, God is dead and Dope is good for you.
KeyserSusie
April 22, 2018 3:26 pm
As Quint would say, “Here’s to swimming with bow-legged women!”
Satin Shine
Out of immersions in rolling waves of dark waters
Under the hood of a starry dome,
Emerges the satin shine of silver balls
Glistening on your bracelet.
The candor of your smile reflected there,
As your arm drapes
My heaving chest,
My longing
Vanishes in bubbling surf and doomed sargassum.
My anchor planted, cast aweigh
Drunk on heady foam of un-oiled salt water
Mixed with your clean taste
And pouty French lips.
I bathe in tidal luxury and long
For permanence of
Piquant looks cast by your unmolested eyes.
Yesterday I wasn’t strumming a guitar, but……………..
I went to hardware store, bought 1/2″ plastic pipe and a 1/8 steel rod; made two mice catching buckets. Got tired of mice getting into Air Filter and Interior Compartment Filter/
I went to hardware store and bought a replacement Halogen bulb and installed in outdoor fixture.
I went to hardware store and bought a kit to fix my leaking (12 years) outdoor frost-free faucet. No leaks now.
Missions accomplished
Greetings,
At least the guy in that video had a bunch of great memories. If we are lucky then we can age into the handyman. After all, everyone needs the handyman at some point in time. I fear for the millennials because what memories are they going to have to keep them warm in their old age? They can’t fix or build anything at all? Hours on Facebook? The thrill of their parents basement? Endless despair?
I watched the piece with a tear in my eye. My wife and I both cried at the end. My life has passed in review for this week, for a time many of us thought it may be ending…and it may be. I was saved by a brilliant bunch, many of them millennials who serve with total dedication and skill at the Portland VA Medical Center . I know young folk, who farm, ranch, build, fight and fix shit. Those who can’t crawl out of the basement are not representative. Our own kids have just returned from a six month bicycle tour of Africa…I can tell you they are strong and fearless.
Just my two cents worth. HSF and others tell me the same stories. Thank you all for being here.
But they know it’s the Boomers fault, vote Democrat for more free shit, God is dead and Dope is good for you.
As Quint would say, “Here’s to swimming with bow-legged women!”
Satin Shine
Out of immersions in rolling waves of dark waters
Under the hood of a starry dome,
Emerges the satin shine of silver balls
Glistening on your bracelet.
The candor of your smile reflected there,
As your arm drapes
My heaving chest,
My longing
Vanishes in bubbling surf and doomed sargassum.
My anchor planted, cast aweigh
Drunk on heady foam of un-oiled salt water
Mixed with your clean taste
And pouty French lips.
I bathe in tidal luxury and long
For permanence of
Piquant looks cast by your unmolested eyes.
susie q,
stick to dentistry–
If you had gone skinny dipping with her, you would sing praises too.