USMB Coffee Shop IV

[Ernie S.]

Chilly 64 right now in Foley. Today's high will be 69 after a week of low 80's.
I am so proud of myself! Cabin fever got the best of me yesterday evening so I picked up the crutches and hobbled down the stairs and to my pick-up. I had to slide over to the passenger side to get my left leg in, but once it was, I was able to get mostly behind the wheel. I drove my sorry butt to Doc's and played poker.
I surprised a lot of people including my partners who worked closing shift.When they came in at 8:00 they lit up the room with their grins I made it home about 9, exhausted, but happy. I might have pushed myself a bit far as the pain was hard to deal with last night, but I feel pretty good so far today.

 

[Nosmo King]

Chilly 64 right now in Foley. Today's high will be 69 after a week of low 80's.
I am so proud of myself! Cabin fever got the best of me yesterday evening so I picked up the crutches and hobbled down the stairs and to my pick-up. I had to slide over to the passenger side to get my left leg in, but once it was, I was able to get mostly behind the wheel. I drove my sorry butt to Doc's and played poker.
I surprised a lot of people including my partners who worked closing shift.When they came in at 8:00 they lit up the room with their grins I made it home about 9, exhausted, but happy. I might have pushed myself a bit far as the pain was hard to deal with last night, but I feel pretty good so far today.

It's essential to blow away the cobwebs from time to time.

 

[Montrovant]

I don't want to jinx myself, but I feel good about the exam I just took. I'm expecting an A.

 

[CeeCee]

I'm tired and out of sorts today. The disposal upset me yesterday and then I didn't sleep well, was up at 2:00 a.m. So decided to go back to bed around 4:30 a.m, (my usual wake up time) and fell asleep til 8:00a.m.

I've never slept that late in my life and now I feel groggy, can't wait for this waste of a day to be over!

I had plans to go the bank and store but I'm still in jammies. It's going to rain tomorrow but guess I'll go then.

Hope everyone's day is better than mine...although I shouldn't complain because things could always be a lot worse...must remember that.

 

[Nosmo King]

They're calling for snow tonight. Not enough to regret putting away the rock salt and shovels, not enough to foul up the roads, but enough to cover the grass. Flowering crab apples and cherry trees are in bloom now. Will we be confused by a mixture of snow and petals? I hope not.

This sudden cold might not play well with the ordhard men and women of the county. We are a big Apple producing region and I kind of fear for this year's crop. There's even a proprietary variety of the popular Gala Apple grown exclusively right here, the Buckeye Gala. It has become my favorite after many years worshiping at the altar of the Golden Delicious.

I ran into my cousin Tom yesterday. I owe a lot to him. He is a land surveyor and put me on the path to engineering during my high school years. He hired me as an assistant surveyor where I learned about topography, precise measurements and mosquitoes.

His father, my sainted Uncle Bill worked as a press operator at the family print shop. Bill married his way into the family by wedding my Aunt Dorothy, sister to my grandfather, my Uncle Alex and Uncle Ducky. Bill flew for the US Navy in World War II. His plane was a, and forgive me if I get this wrong, a PBY, the two engine sea rescue plane with the big fish bowl windows. He flew missions to rescue downed airmen and stranded mariners.

Uncle Bill took a shine to me and taught me to 'match nickels' a game where two folks flip a nickel and call either match or not. If two heads or two tails showed up, you matched, if not, you just lost a nickel to Uncle Bill.

He was a great gardener producing crop after crop of rhubarb in the spring, tomatoes and peppers in the summer and squash and Ohio grown potatoes in the autumn. He was constantly plagued by neighborhood cats invading his massive garden. So he raised boisterous beagles to foil them. His tales of watching his beloved dogs chase away cats were epic.

Aunt Dorothy was just about the sweetest woman I ever knew. She too worked at the shop and always took time to dote over me whenever I would drop by. Aunt Dorothy broke the news of Marilyn Monroe's death to me in the summer of 1962. She helped me with the math and together we figured that Marilyn and Pop were the same age. I was five and amazed that death could come to someone in their thirties.

Aunt Dorothy retired in the spring of 1980 only to be diagnosed with terminal leukemia that summer. She passed away in the autumn never getting the chance to enjoy her 'golden years'. But while she was here, she made an indelible mark on everyone she met.

