And for those that don't know who you're talking about.Start playing Lawrence Welk in your back yard.
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And for those that don't know who you're talking about.Start playing Lawrence Welk in your back yard.
When I hit 50 I started growing a crop of ear hair. Ear hair. Why?
Rant over.
So, you may look like this.I think thereās an unwritten law called, āConservation of Hair.ā It goes like this, when you start going bald, gravity takes over. Your head starts to go bald and the hair shows up growing in your ears and nose, on your arms, and around your knees.
I have a theory that as your age advances itāll soon be growing around your ankles.
I plan on sticking around long enough to prove the theory.
Iāll get back to you when I find out.
Mom listened every night. I miss those nights.And for those that don't know who you're talking about.
āGet off my snowbankāA foot of snow last night made life difficult and made me cranky. Watching families and kids on a hill sledding and having a blast reminded me I'm a cranky old man with first world problems and the sledders have it right.
No offense to anyone truly having a difficult time with the weather. I hope you and yours are OK.
Just merely saying my "inconvenience" seemed small in comparison.
There are guys who moan about the old days because it's kind of an Old Guy thing, and there are guys who moan about the old days because they actually think the old days were better.
I'm happy to be alive in some of the most amazing of times.
I don't have any desire to live in a pre-computer / pre-television / pre-mobile phone time.
It's the return to straight razor shaving .Lifespan is decreasing lately so something has gone awry recently.
Perhaps a polite hand written letter (posted) to your local postmaster explaining your inconvenience could solve the problem.New addition:
The postal worker parks his truck in front of my house. On trash days he blocks my bins and they donāt get collected. Literally hours calling the waste company or the city in days following is a complete waste of time (no pun) Iāve moved the cans to different spots and also have taken to parking the cans on the street not on the sidewalk. Picture this: today according to the street cam, the truck (pretty sure is mail) is parked in the street but essentially double parked in front bins out in the road. Blocking my bins so they were not collected. Iām never home to try to meet or talk to the letter carrier. So I just get to stew in my rage.
Thanks for listening