Sitting here in the motor home in my coat with the generator running, a gas furnace and three electric heaters going, my mind goes back three or four days to Rainbow Springs, FLORIDA. We were improving and increasing our walks. Things were looking good with Temps in the high 70’s and early 80’s. BIL Johnny is gonna pay for this when he gets better. I have told everyone that early spring or late fall is the time to die, marry, and celebrate or get sick.
Young Live oaks
Winter is the time to be in the sun in Fla, Southern Texas, NM or AZ. Oh ho, are you familiar with live oaks? I was not. I thought I knew ever oak until I went south. The live oak is a beautiful tree, but crooked as a barrel of fish hooks. I remember reading somewhere that the live oak made a great mast for sail ships. Who are they kidding? I have never seen a straight live oak yet. I am posting examples.
More live Oaks
I am going to try and not be too crude here, but there is an important thing men need to learn, and that is how to aim. For years I have said men are absolutely nasty in a toilet. Most men should sit on the stool to do ALL their business. Men cannot seem to get the hang of keeping ever drop in the urinal or commode. The last one or two drops end up on the floor for someone to clean up. There are a lot of little ditties and poems that go with that but I will not list them. WE maybe faster than the girls, but we are not as neat.
Okay that leads into something I just saw at Rainbow springs. There is a waterless urinal now put out by ‘Sloan Valves’, I do not know how it works but it does not smell and uses no water to flush. I have heard that in Sweden they bake the image of a fly into the urinal at a strategic location. Without thinking men aim at it. Men are warriors they want to aim. We feel emancipated if we hit what we aim at. That goes for using the urinal also.
So here at Rainbow Springs I SEE A TARGET, it is a small blue seashell.
I am reminded because they have the same here at St. Joseph’s hospital.
Sorry girls, I didn’t go into the ladies room to see if they gave you a target and I forgot to ask Sherry.
That is tonight’s wisdom.
Why is a person who plays the piano called a pianist but a person who drives a race car is not called a racist?
1956 Ford Convertible.