On this day...

On this day in 1612, wReginald Fabius Hunnicutt IV, began gathering hardwood to make and stockpile charcoal, so that he could enjoy wagon tail gating at the fall rugby games.

wReginald was famous for his smoked haggis.


The tradition continues to this day.

363 to 721.5 Tailgate Think Tank

What do I do in the winter? I innovate. Capacity baby!

For me to sear/smoke 10 pounds of wings at a tailgate, which is a big Costco bag, it takes me two dedicated 22 inch grills.

Half of that space is utilized because the other half is the charcoal fire to create an indirect/baking effect after searing. The current setup gives me enough room to do one 10 pound batch at a time. Wings take and hour, and time is precious pre-game. I need those wing grills to cook the main meat after the wings. So a second batch of wings is no option.

Many times with large crowds, we run short of wings. I needed more capacity without more grills.

I happen to have an 18.5 inch Weber Smokey Mountain which comes stock with two 18 inch round racks.



Reasoning, I bought a third rack and added legs for three racks. Three racks gives me twice the capacity of 1/2 of two larger racks. I think I can do 20 pounds at a time now. Perhaps different favors on each rack. All smoked and tender. (I'm drooling now) That is a lot of wings my friend.

The proving grounds will be June 8. I will attempt a wReggie wRecord of 20 pounds of wings at one time at the quarry.

One grill and one smoker instead of two grills and more capacity. The same footprint and more capacity. I love it.

#hotsmoke

Good Morning

Thank you for joining me today. To read this blog in Spanish press1 now.

What about the rights of gay terrorists?

The only things I admired about my president is he kept his promise to get a dog, and he blew up people with robot planes. How cool is that?

A remote control, a big plane, a joy stick, and a big gun or missile. Then you simple find a bad guy in Pakistan whilst sitting inDenver, and bam!

This kept me safe, and I liked that.

Yesterday, the knuckle head announced he is going to cut back on his habit of shooting bad guys remotely. And he would certainly try to avoid killing bad Americans abroad.

Why? Screw that it is technically illegal to attack sovran nations just willy nilly. The prez so got over that 5 years ago.

So what is the real reason? I suspect some terrorists killed might have been gay. How embarrassing would this reveal be to the administration?

Thursday

The old back felt a little fragile today so I stayed at home and took it easy.

About 10 AM I got a delivery from the John Deere dealer. No, not something new, but a refurbishment of my 10 old plus lawn tractor. It is one of those orange Home Depot, Scott's Tractor brand, but built by Deere.

It had been in the shop about three weeks getting virtually new deck gearing, blades, belts, tires sealed, complete service and tune up. I swear it looks new......but better.




Then I could no longer resist. A few days ago I took deliver of this truck lift. It looks well made and functional. I clipped it together with pins and it was ready in minutes.

The problem will be to get this bolted to the frame where there is no frame. So I'm going to have an extension welded and the base installed by my mechanic.

Gotta take care of your shit, and your back.

Baseball





My Old Pal

My old pal, the big red truck turned 300,000 miles today. A milestone.


I have towed tons of RVs down the road, dogs loaded on camping trips, week after week of tailgating off this truck, scuba off this truck, hay and grain off this old friend, I have towed a few horses, made many trips on business, towed my Jeep behind, and used the tailgate as my yard work bench for 13 years.

The old boy got a new transmission a few weeks ago so I am keeping him a few more years at least.

I have always done the required maintenance and replaced anything that is broken. It has never been wrecked.

Overall a fine purchase in 2000 with no regrets.

This is Brilliant




Supposedly in Boston you get to pee on the competition at their stadium. I need to get some Dallas, Atlanta, Philly, and New Orleans logos to paste up on the urinals at Carolina.

Stuff I Like

Tailgate and grill.


Hang at the NC and GA coast.



Scuba.


And I have done none of the above lately.

Location:Pinewood Ln,Midland,United States

Per Rock Chef




Your request sir.

I'm coming back to life

Slowly the steroids are doing their trick and I have had three days of relatively pain free heaven.

I am staying off my feet and only venture to feed the horses.


The horses insist on my cooking, and the chickens are no trouble either. Twice a day I do this.

Today I ventured out and bought a scuba cylinder from Craig's List.



It is a dandy 80 aluminum cylinder that needs testing and cleaning before I'll breathe from it. It was a steal at $75. Otherwise if it fails it will make a nice lamp base for my screen room.

