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Here if you have a university education you have so many problems to find a good job (you pay because university is free but all books aren't freeI always get a kick out of the push for college degrees, university education. If more people only knew what a plumber earns per hour! Of course, they do have to often put there faces where other people put their butts...but, hell, the pay is pretty good. And they get to make their own hours, too. If a plumber doesn't want to make a house call on weekends or holidays, they don't really have to.View attachment 120324
Hope it's a great day for everyone, we are warm today, 85 but I'm just still waiting for the plumber. I'm also a little sore because I twisted and turned yesterday in ways I haven't in awhile. Not just under the sink but since I cleaned that area out to be ready for the plumber I felt energized and did a lot of spring type cleaning.
I'm also getting that Spring cleaning feeling but most of those bigger projects will have to wait until after the semester ends first week of May. By then, everything should be fairly well thawed out.
). I'm sure it's the same thing in the US.
Here if you have a university education you have so many problems to find a good job (you pay because university is free but all books aren't freeI always get a kick out of the push for college degrees, university education. If more people only knew what a plumber earns per hour! Of course, they do have to often put there faces where other people put their butts...but, hell, the pay is pretty good. And they get to make their own hours, too. If a plumber doesn't want to make a house call on weekends or holidays, they don't really have to.View attachment 120324
Hope it's a great day for everyone, we are warm today, 85 but I'm just still waiting for the plumber. I'm also a little sore because I twisted and turned yesterday in ways I haven't in awhile. Not just under the sink but since I cleaned that area out to be ready for the plumber I felt energized and did a lot of spring type cleaning.
I'm also getting that Spring cleaning feeling but most of those bigger projects will have to wait until after the semester ends first week of May. By then, everything should be fairly well thawed out.
Maybe those who choose to be plumbers did a good choice
Here if you have a university education you have so many problems to find a good job (you pay because university is free but all books aren't freeI always get a kick out of the push for college degrees, university education. If more people only knew what a plumber earns per hour! Of course, they do have to often put there faces where other people put their butts...but, hell, the pay is pretty good. And they get to make their own hours, too. If a plumber doesn't want to make a house call on weekends or holidays, they don't really have to.View attachment 120324
Hope it's a great day for everyone, we are warm today, 85 but I'm just still waiting for the plumber. I'm also a little sore because I twisted and turned yesterday in ways I haven't in awhile. Not just under the sink but since I cleaned that area out to be ready for the plumber I felt energized and did a lot of spring type cleaning.
I'm also getting that Spring cleaning feeling but most of those bigger projects will have to wait until after the semester ends first week of May. By then, everything should be fairly well thawed out.
Maybe those who choose to be plumbers did a good choice
The University isn't free for most of us here though there are student loans, grants, and scholarships to help. And maybe a university education is required for more jobs here than there--I don't know. For sure somebody with a college degree is less likely to be hired for a lot of jobs because the employer figures they'll be gone immediately as soon as a college degree type job opens up.
But for sure you don't have to have a college education to do most electrical, plumbing, heating, air conditioning, carpentry, roofing, painting etc. that provides a very good living for a lot of people. I wish our education system was set up to encourage and help people train for those kinds of vocations as much as they put importance on a college education.
Well, the plumber will be here in a few minutes...curious to see how much this will cost.
It's the same here Foxfyre. Unfortunately they want university degree for almost all jobs...Here if you have a university education you have so many problems to find a good job (you pay because university is free but all books aren't freeI always get a kick out of the push for college degrees, university education. If more people only knew what a plumber earns per hour! Of course, they do have to often put there faces where other people put their butts...but, hell, the pay is pretty good. And they get to make their own hours, too. If a plumber doesn't want to make a house call on weekends or holidays, they don't really have to.View attachment 120324
Hope it's a great day for everyone, we are warm today, 85 but I'm just still waiting for the plumber. I'm also a little sore because I twisted and turned yesterday in ways I haven't in awhile. Not just under the sink but since I cleaned that area out to be ready for the plumber I felt energized and did a lot of spring type cleaning.
I'm also getting that Spring cleaning feeling but most of those bigger projects will have to wait until after the semester ends first week of May. By then, everything should be fairly well thawed out.
Maybe those who choose to be plumbers did a good choice
The University isn't free for most of us here though there are student loans, grants, and scholarships to help. And maybe a university education is required for more jobs here than there--I don't know. For sure somebody with a college degree is less likely to be hired for a lot of jobs because the employer figures they'll be gone immediately as soon as a college degree type job opens up.