Her sister, my Aunt Louise, was a portly woman. Ample bosom and bags under her upper arms that shook as she stirred the many pots bubbling away on her stove. When her son, my cousin Rick married a Roman Catholic girl, we knew we would be in for a rousing time. At the wedding, held in St. Aloyisus church, Louise commented that "Someone should answer that phone!" when the altar boy rang the bell during the mass.

I was just a wee shaver at that wedding, but I giggled loudly and drew the attention of the guests on the bride's side of the aisle. Mom called Aunt Dorothy over to sit beside me. There I was, moored like a little skiff between Mom and Aunt Dorothy. The seas were choppy and those two prodigious women kept me in check as I bounced around in glee at Aunt Louise's Protestant antics. A red letter day for the family.

 

[Hossfly]

Anyone missing a bird?

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[gallantwarrior]

Anyone missing a bird?

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Only because it won't stand still long enough for a clear shot.

 

[Hossfly]

This guy is an artist.

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[gallantwarrior]

This guy is an artist.

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I always wondered how that's done.

 

[Hossfly]

gallantwarrior ?

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[Hossfly]

Morning after hangover

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[saveliberty]

Anyone missing a bird?

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His second cup?

 

[Gracie]

Raining today. Cold. Windy. Big storm to hit tomorrow and Saturday.
Netflix day if the power stays on!

 

[Hossfly]

williepete or Divine.Wind Too early in the morning to tell which.

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[CeeCee]

Raining today. Cold. Windy. Big storm to hit tomorrow and Saturday.
Netflix day if the power stays on!

Not raining yet but will tomorrow and temps will drop. It's been cloudy all day though.

 

[CeeCee]

10 minutes after I posted the above, it started raining and now it's pouring!

 

[Foxfyre]

They're calling for snow tonight. Not enough to regret putting away the rock salt and shovels, not enough to foul up the roads, but enough to cover the grass. Flowering crab apples and cherry trees are in bloom now. Will we be confused by a mixture of snow and petals? I hope not.

This sudden cold might not play well with the ordhard men and women of the county. We are a big Apple producing region and I kind of fear for this year's crop. There's even a proprietary variety of the popular Gala Apple grown exclusively right here, the Buckeye Gala. It has become my favorite after many years worshiping at the altar of the Golden Delicious.

I ran into my cousin Tom yesterday. I owe a lot to him. He is a land surveyor and put me on the path to engineering during my high school years. He hired me as an assistant surveyor where I learned about topography, precise measurements and mosquitoes.

His father, my sainted Uncle Bill worked as a press operator at the family print shop. Bill married his way into the family by wedding my Aunt Dorothy, sister to my grandfather, my Uncle Alex and Uncle Ducky. Bill flew for the US Navy in World War II. His plane was a, and forgive me if I get this wrong, a PBY, the two engine sea rescue plane with the big fish bowl windows. He flew missions to rescue downed airmen and stranded mariners.

Uncle Bill took a shine to me and taught me to 'match nickels' a game where two folks flip a nickel and call either match or not. If two heads or two tails showed up, you matched, if not, you just lost a nickel to Uncle Bill.

He was a great gardener producing crop after crop of rhubarb in the spring, tomatoes and peppers in the summer and squash and Ohio grown potatoes in the autumn. He was constantly plagued by neighborhood cats invading his massive garden. So he raised boisterous beagles to foil them. His tales of watching his beloved dogs chase away cats were epic.

Aunt Dorothy was just about the sweetest woman I ever knew. She too worked at the shop and always took time to dote over me whenever I would drop by. Aunt Dorothy broke the news of Marilyn Monroe's death to me in the summer of 1962. She helped me with the math and together we figured that Marilyn and Pop were the same age. I was five and amazed that death could come to someone in their thirties.

Aunt Dorothy retired in the spring of 1980 only to be diagnosed with terminal leukemia that summer. She passed away in the autumn never getting the chance to enjoy her 'golden years'. But while she was here, she made an indelible mark on everyone she met.

Her sister, my Aunt Louise, was a portly woman. Ample bosom and bags under her upper arms that shook as she stirred the many pots bubbling away on her stove. When her son, my cousin Rick married a Roman Catholic girl, we knew we would be in for a rousing time. At the wedding, held in St. Aloyisus church, Louise commented that "Someone should answer that phone!" when the altar boy rang the bell during the mass.