I simply drove to he meeting place and exchanged money and he loaded the cylinder.



What a Difference a Month Makes

I've been in bed coming up on a month. Every time I attempt activity, the pain knocks me back in bed. Activity is defined as not being in bed and walking modestly....about 5 minutes slow walk to the barn and back.

I am on my 4th round of strong steroids with all the side effects of puffiness, sweats, jumpiness, sleeplessness, buzz head, etc.

Yesterday and this morning I feel better. There is very little pain and I am going out to eat breakfast with friends. I am thrilled with anticipation of shredded hash browns.

I hope for the best and know I am healing. Never in my wildest dreams did I think I would be down this long.

There is a long recovery period yet getting back to my active lifestyle. I day dream of diving and being the independent person I was. I know it is coming back.



Support

I have been over whelmed with support of friends, fellow bloggers, tailgaters, divers, business colleagues, and long time friends. It means a lot to me to get a call, email, text or whatever to just check in on me.

It appears all is not going as it should, and we are devising a plan to resolve my less than stellar recovery.

I will let you know what is going on when I know, but for now the pain in my leg is back along with numbness.

Thankfully I have been able to give rest a serious try and could get used to it, but rest is not helping.

I am able to work some from bed with my iPad, iPhone and two border collies lying on each side of me.

Gigi is taking great care of me, and I have hired out most of the heavy work needed to be done around here on a weekly basis.

So for now, more powerful steroids, rest, reading and keeping my fingers crossed.

Meat Marketing

Grass fed, hand cut meat. Huh? Wtf?
Before, did the butcher tear the meat with his teeth...or did robots cut the meat?
My horses are grass fed. Common knowledge to a 3 year old. Cows eat grass too.

Good News - Very Affordable Healthcare

I have met my $6,000 yearly medical deductible.

$18,000 for the surgery and hospital, and $2,770 for the MRI did me in.

Not bad for 70 days. From now until March 1, 2014 everything is free after I pay $1400 a month in healthcare premiums.

$22,800 a year for healthcare at group rates. I hear my costs will soar neat year when Obamacare kicks in 100%.

People are going to absolutely shit next year when you have to buy this stuff or have the IRS take from you.


So What the Hell do I do With This?




They are $80 on Amazon. Gigi and I have three now, a walker, crutches, two canes, shower seat, and bed side potty.

Seems like I could make something cool out of this.

Life Cycle of a Cooked Hen

Last night it was rotisserie chicken with rice and green beans.

YouTube Video

Today is will be chicken soup.



Cripple Upgrades

Now that I am old, spent, and cripple, the mind comes into play. Check out this hydronic lift that I will mount to my old 5th wheel mount in my truck bed.






Scuba tanks, grills, generators, camping equipment may take a bit longer to load but they'll never get my back again.

I should have done this years ago. I may attach a come along for hay to drag it on the bed of the truck.

I Can't Clean

The dog pool is up for the season. God the dogs love to lay and play in this pool.


I can no longer pick up the edge and dump it.....so....I siphoned it yesterday, cleaned it gently with a string mop instead of scrubbing on all fours, and filled it again with minimal stress on my back. I'm learning to protect my spine.

I siphoned the water off the jeep tarp too. Usually I would just muscle the water to the edge and create a giant waterfall. Saved by back again.

My old golf cart has been pulled from the well house and is being converted into a small hauler for stuff around the yard like spray tanks, scuba tanks, coolers, camping stuff, etc. More attempts at reasoning with my back.

I may try and mount the pressure washer on the cart soon to blast off the deck and patio.

I Love This Boat

They really have old Reliance looking spiffy. A lot of decking and staging work was done last year and the hull was painted before the season. Now the top is trimmed out in diver red and white with contact information.



Captain Cook waves from the top deck as she pulls into harbor. Scott Cook is a hoot. I always enjoy his company and remarks.

The Diesel engine on Reliance is old, smokes, and sputters, but seems to work good enough.

It is better to look good anyway.

I Was Indestructable

I have followed the doctors new orders carefully since my flair up and I am better. Bed rest and steroids are doing the trick.

I realize recovery is a mind game. I keep wanting to do stuff because I measure accomplishment subconsciously by the stuff I do.