But for sure you don't have to have a college education to do most electrical, plumbing, heating, air conditioning, carpentry, roofing, painting etc. that provides a very good living for a lot of people. I wish our education system was set up to encourage and help people train for those kinds of vocations as much as they put importance on a college education.
Be positive CeeCee. I'm sure it won't cost too muchWell, the plumber will be here in a few minutes...curious to see how much this will cost.
If SHTF then you will be eating geese, dogs, cats, rats, mice, opossums, squirrels, raccoons and anything you can get your hands on.I love Canada geese, especially with corn bread stuffing and mashed taters.Their call is the purr of the bird world. Pigeons are pretty close.
I agree. But while I dislike the bird bullies--grackles, jays, crows etc. when they are in bully mode--I think pigeons might be my least favorite of all common birds. When flocks settle on rooftops or congregate over walkways, driveways, etc. they make such an offensive mess.
I can't stand pigeons - but Canadian geese are The Worst. Filthy and disgusting. Bleah.
Sorry, but ick. The ones I see while walking around Lake Merritt are beyond disgusting. I would have to be starving (literally) to consume one.
I will note that each fall, there seems to be a secret harvest of Canadian geese. I suspect that it is Chinese Thanksgiving Turkey given how I see quite a few old Chinese Grandmas aggressively feeding the geese in the preceding weeks prior to The Disappearance.
That's what happened in WW2 Germany near the end.
And when you run out of small animals to eat then you will start eating each other.
That's what happened in WW1 Russia near the end.
Thanks everyone but I'm almost in tears...they want $600...he said mine is cracked and I need a new disposal. Not doing it now, going to check around.
I'll see you in a bit ...washing a dishwasher full of dishes by hand...in the small other sink.
It's the same here Foxfyre. Unfortunately they want university degree for almost all jobs...Here if you have a university education you have so many problems to find a good job (you pay because university is free but all books aren't freeI always get a kick out of the push for college degrees, university education. If more people only knew what a plumber earns per hour! Of course, they do have to often put there faces where other people put their butts...but, hell, the pay is pretty good. And they get to make their own hours, too. If a plumber doesn't want to make a house call on weekends or holidays, they don't really have to.View attachment 120324
Hope it's a great day for everyone, we are warm today, 85 but I'm just still waiting for the plumber. I'm also a little sore because I twisted and turned yesterday in ways I haven't in awhile. Not just under the sink but since I cleaned that area out to be ready for the plumber I felt energized and did a lot of spring type cleaning.
I'm also getting that Spring cleaning feeling but most of those bigger projects will have to wait until after the semester ends first week of May. By then, everything should be fairly well thawed out.
Maybe those who choose to be plumbers did a good choice
The University isn't free for most of us here though there are student loans, grants, and scholarships to help. And maybe a university education is required for more jobs here than there--I don't know. For sure somebody with a college degree is less likely to be hired for a lot of jobs because the employer figures they'll be gone immediately as soon as a college degree type job opens up.
But for sure you don't have to have a college education to do most electrical, plumbing, heating, air conditioning, carpentry, roofing, painting etc. that provides a very good living for a lot of people. I wish our education system was set up to encourage and help people train for those kinds of vocations as much as they put importance on a college education.
Even some stree cleaners are required to have a degree
It's early April and I get a little blue this time of year. Yesterday, April 4, was the ninth anniversary of Pop's death. It's a subject that is maudlin and self serving in my opinion, but it was an important day and something I feel compelled to write about. I beg your forgiveness in advance.
April 3, 2008 was a Thursday. My car was in the shop. It's a Chrysler PT Cruiser. Don't laugh. It's warmer than a go-kart. Pop graciously drove me home from the office that afternoon. We sat in front of the Luxurious Pimplebutt Estate admiring the tulips that were in full bloom that peculiarly warm spring. I kissed Pop on the cheek and thanked him for the ride. That was the last time I would have the chance to talk with him.
I got the call from the Big House at 3:00 am. It was my brother who told me that there was something terribly wrong and he would be down to pick me up directly. When we pulled into the driveway, the ambulance was already there, lights flashing with gaudy red and yellow and extraordinarily bright.
Pop lay catatonic on the floor of the upstairs hallway. The AED (automatic electronic defibulator) I bought the folks for Christmas just four months ago, was out of the case and the stick-on paddles were untangled. The EMTs were working hard to get Pop strapped to the gurney for the trip to the hospital.
I asked my brother what was going on. He explained that Mom told him Pop complained of a terrible headache around 2:00 am, grasped the back of his head and collapsed to the floor. "This is bad" he said on our way to the emergency room.
Pop was whisked inside and out of our sight. The attending doctor came to us about 45 minutes later. He told us that Pop had suffered a hemorrhagic stroke and "we don't expect a good outcome". I thought, "Just like FDR".
