Growing older, is not the same, as been mature.

As we have aged or moved along with life, certain things begin to occur that also occurred to our parents. Being, young, we never noticed it, but as we take their place, guess what, I now notice.


My favorite is; what I did all night, takes all night to do.

I, have some aches and pains, more persistent than before.

I, find I feel young, but my body disagrees.

I, find I look young and people ask, hum…..just how old are you?.

I, don’t like certain foods any more or there smells.

I, not as able to stay awake with dreary company, Mr. Sand Man just sneaks up and poof, I be dozing.

I, find, when that same company doesn’t take a hint, I, leave, as in, “Oh, I hear my mom calling me”

I, speak my mind. Nothing intellectual, but they get the point. Yep, I see your position.!!

I, tell the kids the truth. !! It hurts me, more than it will hurt you. Somebody has to do it.

But, I can tell them how I lived as a kid, they won’t believe me. Walking to be schooled. Etc.

I, seem to get less pissed off for some reason. I, guess there is less to listen too or I have learned a lesson?.

I, find my buddies don’t drink like they used too, they drink tea or coffee???

I,find, I need to find some younger buddies that can ride a bike and party down.!!!!

I, find my buddies also have quit smoking.?? Even, the Woodford tobacco aka “arthritis medicine”.

I, find that my buddies look like old men, I wonder if I do when they see me.

I, find certain in-laws have a negative on my sense of HA HA. (and probably always did). And,if they don't like me now,guess what,they never did. And I hope your beer is piss warm too!!. No use calling them down unless a curse of misery is wished on them!!!.,an old custom from NOrleans.

I, find that the words of my parents filter into my conversations. (lots of truth).

I, find that going to the beer store is still an enjoyment, but somebody carries out the boxes.

I, find going to Liquor store.., is ok, and they ask, do you want carry out??.(cavemen hockey game).

I, find people will go door to door, with their kids selling stuff, but wait out in the street.???. Are you with your child or not, introduce your self, as I am liable to say no to a kid.!! I don’t want to do that??.!!!

I, find you support kids now, you will help them later to be their own inspirers and of other people.

I, find that at times my serenity is not as resolute as it should be. Gotta work on that.

I, find that the Doctor is a good person to listen too or else she will give a bunch of tests.!!!!!!!!!

I, find that the Doctor is the only person that listens about my cancer recovery.!!

I, find I enjoy going to the camper more often…………by myself. Kids, come on the weekends.

I, find that drinking a beer is more enjoyable with a another person,…..and some snacks.!!

I, find that I enjoy watching the BBQ shows on YouTube ,……well, don’t you???

I, find I am glad I can wake up at 6:00 in the morning and the cat and a kid is in bed with us.

I, find that waking up during the night to see why a kid is crying is a good thing.

I, find that I am glad about all lot of things, especially, that I can write this to share.

I,find I don't want to buy the matching hearing aids just yet,being a little deaf is a blessing.

If, you got this far, thank you, very much, I, assume, you have just as many or more to share.








The stairway to Heaven is at the end of the Rainbow??.



"Let the Games Begin" 5 (Five) remotes for 4 different functions



5 ??, I was writing about 5??



 

No story, you can guess what we are talking about??.

Well, I can make one up??

5 (Five) remotes for 4 different functions ?

where 1 (one) will control all of them.?





As simple as the cavemen are, we are blessed of been technically savvy about our stuff.

Up to a point.!!

We could sit down and have a beer and read the manual and decide which remote would suit the purpose. As strange as it sounds we are the same caveman that would not ask for directions.

so,if you were a lazy caveman,then this would be possible.Besides, 5 remotes is something to brag about, not unless the kids can figure it out, then is it really a mystery??.

Nope,its kids stuff.

p.s.#1: we got it down to, two (2) remotes now, no help from the kids so far.!!!!!!, its better.??

We, Got a Kitten?

Dear Joe, again:

I, don’t really want another pet right now, because as you know,we have 3 grandkids, that my wife and I are raising, so another pet??. Its cute and all that neat kind of stuff, but as you know these critters grow up and sometimes cute can only go so far. They call it “Oreo” , I call O.C. (Oreo cookie or O. Gee, a cat,is more like it).

* you will notice that, I use, I ,a lot, eh??.

I know what you are thinking,” what a grumpy old fart” ,the poor kids and the wife and never mind what the cat is going to have to put with. Well, its not like that at all. The more you say no,the more its going to happen,in the opposite effect aka, no cat means yes, I would love a cat. as an example.

I love my kids and I am growing fonder of the kitten by the minute, because it seems to use me as a scratching post and play thing. But, in the middle of the night, I was thinking more about sleeping, than been attacked and pawed and nibbled at. This gal is hyper.

I am the lesser primary care giver here, aka, duh, chief pooper scooper, litter re-trainer, no clawing,scratching coach,fresh water and food organizer, but beyond that for now. ??? who knows.

Maybe we will bond and become real pals, drink beers together, watch games on the TV, play cat and mouse games,?? ,well we could. