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Me too. I lost my Granddad about 20 years ago and I remember it being a pretty melancholy experience. I knew it was time but that doesn't stop it being sad.Quote:
Sorry for your loss dday
I don't think that's controversial. Even if I support his activism, I don't think it gets his sporting performance a get of jail free card. If he's not delivering, he's not delivering.Quote:
I know this is going to sound controversial because of who it is, but look at Colin Kaepernick
I don't think those two comparisons are apt. Kaepernick was a dynamic runner, but generally didn't see the field all that well. Take away his first read and he'd run. He wasn't a very complete quarterback in that regard.Quote:
Originally Posted by dday9
Tebow wasn't even that. He happened to play just well enough on a team that had a strong defense. He was never an accurate, reliable, threat with the ball in his hands. Basically, he lacked the tools to be an NFL level quarterback.
RGIII is a better comparison, but after he got injured and couldn't run the way he was at first, I don't think he had the arm. He didn't stick around long enough for me to ever hear what his issue was. Kaepernick saw only his first read, Tebow...well, it was a coin flip whether he could hit ANY read, let alone his first, but with RGIII his game was the run and I never heard anything about his arm.
That's always the question, when shopping for a used Carr.Quote:
Originally Posted by NeedSomeAnswers
I never knew one of my grandfathers. Sounds like he was a right...uh...problem, for my grandmother, but then created a whole new life for himself, including what sounds like a whole different personality. He sounded violent and dangerous when he was with my grandmother, then, once he started a second family, they see him totally different. Kind of weird, really, but he was long gone before I was born.
For my other grandfather, since he'd had dementia for several years prior to his death, I felt that the actual death was something of a formality. The loss was years earlier, and slow in the making.
This will sound cliche, but now that I am in my thirties, I am starting to contemplate the concept of mortality more.
I am still young and have God willing have many more years ahead of me but at the same time I felt like I was a teenager just yesterday. But the reality of it is that I have two children who are closer in age to being teenagers than I am.
It is a unique thought experiment that I never seriously dwelled on before.
I think that, along with the number of family members I have had pass away recently just has me thinking.
Yeah, when I look in the mirror, I wonder when my beard turned gray.
I have no living grandparents, and only one living parent, remaining. It does make one think.
I'm thinking of retiring...and hiking more.
I am personally looking into options that make it so that I do not have to trade time for money like working as a W-2 so that I can do more that I want leisurely. Things like SaaS offerings and commercial real estate are what I’m currently looking at.
I'd be fine with working all winter, so long as the project is of interest, but I want to play all summer. That might work out.
In the words of Slaughter you could "work all night sleep all day"
Same thing, up here. The winter nights are long, the summer days are longer.
Spring is possibly going to be arriving by next week. It's currently cold, but that's going to change. By the end of the month, I might be turning the heat off.
As an old fart, my health insurance company has a nurse call every month to check up, prod me to get to the doctor, hound me about lifestyle issues, etc. Or maybe just to see whether I'm gone and they no longer should pay out for bills that come in to them.
How annoying though, this time their calls are going straight to voicemail without ever ringing.
Cell phones are so annoying. I can call my cell phone from my home phone just fine. Checked all of the wacky settings that silence incoming calls, forward them to voicemail, etc. Found I had 3 blocked numbers, probably spammers, so I unblocked those.
I got the nurse's voicemail again and gave her my home phone number. I hope when she gets around to calling back I can convince her to try a test call to my cell phone now.
I even tried a "ring my phone" web site, and that went through (so it isn't blocking calls from numbers not in my Contacts) and now that'll probably get my number sold to more phone spammers. Grr.
Funny stuff they do, but it might help explain the costs of health insurance.
Last month there was a mass shooting not far away and two days later the health insurance nurse called me to ask if I was coping with it, needed counseling, etc.
Not complaining at all, but it felt sort of over-the-top at the time.
That puts me in mind of that government delegation that went around to give an elderly Japanese man an award for becoming the oldest living Japanese citizen. They found his mummified remains. Turns out, he had died many years before and nobody had known.
There has always been a possibility that my body would go undiscovered for a long time. That was brought home when I was struck in the head by a falling rock on a route where people only had a rough idea where I was going. Heck, I only had a rough idea, too. I was generally following a line I roughly laid out on a map across some significant wilderness area. Not likely anybody would have found me for a very long time had that rock hit slightly differently.
A couple days later, on the same hike, I found out what a rock glacier is. By the time I realized how incredibly dangerous that place was, it was way too late to turn back. That was one where I could have vanished without a trace, beneath a boulder the size of a small house.
Yeah, his family never reported his death so they could continue to collect his pension! :lol:Quote:
Originally Posted by Shaggy Hiker
My paternal grandfather had a stroke and dropped dead on his favorite golf course. At least he died doing what he loved. But it certainly killed the mood for those playing behind him.
I currently have three dealers competing with each other to give me the best OTD price on a new motorcycle. One of them only has a '22 model in stock, yet they won't budge below what the high-volume dealer in the next county south is asking for a '23 model. Hoping to pull the trigger by Friday.
Still too cold to actually ride here, yet. So it will be coming home in the back of my van.