After about an hour and 45 minutes, we were let into the emergency room alcove where Pop lay straining for breath. His eyes were closed, yet there was a visible grimace of pain on his usually pleasant face. The death struggle had begun.
The hospital chaplain, a most amiable man, stopped in and offered a prayer. He prayed for a speedy recovery and full vitality. Everyone knew that was not to be. Aunt Roxie (Mom's sister) and Uncle Jim showed up about a quarter to five and joined me, my brother, my sister-in-law and Mom around Pop's bed. We joined hands and silently watched Pop slip away.
By shear coincidence, the pastor who had officiated at my brother's wedding the preceding July was in the ER that fateful morning. He of course recognized the family and offered a prayer of his own.
He prayed for a peaceful passing, a reunion with God and loved ones dear departed. He offered each of us his blessing and left respectfully.
As soon as he was gone, Pop's head and shoulders rose from the bed. He turned slightly to his right and died. It was 5:04 am Friday April 4, 2008. The second minister knew what we needed, what Pop needed and what was appropriate.
Pop passed surrounded by his family in as much peace and dignity as a stroke could offer. The rest of that Friday was a blur. Going down to Dawson's Funeral Home to make the arraignments. Taking Pop's blue serge suit to the dry cleaners, picking out a tie and buying him a new dress shirt, one without a frayed collar and gravy stains.
Today, nine years after the fact, recalling those events can be both comfort and pain, sadness and joy. Joy knowing Pop did not suffer, did not lose his dignity by a long, debilitating disease.
Things just haven't been the same. I miss him a lot.
Okay, we'll be going up to Albuquerque tomorrow, looking at houses in Los Lunas and west South Valley. The broker we have was born and raised in Albuquerque and while looking at the auto selection based on our criteria was removing listings in areas he said he would have his mother or grandmother live in. We also discussed Tijeras and he says much has improved in the last ten years so we'll look at some homes there as an alternative but I'm leaning towards Los Lunas.
Yeah, 4 1/2 hour drive up, all afternoon looking at houses, overnight then all morning looking at houses the 4 1/2 hour trip home......... We'll be pretty tied up.Okay, we'll be going up to Albuquerque tomorrow, looking at houses in Los Lunas and west South Valley. The broker we have was born and raised in Albuquerque and while looking at the auto selection based on our criteria was removing listings in areas he said he would have his mother or grandmother live in. We also discussed Tijeras and he says much has improved in the last ten years so we'll look at some homes there as an alternative but I'm leaning towards Los Lunas.
Well good luck. Dang, I was hoping we could meet for lunch maybe, but we are already committed for all day tomorrow.
It's early April and I get a little blue this time of year. Yesterday, April 4, was the ninth anniversary of Pop's death. It's a subject that is maudlin and self serving in my opinion, but it was an important day and something I feel compelled to write about. I beg your forgiveness in advance.
April 3, 2008 was a Thursday. My car was in the shop. It's a Chrysler PT Cruiser. Don't laugh. It's warmer than a go-kart. Pop graciously drove me home from the office that afternoon. We sat in front of the Luxurious Pimplebutt Estate admiring the tulips that were in full bloom that peculiarly warm spring. I kissed Pop on the cheek and thanked him for the ride. That was the last time I would have the chance to talk with him.
I got the call from the Big House at 3:00 am. It was my brother who told me that there was something terribly wrong and he would be down to pick me up directly. When we pulled into the driveway, the ambulance was already there, lights flashing with gaudy red and yellow and extraordinarily bright.
Pop lay catatonic on the floor of the upstairs hallway. The AED (automatic electronic defibulator) I bought the folks for Christmas just four months ago, was out of the case and the stick-on paddles were untangled. The EMTs were working hard to get Pop strapped to the gurney for the trip to the hospital.
I asked my brother what was going on. He explained that Mom told him Pop complained of a terrible headache around 2:00 am, grasped the back of his head and collapsed to the floor. "This is bad" he said on our way to the emergency room.
Pop was whisked inside and out of our sight. The attending doctor came to us about 45 minutes later. He told us that Pop had suffered a hemorrhagic stroke and "we don't expect a good outcome". I thought, "Just like FDR".
After about an hour and 45 minutes, we were let into the emergency room alcove where Pop lay straining for breath. His eyes were closed, yet there was a visible grimace of pain on his usually pleasant face. The death struggle had begun.