I was just a wee shaver at that wedding, but I giggled loudly and drew the attention of the guests on the bride's side of the aisle. Mom called Aunt Dorothy over to sit beside me. There I was, moored like a little skiff between Mom and Aunt Dorothy. The seas were choppy and those two prodigious women kept me in check as I bounced around in glee at Aunt Louise's Protestant antics. A red letter day for the family.

We settled on Gala's as our favorite apples too. We buy them 2 or 3 dozen at a time at Sprouts and I use them or everything we use applies for--smoothies, pies, cakes, cobblers, stewed apples, turnovers, etc. or just a crisp cold apple snack.

 

[williepete]

williepete or Divine.Wind Too early in the morning to tell which.

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It's got a prop. Must be Divine Wind.

This has been on my frig for decades. Right next to the coffee machine:

 

[CeeCee]

They're calling for snow tonight. Not enough to regret putting away the rock salt and shovels, not enough to foul up the roads, but enough to cover the grass. Flowering crab apples and cherry trees are in bloom now. Will we be confused by a mixture of snow and petals? I hope not.

This sudden cold might not play well with the ordhard men and women of the county. We are a big Apple producing region and I kind of fear for this year's crop. There's even a proprietary variety of the popular Gala Apple grown exclusively right here, the Buckeye Gala. It has become my favorite after many years worshiping at the altar of the Golden Delicious.

I ran into my cousin Tom yesterday. I owe a lot to him. He is a land surveyor and put me on the path to engineering during my high school years. He hired me as an assistant surveyor where I learned about topography, precise measurements and mosquitoes.

His father, my sainted Uncle Bill worked as a press operator at the family print shop. Bill married his way into the family by wedding my Aunt Dorothy, sister to my grandfather, my Uncle Alex and Uncle Ducky. Bill flew for the US Navy in World War II. His plane was a, and forgive me if I get this wrong, a PBY, the two engine sea rescue plane with the big fish bowl windows. He flew missions to rescue downed airmen and stranded mariners.

Uncle Bill took a shine to me and taught me to 'match nickels' a game where two folks flip a nickel and call either match or not. If two heads or two tails showed up, you matched, if not, you just lost a nickel to Uncle Bill.

He was a great gardener producing crop after crop of rhubarb in the spring, tomatoes and peppers in the summer and squash and Ohio grown potatoes in the autumn. He was constantly plagued by neighborhood cats invading his massive garden. So he raised boisterous beagles to foil them. His tales of watching his beloved dogs chase away cats were epic.

Aunt Dorothy was just about the sweetest woman I ever knew. She too worked at the shop and always took time to dote over me whenever I would drop by. Aunt Dorothy broke the news of Marilyn Monroe's death to me in the summer of 1962. She helped me with the math and together we figured that Marilyn and Pop were the same age. I was five and amazed that death could come to someone in their thirties.

Aunt Dorothy retired in the spring of 1980 only to be diagnosed with terminal leukemia that summer. She passed away in the autumn never getting the chance to enjoy her 'golden years'. But while she was here, she made an indelible mark on everyone she met.

Her sister, my Aunt Louise, was a portly woman. Ample bosom and bags under her upper arms that shook as she stirred the many pots bubbling away on her stove. When her son, my cousin Rick married a Roman Catholic girl, we knew we would be in for a rousing time. At the wedding, held in St. Aloyisus church, Louise commented that "Someone should answer that phone!" when the altar boy rang the bell during the mass.

I was just a wee shaver at that wedding, but I giggled loudly and drew the attention of the guests on the bride's side of the aisle. Mom called Aunt Dorothy over to sit beside me. There I was, moored like a little skiff between Mom and Aunt Dorothy. The seas were choppy and those two prodigious women kept me in check as I bounced around in glee at Aunt Louise's Protestant antics. A red letter day for the family.

We settled on Gala's as our favorite apples too. We buy them 2 or 3 dozen at a time at Sprouts and I use them or everything we use applies for--smoothies, pies, cakes, cobblers, stewed apples, turnovers, etc. or just a crisp cold apple snack.

My favorite apple is the Fuji.

 

[CeeCee]

Yippee and yahoo, I got someone from my neighborhood app to install a garbage disposal for me for $50 plus the cost of the disposal which is about $100!