My new ice cream scoop looks like a switchblade.
I don’t think I had a beer in over a month. I really needed that.
Thank goodness for Shipt.com.
The holidays are on my mind today. Been Christmas shopping online, or trying to. Christmas shopping is tough. I did find a couple things on Shipt.com that I’d like to get my great nephew. I’m also looking at stuff on Amazon and Walmart.
Here’s a nice article in the County Press. I met Dan when we were in high school and I remember when he started moving toward a career in law enforcement.
I’m always amazed that people can see who is in the other car. I can’t see anything through the windows of vehicles. Not too long ago, a cousin posted on Facebook about a car wreck he was almost in, and that the person in the car that pulled out in front of him was an old lady.
That reminded me of all the times I’m riding in someone’s car and they’ll say “That girl is driving over the center line.” as they veer to the shoulder of the road to avoid a head-on collision. Or “That guy just pulled out in front of me.” Or “I hate how old people drive.” Or “Oh, look! See the dog in the passenger seat?” Or “Ew, that old man just winked at me!” which a girlfriend said once when we were driving down the road. And a number of other things.
Often when someone says something of the sort while in a car, I’m thinking, “You can see them?” I guess it’s strange to me, the powerful vision that most people seem to have. Maybe I don’t quite understand how well people who are not visually impaired can actually see.
From my office window, I have a view of the lake and the land on the other side of the lake. I can see a few buildings on the far side of the lake. I think they’re ordinary houses, but I’m not positive because there is a golf course on the other side of the lake. I don’t know if these buildings are part of the golf course or not.
I’d say that the distance from my office window to the other side of the lake is about three or four hundred yards, maybe five hundred. Just my guess. If there were not a bunch of trees on the other side of the lake, I might be able to see the golf course.
I can see the buildings because they are white, or light colored. If they were not light colored, I would not be able to see them.
What I wonder is, would a person who is not visually impaired be able to see whether the buildings on the other side of the lake are ordinary houses or not and if someone was out mowing their lawn? If there weren’t trees between those structures and the golf course, would a person who is not visually impaired be able to watch a golf tournament from my office window three, four or five hundred yards away?
Once I posted an ASL video and some asshole told me to learn to read lips. I asked him why, and he said, “It’s easier.”
I bought the black guitar and the bass used. The black guitar was a Cort, and I guess a copy of a stratocaster. It was originally red, with white lines zig-zagging all over it, like some of Eddie Van Halen’s guitars. But I didn’t like that look, so I had it painted. The bass was a copy of a Fender bass. The sunburst brown Stratocaster, though, was a real Fender Stratocaster and I bought it brand new.
Eventually I sold all of these guitars and the amp. To this day, I regret selling the strat. That was my favorite guitar and I should’ve treasured it.
Fisher Body, taken from in front of Grandma and Grandpa Piehl’s house in Pontiac, mid-90’s. I think the factory was abandoned at the time of the pictures, but I remember times when I visited Grandma and Grandpa and that lot was full of cars.
Okay, I’ll play Throwback Thursday this week. Here’s my first car. 1977 Plymouth Fury, if I remember correctly. It ran for five minutes, broke down and never started again.
I just got home from the Suncrest nursing home, where I saw my aunt Barb for possibly the last time. She has a stage 4 kidney disease and decided to not do dialysis. It was a small family gathering, with pizza.
I keep thinking about a time when me, my brother Fred and our cousin Jimmy were walking around town during Lapeer Days. We stopped by Aunt Barb’s house for while and she let us watch Mtv. I remember that one of the videos was Guns n’ Roses’ November Rain, which Barb seemed to like as much as us. That would have been in the early 90’s.
Aunt Barb never talked to me like I was “special”. She talked to me with the same respect and manner that she talked to anyone else, and I really appreciate that. In Barb’s presence, I felt like an equally intelligent person.
I always loved Aunt Barb. She is an important person in my life.