The hospital chaplain, a most amiable man, stopped in and offered a prayer. He prayed for a speedy recovery and full vitality. Everyone knew that was not to be. Aunt Roxie (Mom's sister) and Uncle Jim showed up about a quarter to five and joined me, my brother, my sister-in-law and Mom around Pop's bed. We joined hands and silently watched Pop slip away.
By shear coincidence, the pastor who had officiated at my brother's wedding the preceding July was in the ER that fateful morning. He of course recognized the family and offered a prayer of his own.
He prayed for a peaceful passing, a reunion with God and loved ones dear departed. He offered each of us his blessing and left respectfully.
As soon as he was gone, Pop's head and shoulders rose from the bed. He turned slightly to his right and died. It was 5:04 am Friday April 4, 2008. The second minister knew what we needed, what Pop needed and what was appropriate.
Pop passed surrounded by his family in as much peace and dignity as a stroke could offer. The rest of that Friday was a blur. Going down to Dawson's Funeral Home to make the arraignments. Taking Pop's blue serge suit to the dry cleaners, picking out a tie and buying him a new dress shirt, one without a frayed collar and gravy stains.
Today, nine years after the fact, recalling those events can be both comfort and pain, sadness and joy. Joy knowing Pop did not suffer, did not lose his dignity by a long, debilitating disease.
Things just haven't been the same. I miss him a lot.
. Sorry for your loss, Nosmo.
Thanks Sarah. A very good friend of mine has borne more grief than a human should. Her husband died in her arms of a heart attack out on the sidewalks of Brooklyn. Five years later, after the havoc of Hurricane Sandy, her only daughter succumbed at age thirty of sepsis.It's early April and I get a little blue this time of year. Yesterday, April 4, was the ninth anniversary of Pop's death. It's a subject that is maudlin and self serving in my opinion, but it was an important day and something I feel compelled to write about. I beg your forgiveness in advance.
April 3, 2008 was a Thursday. My car was in the shop. It's a Chrysler PT Cruiser. Don't laugh. It's warmer than a go-kart. Pop graciously drove me home from the office that afternoon. We sat in front of the Luxurious Pimplebutt Estate admiring the tulips that were in full bloom that peculiarly warm spring. I kissed Pop on the cheek and thanked him for the ride. That was the last time I would have the chance to talk with him.
I got the call from the Big House at 3:00 am. It was my brother who told me that there was something terribly wrong and he would be down to pick me up directly. When we pulled into the driveway, the ambulance was already there, lights flashing with gaudy red and yellow and extraordinarily bright.
Pop lay catatonic on the floor of the upstairs hallway. The AED (automatic electronic defibulator) I bought the folks for Christmas just four months ago, was out of the case and the stick-on paddles were untangled. The EMTs were working hard to get Pop strapped to the gurney for the trip to the hospital.
I asked my brother what was going on. He explained that Mom told him Pop complained of a terrible headache around 2:00 am, grasped the back of his head and collapsed to the floor. "This is bad" he said on our way to the emergency room.
Pop was whisked inside and out of our sight. The attending doctor came to us about 45 minutes later. He told us that Pop had suffered a hemorrhagic stroke and "we don't expect a good outcome". I thought, "Just like FDR".
After about an hour and 45 minutes, we were let into the emergency room alcove where Pop lay straining for breath. His eyes were closed, yet there was a visible grimace of pain on his usually pleasant face. The death struggle had begun.
The hospital chaplain, a most amiable man, stopped in and offered a prayer. He prayed for a speedy recovery and full vitality. Everyone knew that was not to be. Aunt Roxie (Mom's sister) and Uncle Jim showed up about a quarter to five and joined me, my brother, my sister-in-law and Mom around Pop's bed. We joined hands and silently watched Pop slip away.
By shear coincidence, the pastor who had officiated at my brother's wedding the preceding July was in the ER that fateful morning. He of course recognized the family and offered a prayer of his own.
He prayed for a peaceful passing, a reunion with God and loved ones dear departed. He offered each of us his blessing and left respectfully.
As soon as he was gone, Pop's head and shoulders rose from the bed. He turned slightly to his right and died. It was 5:04 am Friday April 4, 2008. The second minister knew what we needed, what Pop needed and what was appropriate.
Pop passed surrounded by his family in as much peace and dignity as a stroke could offer. The rest of that Friday was a blur. Going down to Dawson's Funeral Home to make the arraignments. Taking Pop's blue serge suit to the dry cleaners, picking out a tie and buying him a new dress shirt, one without a frayed collar and gravy stains.
Today, nine years after the fact, recalling those events can be both comfort and pain, sadness and joy. Joy knowing Pop did not suffer, did not lose his dignity by a long, debilitating disease.
Things just haven't been the same. I miss him a lot.