Yesterday I had a "must do" meeting because of time constraints involved with an investment. I asked my business partner if he could drive me out of town so I could continue rest and yet work. A 90 minute ride in a Mercedes was a breeze. It was nice to get outside and sight see.


Finally, I really like ducks.

A Nice Eternal Place




My last shore dive on St Croix was to this old Danish anchor resting beside a coral head. The spot is about 100 feet down and just a few kicks downhill is the Wall which plunges thousands of feet down. The place is breathtaking.

The surreal images are the closest you'll ever get to be in a living Roger Dean "Yes" album cover.

So I'm leaning to this place to drop off my ashes when the times comes. Mix me in with some Concrete Mix and a plaque, and old wReg should be just fine here for a few centuries.

I'd prefer to be over there to the left, kind of under that coral....a nice place for me and a lobster.

A Small Setback

It has been a week since surgery and since I have followed the rules wReggie style.

It means I pushed a bit too hard yesterday and now I am in the bed by orders from the doctor.

Apparently my walking activity was excessive and I have enflamed stuff in that general area. Now it requires bed rest.

And so I am in bed again.

I'm Not Impressed

My used tire experience hasn't been pleasant.


I was taking my walk and noticed my new used tire had exploded. But, I did it the redneck way and saved money.

Now I have an exploded $25 tire (useless)...$50 in pocket. Could have had a $75 good new tire (useful)....$0 in pocket.

The redneck sorrow continues. I also have a bad battery in the truck.

River of Life

Life just keeps on flowing, but my perceptions have changed. This is my second week of dealing with getting well. I don't much care for this assignment ,as my regular life was much more interesting to me.

But life keeps on keeping on and I am trying to deal with this new reality.

Today I will attempt to go out on my own just to see if I can. I'm headed to a place that replaces iPad screens.

Then, if it all works out I will kill the rest of this day until bed time. What a waste. No interest in cooking, scuba, camping, etc.

Can anyone recommend a good book please?

And Lord, please no more HVTV.

I Am Not a Patient Patient

I am bored shitless. There is not enough stuff to read on the Internet.

Yesterday I more or less built a new scuba regulator. Then I read some, and took a nap.

The body and back are sore. My gut is about back to normal too. How come the gastrointestinal track gets so messed up after surgery?

Honestly, 5 more weeks of taking it easy is going to kill me. It has only been 4 days since surgery.

Maybe after a week I'll get in a groove.

Let The Healing Begin!

I think I am cured or at least on the road to full recovery.

I am at home, and am resting per doctors orders. They say 6 weeks of light duty with no compromise, and no lifting over 5 pounds. Frequent short walks are the key now.

The surgery was necessary. I could barely walk in on my own power on Wednesday. Now, there is zero pain in my leg, and only some dull pain from bone chipping and the incision site.

The surgeon reported major compression of the spinal column so the MRI was accurate.

I plan to rest next week and ease on back into a light work schedule after the 6th of May.

Day of Fog

Chalk down May 1 as a day of fog. Keep in mind I am writing this at 4 AM on a morphine pump so I'm sure things will get worse pain wise once that comes off.


We arrived early around 5AM for surgery. My pain was steady so I knew something was getting progressively worse.

Before long I was set up with an IV and being briefed by the ER Nurse, Surgeon, Anesthesiologist and such. Soon I was given a cocktail to relax me and that is the last thing I remember. Nice in retrospect.

I woke up not in horrible pain like I expected, and I was aware of what had happened. My leg pain was gone and my back hurt a bit but all in all so far, so good. My mind was a fog of pain drugs.

I wasn't nauseated however my body and face were, and are very bloated.



Soon I was moved to a room and met with Gigi and some dear friends.

Drugs and muscle relaxers kept me comfortable.

Eventually as the day wore on I began feeling more soreness and back pain and realized for sure I had just received real back surgery.

I have been warned over and over that not matter how good I think I feel, that I have had major trauma to the spinal column and I must take it easy for 6 weeks.

I woke up a few hours ago after about 4 hours of fitful sleep. What the heck....I have nothing but time to sleep now.

Thank you everyone for your prayers and well wishes.



Oh, and the food is not bad at all....just bland.

Success

So far an outstanding success. I know it is early, and the morphine may be talking, but by golly I feel 100% better here in my hospital bed. The legs and butt pain are gone.

