Nice color and flow
I hear ya, @OldGnome; I remember when bread was a nickel, kids these days, etc, etc.
… in the snow. Uphill. Both ways
That was my dad (and it was true)
Never felt the need…to each his own, you know. Didn’t think twice about 3 earrings back in the early '80’s (or a Mohawk, which wasn’t popular with the bosses). Still wear the earrings.
…after chopping wood, stoking the stove, slopping the hogs, feeding the chickens, gathering the eggs, and milking the cows.
You are also quoting my fathers life. As a child I still remember when all the kids (my father aunt and uncles) got together and put running water and indoor plumbing into my grandparents farm house (yes the out-house was very cold in the winter).
My grandfather was against putting the commode in the house. His statement on the subject was “Even a pig doesn’t sh*t where it eats”. My grandmother hit him with a rolling pin and that was the end of that.
On a side note she cooked on an old wood burning cast iron stove, things always tasted better at grandma’s house.
Now that’s my idea of perfection
With endless opportunities there were 3 things I never got drunk enough to do.
Kiss a man.
Take advantage of some of the premier redlight districts in the world.
Get a tattoo.
My father’s life also.
Because when you cook that way, you have to KNOW what you’re doing. Besides, what better seasoning is there than a wood fire?
Sorry for the loss of your dog.
Thanks, I think the artist did a fantastic job
I have three. One = 1st Special Ops badge from my unit in the service. #2 = Nose paint from my helicopter there. #3 = Stage copy of old performance my band did in 1998.
Unfortunately I was overseas when my grandmother forced my GGM to move out of the home they’d lived in for more than 70 years as a couple. They basically abandoned the home and everything in it including her wood stove.
Had I known at the time what was going on I’d have moved heaven and earth to get that stove.
Some of my fondest memories centered around it along with many of the best meals of my life being cooked on it.
She knew exactly how man sticks of wood how often to produce a specific temp and knew to adjust that count based on the relative humidity.
Nothign tastes as good as fresh bred from either a wood stove or a clay/stone oven.
No tattoos for me, allows me to buy more guns that are far more practical than a tattoo…
Also, I fear my skin condition would destroy it anyways.
This is the final result after a scrape and scab. This has not healed past what is pictured for the last couple months.
@Orpackrat I’m the same, just never got interested in Body Art
My friend, don’t get cats then. And especially don’t let them ‘nap on your lap.’
Their claws - as you can imagine - are designed to carry bio-contam, and they’re, well, “skittish as cats!”
Last, since I’ve turned 60, it seems wound healing on the top of my calves has run down to 1/3rd as effective as it was before.
I will never have a cat…
Instead I have a little buddy…
I was inspired by other photo’s so I can’t take complete credit for the drawing, I draw all my own, but this is the last one. (boy I had to shrink a lot to fit here)
I think, if I got one, it would be this: " Revelation 19:11
“And I saw heaven opened, and behold a white horse; and he that sat upon him was called Faithful and True, and in righteousness he doth judge and make war.”