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Freshly Shod…

26 Saturday Jun 2021

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Recently, while sorting through the debris of my life, I came across this book, a reminder of my younger days.

So started a post never completed from July, 2014.  Lord, seven years ago, and I am trying desperately to remember who I was and why I was.

Seven years ago, my oldest had just finished his freshman year at college, living away from home, in a big house with a group of guys, enjoying the summer of knowing that he made it, at least through one year, and that he was on his own.

At the time, the house on Henry, though it never looked this good…

Seven years ago, my youngest was getting ready to ship off to his first year of boarding school.  He was getting an early start, in order to practice with the varsity soccer team.

At the time, gazing into his future…

Seven years ago, I think the chapter in question was this

If I took any of this seriously, forgive me…

Seven years ago, I think the Freshly Shod refers to these

Good ol’ LL…

Seven years ago, I found my inspiration to buy these from this

As I stated earlier, if I took any of this seriously, forgive me…

The Years Go By…

07 Wednesday Apr 2021

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I have a large backlog of drafted posts never posted, so, in the interest of cleaning up my life, here goes the first of many…

And so it goes…
Was it really five years ago?
How our life moves by.
I once read how life is like a river, the same, but ever moving, ever changing
Dreaming
Who was I then?

And

Sure

Where am I now?

Tractor bound I think

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That

Or

Collecting eggs

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Repairing fence line

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Studying up on my bees

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&

Best of all

Spending time with my father

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Yep…

Time Does Have a Way of Going By…

23 Tuesday Feb 2021

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Has it really been that long?

The total number of days between Monday, February 1st, 2016 and Tuesday, February 23rd, 2021 is 1,849 days.

This is equal to 5 years and 22 days.

This does not include the end date, so it’s accurate if you’re measuring your age in days, or the total days between the start and end date. But if you want the duration of an event that includes both the starting date and the ending date, then it would actually be 1,850 days.

If you’re counting workdays or weekends, there are 1,321 weekdays and 528 weekend days.

If you include the end date of Feb 23, 2021 which is a Tuesday, then there would be 1,322 weekdays and 528 weekend days including both the starting Monday and the ending Tuesday.

This is equivalent to 2.662,560 minutes.

You can also convert 1,849 days to 159,753,600 seconds. 

Today is 2/23/2021 and 2/1/2016 is exactly 1849 days before today. 

February, 2016 calendar

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That was then…

February 1st, 2016 was a Monday. It was the 32nd day of the year, and in the 5th week of the year (assuming each week starts on a Monday), or the 1st quarter of the year. There were 29 days in this month. 2016 was a leap year, so there were 366 days in this year.

February, 2021 calendar

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This is now…

February 23rd, 2021 is a Tuesday. It is the 54th day of the year, and in the 8th week of the year (assuming each week starts on a Monday), or the 1st quarter of the year. There are 28 days in this month. 2021 is not a leap year, so there are 365 days in this year.

Over the next few, if doesn’t turn out to be years, I’ll give a small hint as to what kept me busy over all this time, time being relative, time being arbitrary…

Not A One…

01 Monday Feb 2016

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a not started, not finished, bedside read...

a not started, not finished, bedside read…

For quite some years now, I have had a goal of reading sixty books a year, which averages, you know to five books a month.Ā  As you would expect there are years that I read a bit more, a bit less, just right.Ā  However, this year, January will come and go without my having read nary a one.Ā  The flabbergasting thing is that I cannot put my finger on any particular reason why, other than perhaps a general sense of ennui, a word I absolutely love.

 

Spring Done Sprung…

23 Monday Mar 2015

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last sunset...

that last sunset…

Perhaps, I should say, spring sprunged.Ā  My youngest returns back to his boarding school later today, and in Savannah my oldest returns back to the college grind today, which all means that today at Totem Hall we return to life as empty nesters today, not a bad life mind you, but a life nevertheless…

Football

29 Friday Aug 2014

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For me, the high holy season of college football begins this Saturday when my school, my team takes to the field.

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me and uga one…

It is an acquired taste, not for everyone, though very important in my part of the world.

We start young, us southern boys, playing and dreaming as long and as far as our playing and dreaming will take us.

Throw in the generations of family men who played and dreamed before and will play and dream to come.

Mix in the atmosphere, the pageantry, the tastes, smells, drinks, sights and sounds.

Add the excitement, the energy, the contact, controlled violence.

Then you can see why it is in the blood.Ā  Then you can see why it is who we are.

Flat

26 Tuesday Aug 2014

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As in, flat on my back, as in back pain, as in immobile, as in how the heck does this happen when making a bed, for Godā€™s sakeā€¦

view from a bed, flat on my back...

view from a bed, flat on my back…

another view from my bed, flat on my back...

another view from a bed, flat on my back…

a final view from a bed, flat on my back...

a final view from a bed, flat on my back…

Oh well, at least I have an iPhone and a good book, or two, or three.

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Moving On…

12 Tuesday Aug 2014

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Our oldest made his return to college Saturday. This was not our first fond farewell, having over the years sent him off to summer camps, boarding school, and the first year of college, but somehow yesterday was different, he was moving into his own home, well, own home with four other roommates.

folding sheets for the first and last time...

folding sheets for the first and last time…

boxed up and ready to go...

boxed up and ready to go…

The whole process was most entertaining and it brought back a flood of memories.

i'll just stuff this...

i’ll just stuff this in…

it doesn't take me long to pack...

it doesn’t take me long to pack…

To begin with, all our carefully thought out plans fell by the wayside. The big Dodge 2500 is still in the shop. She was going to be the workhorse of the move. So, you say, no problem, I am sure you have a Plan B. Well good old Plan B did not work out either. Since my son’s Pathfinder did not have wiring for the trailer lights, there was no U-Haul for us, not rentable. Surely, we can use one of the open-air trailers here at Totem Hall, right? Ooh, too bad, the Lexus, choice three, with tow package and harness, is no good, faulty wiring.

The end result: ah, stuff it in the back of the Nissan.

packed in the back...

packed in the back…

packed on the side...

packed on the side…

packed on the other side...

packed on the other side…

and packed in the front...

and packed in the front…

He is definitely my son.

How crazy time is, really. We move through it, try our best to hold on to it, swimming upstream, you know.

bye moms, bye poodle...

bye moms, bye poodle…

Was it just the other day that I was making my own moves, possessions stuffed into a trash bag, or two? Or how about renting the first moving truck, enlisting a couple of friends with offers of beer and lunch, forgetting to tie down everything in back.

bye totem hall...

bye totem hall…

Then came children, just the births alone seem long ago, though, in the grandness of time, not too far away, remembered, just not able to be captured again, the first words, the first walk, off to school, off to university.

bye son, fare thee well...

bye son, fare thee well…

Life is such a funny gameā€¦