I Lost my favorite way to communicate

Memorable continental kits from The Past:

 

Not sure but it looks like a T-bird modification

For today:

Since being on the net I have used e-mails as my major avenue to communicate. It was simple, easy and I had a record to refer back to if needed.

BUT since the ‘spammers’ started shooting out ‘junk’ mail I have about 200 ‘spams’ a day to sift thru for any important data.  Not only that my normal 20-30 that miss the spam file have now sifted down to about 2-5 important ones. So in the past few days I just wholesale delete the spam folder, click wholesale delete on my ‘new e-mails’ then go down the list and unclick the important ones. There are times I go to the file and delete everyone that is there. IT IS NO LONGER AN EXERCISE I ENJOY. For years it was like going to my mail box on the street, just fun to read info from friends and real businesses.

It has become a task.  There were several SMART business men in the beginning that said we should be charged for all e-mails above 50 a day. 50 a day would have filled my quota of communications.  The SMART people who ‘foresaw’ the spamming fools said whole sale e=mails like 1000 to millions an hour should be billed at least a half cent apiece for all over 50.

I thought about messenger, but too many folks just forward-all no matter what the message is.  I guess I am back to ‘texting’ on the cell.

 

Now if they can just figure a way to charge $1.00 for each call/text telling me my warranty is about to expire, it would help!

 

BUT today I did get to smile. The family that moved from here 2 yrs ago refuse to have their mail forwarded, leaving me to write on the envelope ‘no longer at this address’ and put it back in the box. Today there was an envelope with a line on the envelope, “OPEN IMMEDIATELY YOUR ENGINE WARRANTY IS ABOUT TO EXPIRE!”

Don’t tell anyone but I threw it in the trash can, let the warranty expire dad gummit! ;-)

NiteShipslog

PS:

That is jack in Arabic.  Woody sent it to me. I had wondered.

Can you pay off your debt?

 

I have stated this is not a political site.   (BUT) We have had Democrats and Republicans in charge, NEITHER OF WHICH HAS STOPPED SPENDING, ABORTION or other hot button issues.  OH YEAH it was PROMISED!  The politicians tell us, I want it FIXED, but no one ELSE will help....  AND WE BELIEVE...

As I said, the above to me, means not much.  At 82+ yrs old I will probably  be dead before the ceiling crashes.  But some of you and my family will still be here. My mama and daddy talked about the depression.  I hate for it to happen again

If it does it will be tough to enforce the law because we have learned,.........  WHAT?   WE have reached the point if you pump the crap out, many good folks will be hurt.. They have been made dependent... WHAT IS THE ANSWER????

JACK.....

Still here out of bed for an hour or so....  just sick, maybe a cold. Y'all are good folks.  I am sure this was put out by one party,  But the load is shared by our politicians.....  of all shades and colors...

Just here

 Just hanging around in Florida. Life and God  are still GOOD! But  situations locally could use some improvements.

...............

Nationally we need some common sense. 

This is just to keep in touch.  My politics do not matter but logic does.  No matter what party is in control, neither will stop spending.

Got this from friend Jim of Valdese.

Probably a friend of Victors, same accent!

Love from here.

 Comments not necessary, I am just looking at the net Jim & family have always practiced what this man preaches, we have too.  It ain't long but just common sense!

He IS TOO a Friend of mine!

Memorable car of the day:

         Another '56 with a continental kit!

For today:

(I came to the keyboard to make an announcement, and found this entry I had already prepared, so I will publish it and announce at the end, thanks for your support....)

Conversation across our table:

Sherry, “Today is Butch Harris’s Birthday!”

Me: “No one told me!”

“You are not his friend!”

“I AM TOO!  We’ve been buddies since he was born, Jan 2, 1956!”

Butch is Sherry’s nephew, a son of Lefty and Willena. He is a great guy.  Funny he is not my ‘friend,’ he seems to like me.

(I even have an autographed picture of Butch,  when he played for the Cincinnati Reds Farm team, Sherry's family were big sports fans, they are rightly proud of Butch.  And he is a friend as well as a nephew!!!)

I missed that word when I ‘blogged’ about changes in the meaning of words. I am not belittling the ‘real internet’ friends I have met. Especially the ones I have met on Bloggerville’s pages.  I honestly consider you guys ‘friends’.  But I think like me, many folks have friends and don’t even recognize their names.  I get ‘friend requests’ many times and have to check to see if they are already friends or not, Now that is a funny question right there!

I read an obituary of a sweet person once, one line in the obit YELLED truthfully, “She never met a stranger, just a new friend!”  She was friend Newt’s daughter.

In my personal opinion, FB needs another name for what is referred to as ‘friends.’ I doubt if there is any ‘regular’ person who realy has 4,382 ‘friends.’  Some people on FB must ‘claim’ friends like kids used to collect baseball cards.  Doing this they can ‘brag’ how many friends they have.

