Morning Gerbils! Harper finally woke up from our ordeal on friday morning. The time was 2 am Sunday. I mean, yeah, she was up a bit here and there. but pretty much she slept straight through. I on the other hand kinda slept twice after we got home, and still had a pretty good day.
Glad that you and Harper have recuperated from your delivery adventure.
Brenda and I would like to announce the creation of the CasaK Autonomous Zone; I gotta to to Lowe’s and get a carp-tonne of spray paint to kick-off our new decor. 👿
Followed by the Council of Learned Elders debating the acceptable usage(s) of certain condiments -- ketchup and mayonnaise in particular.
She seems to want to do it again with me on Wed. morning. I’m not sure how that’s going to work because she also has to go to Flagstaff for an MS treatment on Tuesday. But she is optimistic (as ever.)
She wants to go with me next time too. I don’t know how long I’ll have to do this route, but at least, it’s good money for the time being. It’ll be helpful.
So I thought I’d change my profile picture to one from this decade. I think it might be a little blurry because it’s taken off a live stream, but……. I dunno… at least I’m smiling in it……
He was quite the character with a whimsically macabre and oft tasteless sense of humor. He started wearing his hair longer around ’66 as he had a boss he hated who was going bald; he grew it out as a “fuck you”.
He was really playful, but could also radiate 50K watts of menace on demand. If he liked you, you’d be hard-pressed to find a better, more loyal 24/7/365 friend.
And if he didn’t like you, well…that was amusing for the spectators.
He was a fierce protector of those he cared about; my folks “adopted” a lot of “stray people” over the years; if they met our (admittedly peculiar) standards for “decent person” and were also fun to hang around, they simply became extended family.
One of the highest compliments he could pay to another person was, “You know, Bob Smith is such a nice, sick fuck.” (He was not prone to mincing words.)
He was quite the autodidact; his formal education ended in eighth grade but he was a reader with wide-ranging interests. Also a tinkerer; amateur jazz pianist, wonderful photographer, wood worker, electronics and stained glass artisan. Between him and his best friend for many decades, they could fix damned near anything except heavy duty electronic and automotive stuff. (Although if they’d had access to a car lift…)
A fine role model and one of my favorite folks to spend time with as an adult (Mom, too).
He also had an oddly charming manner when he wanted to; I don’t think it’s a stretch to say he could have started a fairly successful cult of some sort…except he had no interest in controlling others.
After being kicked out of Romania by the Iron Guard, being in a concentration camp, etc., he mostly wanted to be left the hell alone to live his life as he saw fit.
Funny as the dickens, but a “tough audience” for comedy; it was always an accomplishment to get a good laugh out of him (even if it was at his expense).
Three of his most-used “operative phrases” were:
1) Fuck ’em.
2) Piece of shit.
3) If it’s funny, it’s funny.
He was a pretty awesome Dad. I dearly miss him; I know he would have adored Brenda.
Morning Gerbils! Harper finally woke up from our ordeal on friday morning. The time was 2 am Sunday. I mean, yeah, she was up a bit here and there. but pretty much she slept straight through. I on the other hand kinda slept twice after we got home, and still had a pretty good day.
Hope today finds you both rested and alert.
Sunday greetin’s, GN!
Hi, dv8!
Glad that you and Harper have recuperated from your delivery adventure.
Brenda and I would like to announce the creation of the CasaK Autonomous Zone; I gotta to to Lowe’s and get a carp-tonne of spray paint to kick-off our new decor. 👿
Followed by the Council of Learned Elders debating the acceptable usage(s) of certain condiments -- ketchup and mayonnaise in particular.
We anticipate some rancor there.
BBL.
CasaKAZ?
She seems to want to do it again with me on Wed. morning. I’m not sure how that’s going to work because she also has to go to Flagstaff for an MS treatment on Tuesday. But she is optimistic (as ever.)
Good morning and happy start of summer!
A blessed Sabbath, Gerbil Nation!
Good morning, dv8, Fatwa, and Sven!
dv8 -- I’m glad to hear that Harper has recuperated from her adventure.
Fatwa -- good luck with the CasaKAZ. In re condiments, just mix the two and call it fry sauce.
She wants to go with me next time too. I don’t know how long I’ll have to do this route, but at least, it’s good money for the time being. It’ll be helpful.
So I thought I’d change my profile picture to one from this decade. I think it might be a little blurry because it’s taken off a live stream, but……. I dunno… at least I’m smiling in it……
Drive-by:
Hi, Sven and Paddy!
We’re gonna need it. Teh Council of Learned Elders has already divided sharply on the issue of cabbage rose furniture. 👿
[josephmerrick]
I. Am. Not. An. Animal.
As long as there’s agreement on the Capodimontes.
Thought y’all might be amused by a couple favorite photos of Dad; he was probably 44 y.o. in these pics.
Great photo! He looks like a 60’s radical (and like someone I know) -- which I find amusing given what you’ve said about him.
He was quite the character with a whimsically macabre and oft tasteless sense of humor. He started wearing his hair longer around ’66 as he had a boss he hated who was going bald; he grew it out as a “fuck you”.
He was really playful, but could also radiate 50K watts of menace on demand. If he liked you, you’d be hard-pressed to find a better, more loyal 24/7/365 friend.
And if he didn’t like you, well…that was amusing for the spectators.
He was a fierce protector of those he cared about; my folks “adopted” a lot of “stray people” over the years; if they met our (admittedly peculiar) standards for “decent person” and were also fun to hang around, they simply became extended family.
One of the highest compliments he could pay to another person was, “You know, Bob Smith is such a nice, sick fuck.” (He was not prone to mincing words.)
He was quite the autodidact; his formal education ended in eighth grade but he was a reader with wide-ranging interests. Also a tinkerer; amateur jazz pianist, wonderful photographer, wood worker, electronics and stained glass artisan. Between him and his best friend for many decades, they could fix damned near anything except heavy duty electronic and automotive stuff. (Although if they’d had access to a car lift…)
A fine role model and one of my favorite folks to spend time with as an adult (Mom, too).
He also had an oddly charming manner when he wanted to; I don’t think it’s a stretch to say he could have started a fairly successful cult of some sort…except he had no interest in controlling others.
After being kicked out of Romania by the Iron Guard, being in a concentration camp, etc., he mostly wanted to be left the hell alone to live his life as he saw fit.
Funny as the dickens, but a “tough audience” for comedy; it was always an accomplishment to get a good laugh out of him (even if it was at his expense).
Three of his most-used “operative phrases” were:
1) Fuck ’em.
2) Piece of shit.
3) If it’s funny, it’s funny.
He was a pretty awesome Dad. I dearly miss him; I know he would have adored Brenda.
Thanks for sharing, Fatwa -- he sounds like a wonderful man.
He looks like quite a character!