Not only health problems, but the worst condition suffered by the male
human animal, Machismo! How many guys grab that old snow shovel and
stride...or hobble...out to do battle with Winter, only to feel that
tightness in the chest, and the shortness of breath that is the fore
warning of the coming end. My grandpa Ludwig was an exception. At 90
years of age he was still clambering up trees to do pruning jobs.
That winter, in Spokane he shoveled his long driveway of three feet of
snow...and lived to be 97. But some of his much younger friends tried
the same task, only to be in the ground before Spring.
When I was young and fearless, I boldly took on the worst that Winter
had to offer. But at 81, my system is to leave the snow alone. It
got there by itself, and it can go away by itself.
Carl Jarvis
On 1/2/17, Frank Ventura <frank.ventura@xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Really sucks when you have to shovel it with health problems.
-----Original Message-----
From: blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
[mailto:blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Miriam Vieni
Sent: Monday, January 02, 2017 17:02
To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: pesky computer Gods stole my email
Yes, views of deep drifts of snow with icles hanging from trees are lovely,
or were, when I could see them better. But only if I was inside, looking out
at them through a window. As far as I'm concerned, snow is only enjoyable,
visually. Going outside into a cold wet mass of it is not fun, although it
was when I was eight.
Miriam
-----Original Message-----
From: blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
[mailto:blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Carl Jarvis
Sent: Monday, January 02, 2017 10:50 AM
To: blind-democracy@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
Subject: [blind-democracy] Re: pesky computer Gods stole my email
So here it is, Monday morning, January 2, 2017, and the house cooled off to
about 56 degrees during the night. The snow did not disappear as I'd
instructed it to do, and the current temperature is 31 degrees, with a brisk
and very cold wind blowing. As the sky begins to turn a lighter shade of
gray, Cathy and her sister gaze out and "ooh" and "Ah" over the winter
wonderland spread before their wondering eyes.
Denied this advantage, I must step outside onto the deck in order to
"enjoy"
the four inches of frozen stuff that has blown right up to the sliding
doors. And of course I then get chastised for "tracking snow onto the
carpet". Tough! I'll look at the snow in my own way, and you look at it in
yours.
The office is finally up to about 67 degrees and seated in my cozy "Bosses"
chair, I'm happily sipping a huge mug of coffee and thanking my lucky stars
that we have no clients today or tomorrow. Tom, the Farrier was due to trim
the horses feet tomorrow, but we called and cancelled. Old Tom is pushing
70, and each time he bends over to lift a horse leg, I wonder if he will be
able to raise back up. Arthritis is the curse that slows us down and allows
old age to catch up to us.
My 3 mile walks in Paradise are a dimming memory. My creaky legs will only
carry me to the mailbox and back. Of course that is a half mile round trip,
so I'm not complaining.
All in all, it is good to be alive in 2017.
Carl Jarvis
On 1/2/17, Miriam Vieni <miriamvieni@xxxxxxxxxxxxx> wrote:
Snow, house cooling down? I'd never survive. I'm cold wen my apartmentflowering shrubs.
is warm! I think I stopped enjoying snow when I was eight. Give me
West Los Angeles any day or at least the way it used to be in 1990
when I first was visiting Art there. 70 degrees during the day with
Miriam
-----Original Message-----
From: blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
[mailto:blind-democracy-bounce@xxxxxxxxxxxxx] On Behalf Of Carl Jarvis
Sent: Monday, January 02, 2017 1:51 AM
To: blind-democracy
Subject: [blind-democracy] pesky computer Gods stole my email
So I entered a subject and dropped down to type a message, but my Jaws
said, "Your message has been sent". It does this from time to time.
To my way of thinking, it is one small indication that Humans are
being taken over by a Force from within the Universe. This Force is
intelligent beyond our wildest imagination, and it is around us and
within us, and has been moving around in Space since the beginning of
Time...whatever that means.
Anyway, January First is winding down and the snow is now around five
or six inches deep. And a very stiff, cold wind is whipping around
the eves, moaning just a bit. The toasty fire has died down to
glowing coals, and I have turned down the furnace. The house is
cooling down and my bed with its snug warm electric blanket is calling
me.
I suspect that what was so important to do today, will still be
waiting tomorrow.
Good night All.
Carl Jarvis
