Condolences to KubotaDave and NiecerC, Justin and k. on the imminent passing of their grandmother and great-grandmother. I'm sure this is a difficult time, especially for Niece, since I know you were very close to her. And I was shocked to hear about the death of Steve. I remember him from your wedding and from various other visits and meetings. That the cause was heart attack (or something similar) makes me feel a little old. My thoughts will be with you as you try to get through this long, difficult weekend.
The Grm Rpr made a stop here last Saturday. Well, actually, we called and invited him (or her) to visit good old Swee'Tea. She had become almost completely blind, almost skeletal despite double rations, and finally was increasingly unable to walk due to paralysis in her hind legs. Her last meal consisted of all the raw meat she could eat. Which was a lot. But she was served to the point of refusal. The following morning, T-Flo, Miss Blss and I loaded her into the back seat of the truck to drive her to the vet one final time. As we're turning into the parking lot, Swee'Teas parting shot was a silent cloud of the vilest weapons grade methane ever to issue from man or beast. We all had real tears in our eyes and couldn't keep from laughing at the aptness of that gesture. We will miss her plaintive bark, her late night foot drumming, and her sweetness.
The second annual w00t [what, 0nly 0rthopedic trauma] Ride was ridden, solo, on October the 20th. A good time was had by all. Last Sunday's ride wasn't quite so uneventful. Some crazed, white-knuckled, Alzheimer's-looking, trailer-pulling, sedan-driving, left-turning-into-the-left-lane-of-a-traffic-island, looking-me-right-in-the-eye-as-he's-accelerating-toward-me-while-driving-the-wrong-way-down-a one-way, running-me-and-the-car-behind-me-clear-off-the-road, should-have-his-McCain-voting-mouth-breathing-geriatric-license-to-drive-revoked Gentleman damn near hit me.
Not as scary as a couple of weeks ago. I'm riding up one of the steepest hills hills around, at least a 10% grade, and I hear an SUV coming up behind me lock up his brakes. As a dually pick-up pulling an empty flat bed trailer coming down the hill veers to his right and drops the trailer's right wheels off the road. I didn't know whether to duck or to run. So I ducked. Somehow the 7 or 8 tons of metal hurtling past me hurtled past me, not through me or over me or into me. I stood on the edge of the ditch for a few moments trying not to think about what didn't just happen. It didn't help that I was about 100 meters from where a cyclist was hit (and killed) this spring. Damn bikers should get the hell off the road.
I see that we've gone back to smoke signals to try to herd the cats up or over or down for a weekend of labor and fellowship. A little more notice would be most helpful to those of us 1400 kilometers away. Thanks for trying, BoPeep. But as I send my regrets through this here new-fangled talknology, it looks like it's down to you and your men-folk. Damn.
Looking forward to the high holidays. This group is down with anytime from the 27th to the 30th. My understanding was a repeat of the Yankee Support-Your-Local-Artiste. But that's just me.
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A little more notice?!? Please see the post "Fall is Not Easy", dated October 4. BoPeep only resorted to smoke signals as a last resort,dude!
Condolences to all, re: grm rpr. And good luck to the Butcher-Baker child at the upcoming scholarship competition.
Firstly, I second the condolences. Saying goodbye, to people and pets, is hard. No two ways about it as fer is eyes kin tell. My thoughts are with you all.
Two, OH SNAP! Mumby Mamma is all up in Wango Tango's grill with that, 'I invited you OVER a month ago' retort. True dat. But really, who looks at this stupid e-blabby blog thing anyway? Not even I check it more than twice a day anymore. What I'm trying to say is can't we all just get along? What you should have done, if you were really serious, was send come carrier pigeons out. MUCH more likely to stimulate movement among the herd of lion[tamer]s. Sheesh. When will you ever learn?
Glad you've had such successful rides of late Tango. Almost, as you know better than most, is so much better than did when it comes to car vs. bike battles. Rubber knife to a scud missile fight you might say. So I'm giving you a double w00t shout out brother my brother. Keep givin' 'em hell.
Perhaps the Clan bosses (you know who you are) can weigh in on the family holiday festivity date? Some of us need to start greasing the rails for a timely departure, should it be determined that 12/27 is the appointed day, if your pickin' up what I be layin' down.
BoPeep please. October 4th? October 4th! That was over a month ago. How's a workin' fella s'posed to project that far into the future? Can't be done, I tell ya. Plus it was shot down on the spot by the Momitor. And it's a good thing I didn't rearrange my miserable life only to show up without even the Bears in attendance. None of which is to suggest I don't appreciate and value your valiant and often successful attempts to coagulate the disparate elements of this geographically diverse and suspiciously "busy" when work is mentioned kinship group. Cuz I do.
And RiderX, have you been reading my mail? I had mentioned telegraphs and carrier pigeons in my post but deleted them in the interest of not belaboring the point [and keeping the word count under 7500 or so].
The 27th works for me. As do the 28th and 29th. Maybe even the 30th.
Mr. Mumby's sister's graduation party is Sunday the 28th from 11-3. We don't have to stay the whole time, though. Saturday is better for us, since a Sunday evening party necessitates taking a vacation day on Monday. Not a big deal, though, if y'all have other obligations that make Saturday a problem. Would prefer not to wait until Monday to have the gathering, though, since that would require two days of vacation time, and I'm running low after that Cayman thing.
And I wasn't all up in anybody's grill, either. Just trying to point out the facts of the case, is all! I love you, too.
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