Amazing that just a few hours ago another human being was poking around on my spinal cord removing unwanted fragments.

I woke up, was fully with it, and ate a decent lunch.

Tonight and tomorrow will tale another story perhaps but for today I am impressed.


May Day

Surgery is today and it couldn't come any sooner. I am in pain.

I went to bed early, I slept very well, had my sanitize shower with the fancy soap, and I am ready.

I'll keep you posted as soon as I know and fell like posting.

Cheers.


ready to rumble

I got all my pre-op done today so all is go for a 5 AM arrival to the hospital Wednesday morning.

Last night I didn't sleep more than 3 hours. I guess nerves set in because I have watched the procedure on Youtube a few times.

It is not a big deal if it's not me. However, real surgery always looks messy, bloody, and traumatic.

Yesterday I had a few doubts because I was moving pretty well. A few minutes later, mid step, I doubled over in pain out of now where.

Another thing I am learning is sometimes I get great pain relief from pain pills, and others times they are duds. When I get the right pill at the right time I feel human again.

So, I am ready for this to be over.

Changes

I've truly been enjoying the extra time forced upon me just going slow. I am the type of guy who plows ahead on everything and slowing down has been refreshing.

My newly gained olfactory senses whether temporary or long term have been pleasant on my slow walks to the barn. I can smell rain, animals, outdoors, flowers all very intensely.

The extra time with Gigi has been a pleasure for me....she is a great person. I know I must be driving her crazy.

Hopefully today we can get this surgery scheduled in stone and hopefully this week. This pain is most unpleasant.

This Is My Greeting Party in Heaven





Redneck Luck

Rednecks always seem to be down on their luck. They are always broke, usually a lot of drama, a chronic illness, and always a broken down car about to be repossessed.


My lawn tractor died just yesterday. Oh it can be fixed, but it is just a pain in the ass (figuratively). Riding it was a pain in the ass literally, but I did it slow and easy until the belt came off. I decided to call it quits and have John Deer come out, pick it up and service the whole thing and return it as good as new in a week or so.

My transmission on my truck went out as you recall. $3800 later I have what is for me a new ride ready for another 300,000 miles. When I got in the truck the battery was dead as Ned's Ass. I felt so redneck. I managed to haul out the generator with a 12 volt trickle charger and got it started.

Upon a visit to Autozone to test the battery it was discovered that the connectors were very dirty. He took mercy on the old man with the cane and cleaned it up so the battery works just fine.

I am spending a decent time in bed which is where I should be. Occasionally I drift off to a pleasant nap. Yesterday I rolled over on my beloved iPad and cracked the screen. Another reinforcing redneck moment.

I did have an old screen protector (too late) that came with an old Otterbox case. The cracks are very fine but still in place. I applied the screen protector to decrease the likelihood that the glass will splinter. So for now the iPad is flawed cosmetically and noting more. Still, it is like a facial scar on a pretty woman.

And I am still chronically ill.....as a redneck should be.

Fortunately I am not broke.

Hopefully on Monday I can get this surgery scheduled and get on with my healing.

This is Interesting

My injury continues to progress daily and I find the whole experience fascinating. I guess I can say that because I am looking from a prospective where I expect a repair and good recovery.

I use a cane to take weight off my right leg. It is necessary otherwise I would double over in pain when I walk.

The meds help dealing, but the mind does its own tricks to cope.

The pain changes location throughout the day and it changes from a burning, to stabbing, to just old throbbing with no movement.

I went grocery shopping and was tempted to use the electric scooter. I managed just fine but it was exhausting.

One of the biggest insights is how pain consumes so much energy both physically and emotionally. I have a greater appreciation for the journey my wife has traveled.

There is a problem

I blew out a disc.


L4 and L5 spinal cord compression. It can be fixed surgically and I have elected to get it fixed cause it hurts like hell. It is not a huge deal like Gigi's but I'm going to be down and recovering for about 6 weeks.


This is the full shot with turds and back fat showing up nicely in the front and back.

Otherwise I have a very nice spine he said.

From How to Get Rich Slowly

This is dead on in my opinion. Especially 5 and 6.

1. Underearners have a high tolerance for low pay

“High earners make darn sure they’re well compensated for their time and work,” Stanny writes. “But it rarely dawns on (or appeals to) an underearner to set her sights on a higher salary.”

