A thousand thank-yous to everyone who wished Herself a happy (mumble-mumblth) birthday yesterday.
The eldest neighbor kid popped by after dinner to give her a hug and sing “Happy Birthday.” Lord, is she ever growing like a weed. A wee babe in arms she was when first we laid eyes on her, and what would become El Rancho Pendejo, during an open house back in the summer of 2014. And now she’s a middle-schooler as tall as Herself.
Earlier in the day, after cake for breakfast, Herself and I went for a 5K jog in the foothills, which is where we saw the paraglider above, setting up for a landing near the Menaul trailhead.
Fun to watch, but as pasatiempos go it’s not for me. Two broken ankles later when faced with a tall curb I long for an escalator.
Especially on Friday the 13th. I ain’t superstitious, but after 70-odd years of acting the fool from coast to coast, something — or Someone — is bound to be out to get me.
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You and your wife both deserve a hardy congrats! I’ve been sick or I’d have said something like that before.
Congrats received and accepted, and we hope you’re feeling better. I’m the worst patient in the world. Nobody wants anything to do with me when I’m ailing, and that includes doctors.
I am reminded of the old poster: “Just because you’re paranoid, it doesn’t mean they’re not out to get you.”
A belated birthday wishes to Herself.
I love that one. Also, “A pessimist is an optimist in full possession of the facts.” And thank you on behalf of Herself.
If at first you don’t succeed, then skydiving probably ain’t for you.
Happy Lap Around the Sun Day to all who celebrate!
Plenty cacti around that Menual trailhead, and lots of sharp rocks to keep them company. A paraglider can either stick the landing or the landing can stick the paraglider.
Besides Oh-Apostrophe last names, you and I have something else in common: we both married above our pay grade, found someone suffering from temporary insanity that lasted long enough for us to fool them into sharing space with us.
Let us pray they never come to their senses and realize their foolishness. 🍀
Hah. There’s a club for us, you know. Charles Pelkey called it something like “The Men Who Married Above Their Station in Life,” and he of course is its founding member. May Dog keep the wives’ eyesight feeble and their senses addled.
Murphy’s Law: if anything can go wrong, it will.
1st corollary: at the worst possible time.
2nd corollary: when you are flat broke.
3rd: AT least 100 miles from help or home.
Murphy was an optimist
or when I worked in Casper, WY in 1979-80.
We are the unwilling led by the incompetent to do the unnecessary for the ungrateful