Anyway, if you read this Butch, HAPPY BIRTHDAY and you are a real friend and a great nephew whether FB knows it or not! LOL

(Me, Joe and Lucy. I found Joe's obit awhile back, but cannot get anything up to date on Lucy, she is a little older than I)

I just checked, I have 329 friends. I am a friend of Jehovah Jireh! Oh YEAH and I noticed I am a friend of Lucy Horky…….. 7 times!  I do love Lucy. We were driving thru Lincoln Nebraska once and stopped to see her and Joe (and Spunky). She was/is a mess. I even ran across one name among ‘My Friends’ I do not even like, I don’t know how we became friends. I know he ain’t crazy about me.

I am sure one can be a Christian and ‘not like’ someone because their personality is obnoxious. That doesn’t mean you HATE them. I don’t like that word very much when it comes to humans.

There have always been FRIENDS and acquaintances; in life at times, we are surprised to learn the difference.

Nite Shipslog

PS: I will be absent for a few days (maybe).   I will read and  comment when I have time.  I just might  be getting ready for a big snow fall here in central Florida. (or some other earth shaking event??) LOL

Why did they Pick on the little guy?

 Memorable Automobiles from The Past:

 My friend Buddy sent me a few pictures from the 50s with that signature 'Continental Kit'  This one a '56 Ford

I know it is hard for many to believe, but that rear extension was the 'cat's Meow' for  few years.

For today:

You know Dancer and Prancer…….etc but do you recall? Rudolf!  Of course everyone knows him. Gene Autry made the dude famous.

But surely you remember this guy….  The most famous doggie of them all!

Let me regress:

I even remember the Howdy Doody Time with Buffalo Bob, Princess Summerfallwinterspring, Clarebel and Howdy Doody!

I have told this before and it is a special memory.Me nor any of my buddies in 1948-49 had a TV. BUT the Firemen at the local fire station allowed us to come in and sit on the floor in front of their B/W TV and watch the Howdy Doody Time. WHAT a thrill to have a little movie screen and not be at the local movie theatre. And it cost’d us nothing.  There were rules and we abided by them perfectly.  Anything to watch a TV! WOW.. Yessir, a REAL TV. We had heard of them.

It is something special when grownups take time to make  memories for kids who are not even kin.

                              

About 1955, following Howdy, came the Mickey Mouse club in about 1955, along with them came a dog named for a planet, he was Pluto.  I liked Pluto and his little dwarf planet. Once NASA flew a camera by his planet and……. 

THERE it was, Plain as day (to Pluto lovers) an image of Pluto the dog on the planet he was named after. Both began their history in 1930.

And then some so called scientists come along and say the little guy Pluto is no longer a planet. He was discovered in 1930 and has been in our solar system a long time. Mrs. Grill  taught me that he is the ninth planet. He has paid his dues, stayed in orbit with no fuss, why kick him out now?

It just ain’t right. I hear a wiggle lately. Some WISE scientist wants to restore Pluto to his rightful place, the smallest planet….  Good on the guy, and good luck.

 NiteShipslog

PS:

Guns, gifts, kids

Armed and Dangerous:

For today:

My dad never bought me a gun, but I used his 16 gauge shotgun to hunt. I never was much of a hunter, but I loved being with my dog in the woods.

I did trade around different things until I had a single shot .22 rifle.  It was not uncommon for boys  above 11-12 in my area to own guns.  Most of the older boys I knew had pickup trucks and liked the gun rack in the window.

I never heard a complaint nor problem of boys having them in their trucks when they drove to school.

Sonny Helms, my BIL and best friend, told me that most days in the fall and winter he took his single shot .22 rifle with him to school. He said he leaned it in the corner with two or three other rifles. Those hunters would head for the woods after school to try to get at least a couple squirrels maybe a rabbit for supper. Families depended on it. He only carried 5-6 shells, he said, “I never wasted a shot.”

Over the years woods were further away and schools were more crowded. BUT in my entire life, I NEVER heard of a kid having or being given a pistol as a gift.  There was no use in it. No one hunted with a pistol.

There are many folks still today who depend on harvesting wild animals for their meat. Old Woody up in NY got his this year for their winter meat. Dar & Mel's families in the North Woods fill their freezers every year. It is a way of life that has been brought forward for hundreds of years.

I said all that as back ground.  In today’s world I cannot imagine any family, even country folks, allowing a kid to have a hand gun.

Now we have an entire family in Michigan, Mother, dad and son who have ruined their lives, and many others by giving their son a handgun as a gift. That boy carried the gun to school and killed 4 of his class mates.

Amazing, that humans, can cause so much havoc by doing something stupid. A decision such as that, killed some and caused untold pain in the lives of many.

Now I just read that two students ambushed and killed one of their teachers in the 'calm' state of Iowa.

I DO NOT KNOW WHAT HAS HAPPENED.