As I read this, I thought to myself, I wouldn’t say I have a high tolerance for low pay, but I have tolerated it in the past.

I tolerated it because I felt I had to pay my dues. Low pay never lasted long, as, after a while, I began to suspect I was worth more only to discover that, indeed, I was.

But the fact that I was rationalizing this made me feel uneasy about what was to come.

2. They underestimate their worth

Stanny points out that “women, in particular, have a tendency to undervalue themselves.” She uses various university studies to support her argument. In those studies, women consistently paid themselves less than men did for doing the same task. Psychologists call it the “depressed entitlement effect,” saying that, subconsciously or otherwise, minorities devalue themselves.

When I decided to become a freelance writer, for example, I assumed it wouldn’t be a very lucrative career. And even now, in the back of my head, there’s the stigma that writers should be poor.

Stanny points out that you shouldn’t put a limit on what you think you should be making. Within reason; she admits that there are certain fields where six figures aren’t possible (though she says it’s still possible to earn more). “Women accept lower wages because they presume they must deserve less,” Stanny writes.

Although I’d like to think that “women” is interchangeable with “writers” in my situation, the point is, perhaps I underestimate my worth.

I hear people talk about what they’re “worth” a lot. My old, practical philosophy is that you’re only worth what someone is willing to pay you. But that philosophy is evolving. It’s not just about how much you’re paid, but how much you can offer.

3. They’re willing to work for free

“Underearners regularly give away their time, knowledge and skills for nothing. They’ll work at no charge without thinking twice. Most of the time, it’s so ingrained they aren’t even conscious they’re doing it.”

Stanny’s not just talking about directly working for free, but also the indirect work we often don’t think to bill. She cites an example of a woman who was offered to speak at a women’s finance event — for free. She refused, unless they agreed to pay her.

“It’s not right to ask women to have economic empowerment and not practice it themselves,” the woman argued. Stanny added that the woman did occasionally do things pro bono.

“…those are choices I make, not obligations.”

I found it significant that Stanny used the term “pro bono” in place of “free” when describing work that the woman chose. I also wondered how the woman determined what was a choice and what was an obligation.

I’ve written about how I’ve done work for free, because when I was switching careers, every bit of advice I read suggested that you may have to work for free or next-to-nothing in the beginning in order to build a portfolio.

So yes, I was willing to work for free. Am I doomed to be an underearner?

4. They’re lousy negotiators

“Underearners are reluctant to ask for more,” Stanny writes. “…Underearners hold back simply because they’re too scared. ‘What if I raise my prices, and they laugh in my face,’ said Annie, a bookbinder.”

I’ll admit, I’m scared to negotiate. Even at flea markets, I have a hard time asking for the mutually understood discount. But I’m not afraid of being laughed at; my fear is a fiscal one. What if they don’t consider me for future projects? What if they decide to hire someone else altogether? These are the understandable doubts that run through my head, but perhaps I’m devaluing myself.

While reading this, I felt a little disappointed in myself. But Stanny had some encouraging and empowering words:

“It’s hard for most women in all income brackets to demand more. High earners might not like it (and they rarely do), but they do it. That’s how these six-figure women got where they are. They do what they are afraid to do.”

5. They practice reverse snobbery

Hate rich people? Then you might be an underearner. I harbor no ill will toward the rich, but I am admittedly kind of a frugal snob. When I see a $100,000 car, I roll my eyes. And that’s not very nice of me. Many underearners equate money with limitations, so they grow to become resentful of it. Stanny believes this is indicative of someone resigned to earning less.

“Just about every underearner I’ve met believes real wealth comes at too high a price. … The irony is that few people work harder or obsess more about money — or rather, the lack of it — than underearners do.”

6. They believe in the nobility of poverty

“At the same time underearners are spurning the wealthy, they are singing their own praises for surviving on so little.”

Despite my financial situation, in the back of my mind, I still have an impoverished mind-set that’s no longer doing me much good. I’ve been trying to rise above the notion that poverty gives you access to all sorts of qualities wealth can’t.

“…many underearners genuinely believe money is tainted, materialism is bad, and there’s something virtuous about surviving on a shoestring,” Stanny explains. “According to this line of reasoning, they are much better people for rejecting financial gain.”

While I still believe in the value of frugality, I do see her point. You can overdo it. You might spend too much energy on a false sense of virtue instead of realizing your earning potential. You might put forth a little less effort to earn more, because, in the back of your mind, you equate wealth with materialism and vice.

7. They’re subtle self-saboteurs

Stanny argues underearners unwittingly set themselves up for failure:

“…applying for work they’re not qualified for, creating problems with coworkers, procrastinating or leaving projects unfinished, hopping from one job to another, always stopping just short of reaching their goals. The common thread is their propensity to be scattered, distracted and unfocused.”

She adds that underearners always seek out a scapegoat or a savior rather than take responsibility for their own behavior.

8. They’re codependent

“There’s a fine line between loyal employee or devoted wife and sacrificial lamb,” Stanny writes.

Indeed, when it comes to work, I often find myself volunteering to bear the brunt of the load. Of course, employers come to expect this after a while, and this eventually leads to resentment, which Stanny predicts:

“Subjugating our needs for the sake of others inevitably leads to resentment, depression, burnout and breakdown.”

I still believe in workplace gratitude, but I’m reconsidering my level of service. I do tend to tiptoe the boundary between loyal and sacrificial.

9. They live in financial chaos

Finally, Stanny makes the point that underearners are “more likely to be in debt, have smaller savings, fewer (if any) investments, and little idea where their money goes.”

While I’m debt-free and handling my finances well, there was a quote in this section that stood out to me. Stanny interviewed financial counselor Mikelann Valterr, who described the psychology behind debt:

“Debt is about giving your energy away … it cuts off our options, giving the illusion there’s enough because when the money runs out, you can just whip out a credit card and continue spending. You never have to confront head-on that you aren’t making enough. Which is why people use debt. It keeps you from confronting your fear of success, making hard decisions about how to earn more, and experiencing the discomfort when life becomes more expansive.”

It takes courage to get out of debt, Stanny says.

And really, it takes courage to overcome any of the traits on her list. Negotiating, not always volunteering, letting go of some of my past philosophies — it’s overwhelming and a little scary to consider all of this.


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I Can't Help But Laugh

I've Fallen! And I Can't Get Up!



I was feeling a bit better this morning so I walked out to do some light chores and feed the livestock.

Suddenly, my right leg collapsed and I was able to grab a deck railing to break my fall. I scraped my wrist pretty good too.

Shit I tells ya.

I go to the doc this PM and see what the MRI reveals.

Cedie - pronounced Sadie




My baby girl with blue eyes is getting old, but she keeps plugging along. Spring has brought her back to life.

I hope she is around many more Springs.

Here's The Deal

I visited the spine doctor after I reached the point of barely being able to walk. The pain is excruciating.

The doctor thinks it is a pinched nerve in L1/S1 and it caused all kinds of pain in my right leg and buttocks. Killer fanny pain I tell ya.

For two days I have been taking a delightful pain cocktail that produces a pleasant medical buzz and relieves pain to the point that I can walk.

Even more impressive I have been taking steroids that is reducing inflammation. Overall I am better able to tolerate.

Today I will lie low and stay in the bed.

A major side effect of this all is I can smell like anyone else. I have a very dull sense of smell but something I am taking is making this sense keen again. I smell dogs, cats, chickens, horses, outdoors.....it is amazing. I am taking it all in.

Last night I had an MRI and will have the results Friday at 2.

Meanwhile, my activity is on hold. Move less and I don't hurt. Move much and I do hurt.

Watching Masterpiece Theater with the Mrs. ESPN or NFL channel didn't make the cut.

Sports Injury

I found out today that what I attributed to a mild sports injury is in fact a bulging disc.

Think back two weeks ago....harp music playing....I was set to go to The Masters, and reached down to pick up a beer cooler, when I felt a snap...and some pain. That qualified as a sports injury for sure.

Two weeks later I am worse. So I get an X-ray this morning and low and behold my soon to be 57 year old L5/S1 is about worn out. Actually this is typical for a geezer my age.

But my constant activity has aggravated the area and cause major pain in my ass...literally.

I had a few adjustments and was told I needed inactivity, rest, and keep my back straight. This should allow the inflammation to subside.

Ain't I pitiful?

A Great Day

Planting time around the fun deck.


Flowers here.


Flowers there.


Flowers infused every where.


Pool is open.


Hanging baskets.


Masters looking Azalea.


I love Spring.