I had a simple lesson once during my driving license, I ‘rolled thru’ a stop sign. My Testing Officer said, “Stop! Back up.”

I did.

“What does that sign say?”

“STOP, I replied.”

“That is correct. You did not STOP. Head back to the station. YOU FAILED!” I nearly cried.

I had never failed any test in my life. I learned something.  I already knew ‘manners and respect’ they were taught at home. But I learned well a simple legal lesson. I did it right the next week. ;-)

Has our society lost the importance of TEACHING respect for others at home?

NiteShipslog

PS: EVEN SADDER! I just read today of a Father in TEXAS driving his son (14 yrs old) to a convenience store to kill 3 people.  Then with his son back in the truck, sped away from the murder scene.

 LORD, PLEASE, we need guidance and help!  Amen

New Year's MORN, I woke up outside On concrete with a female NOT MY wife!

 That Car:

I thought this was Dog Heaven.......  my mistake..... But it is what it is..

 For today:

Mary Jane, JANIE, is old.  She and I have something in common, she is deaf.  Deafness seems to be common in English bulls. I am thinking also of Ole Hook, an Alabama throw away dog taken in by Rick and Jilda. Dogs that found those two animal lovers won the pet lottery! Anyway to continue on Janie. She has arthritis in her hips and can barely walk. She has skin tags in various places and one ugly growth. But we love her, she is the oldest of our grand dogs.

Here is stretched out in the Florida Sun. 

We are Granddog sitting. She cannot climb the steps into the coach, so we are trying to stay in the Mobile Home with her. BUT, but New Year’s night she refused to climb the steps. She weighs about 60 pounds and I cannot pick her up. She snuggled on her ‘cushy’ patio bed. AT least the patio is covered.

So I dug into my back pack and got my 1” sleep pad and sleeping bag and settled beside her for the night.  Since we are both deaf we could feel the booms and see the flashes, but the neighborhood sounds did not bother us.  Someone near musta invested a few hundred dollars in BIG BOOMS because there were about 4 hours of continuous BOOMS.

So I woke up with Janie this morning. We slept on the concrete, however she had a 4” cushy sleeper.  LOL.

After last night I decided to build a ramp. These are the steps she had to maneuver:

 

This is now the ramp put together fast with materials on hand. The non-skid is a rug and work towel. It should work until our sitting job is done. Hopefully no more than 2-3 days.

It took some encouraging, but she tried it, it worked.

To be honest Janie needs to find that doggie heaven I hear about (but cannot find scripture for)  It would be nice that one day I would see Janie meeting Ace,Tom(#1), Bingo, Casco, Stormy, Hendrix & Sir Logan . What tales those dogs & cats could tell.

Some fantasies make losses easier.

 Nite Shipslog

PS…. I do not recommend OLD people sleeping on concrete, much harder than the ground. LOL

The newer softer words....

Cool cars  according to Google:

 I searched Google for 'cool cars' The ones tonight were among them.

For today:

I remember when the term ‘cool’ was morphed into something other than ‘NOT COLD’. LOL  I remember because I became COOL with a ‘DA’ which also was softened to Duck’s Tail and I also started ‘pegging my pants.’

Then a few years ago instead of ‘telling me something’ people started ‘sharing with me’, at first it sounded sorta like gossip! 

Okay we are grand dog sitting. That is another newer term. My grandma never had a ‘grand dog’, but ‘Little Jackie had a sweet dog.’  ;-)…

Soooo yesterday afternoon Mark came out to say. “I just got a call, My storage bin in New Port Richey has been ‘compromised’!”  I said “You mean broken into, right?”

“Yeah that is what they finally said.  It is roped off and I need to come down to report what is missing.”

He tried to find a local doggy motel, but we volunteered to watch Janie. She is an old dog and has lots of ‘issue’s’ (There is another ‘newer’ use of a word. At one time she would have had a lot of problems.)

I don’t have a problem with ‘issues, grand dog and Sharing.’ I know it is life as it continues. BUT if my house is broken into I will call the police and you can bet I will NOT say, “Could you please come out to Carl Road, my home has been compromised!”

Anyway I did smile thinking how our language changes over the course of life. I remember when the Flintstones had a Gay Old Time.  I also remember when Sherry and I were happy and gay.

But most of all I hope your car or home is NEVER Compromised…….  Just sayin’ (Yeah, that is another one and I am cool as a cucumber!)

Nite Shipslog

PS: I think our language has been compromised!!  😉

PS2: On yesterday's window entry. Unlike you house windows RV double pane window do NOT contain ARGON to hold down moisture and insulate. This separator has a moisture 'eater' in it. I have found the separator but it is 1/16" too BIG. I never thought 1/16" would stop me, but it did. LOL  Only one manufacturer.

PS3: I woke up this morning on our concrete patio, Happy New Year.. Story at eleven (they say)