Good Times

It is nice to have a spare car when the other is in the shop.


The Jeep made its seasonal appearance yesterday at The Quarry. I had a great dive but did have some equipment issues of my own cause.

I had a dump valve get stuck open which kept me from filling my air bladder for trim and I sunk. So I began to sink rapidly.

As a backup I filled some air into my dry suit. It worked but it was clumsy.

I struggled through the 40 minute dive just fine but it definitely was a learning dive.

Preparation Time





Lots of good games and I like the time slots. Monday Night Football is a pain in the ass but it is electric. Also the 4 PM game late in the season is always a winner.

The San Francisco game could be in my sights. Then I could go over and visit with The Bondos.

Okay, I am thinking grilled BBQ chicken for Seattle, definitely Flank Steak for St Louis, I need to think about the Giants. Derm Dogs in the preseason.

My Mellow Has Been Harshed

It has been a rather stressful week for me. Tax week always leaves me mentally exhausted not only for my own taxes, but the stress of providing tax information on the fly for others trying to meet the deadline. 

This coming off Masters weekend which is physically exhausting, and the end of NBA season adds a bit of "I don't give a shit" to the whole mix.

Currently outside we have about 1/3 inch of packed powder pollen with dangling canker worms that will bite, the little bastards.  

And so, a very long weekend was planned for some R and R with the Mrs. and the kids via the travel trailer and Jekyll Island.

About an hour out under full load with the trailer in tow that I knew something was bad wrong with the truck. It turns out that after 299,295 miles of faithful service, the old transmission gave up the ghost.

Ouch! That is in the upper $3000's and close to $4,000 for a new one.  Damn that is real money.

Fortunately we managed to bring the rig back into port with a very bad "cooked" tranny.

Today, the Jeep gets a needed spring cleaning cause I need something to drive.  

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When We First Moved Out Here





That's me and Gigi trying to figure out how to rid ourselves of a few zombie children we found on the property. We kept the dog.

Good Times

Looking like good times ahead.




I love grilling. I am even taking a griddle that fits on my grill. I have my pool, backup electricity, little red wagon, cooler, and chairs.

Good times are surely to follow.

If you guess where I am going you will win a virtual hot dog.

The Other Side of my Hand





Not as wrinkled as the back of my hand but strong ridges just the same. My wedding band has years of wear.

I like my hand.

Oh....that is grass from Augusta National. Hahahaha.

Hot Chicks

The spring chicks are in!


Two sleeping their life away.


A nice group shot. 12 Rhode Island Reds just 2 days old.


Carly and Ludwig watching over the flock.

Eggs from this batch will be coming about Labor day.

Food and Logistics

Payday, Snickers, Moon Pies, M&Ms, peanuts, potato chips, cheese crackers with peanut butter, egg salad sandwich, pimento cheese sandwich, BBQ sandwich, roast chicken sandwich, chicken wrap sandwich, fruits, ice tea, cola, diet cola, beer, lite beer, imported beer. That is the menu.

Beer is $3. A Sandwich is $1.50. Food and beverage are cheap and good.

The Bathrooms.

This is an art. Guys are full of beer with full bladders and are coming in hot like a shot up plane comes into an aircraft carrier. We need relief and we need it fast.

One steps into a line that is maybe 120 feet long. Suddenly you realize it moves quickly. Before you know it you are entering a state of the art male bathroom facility.

Two rows of opposing facilities are presented with pee traffic control agents on both lanes. They star barking vacancies and directing "patrons" to vacant slots. Cleaning staff stands all around so the room is clean and spotless.

The place smells good and one gets immediate relief.

On the way out one holds their hands under a sanitizer sprayer and one is back in business.

The NFL could learn from this.

Location:The Masters

Final thoughts on The Masters

I get my tickets every 4 to 5 years from a client who has had the rights since 1962. I never know if I will go again because she is old and may die before the next Masters.




Masters tickets are not at all expensive, just difficult to obtain. These tickets are $250 for 4 days or about $62 a day....peanuts for a world sporting event.



On Saturday, the night before, we stay in a hotel and watch the last few hours at the bar surrounded by people who have traveled from all over the world to see this event.



On the way out, I steal a few blades of grass from the active playing field on number 9. Real Augusta National grass. So fine.




Finally, this is us in the gallery watching the event. Again, cameras are not allowed so I drew this, but it looks real.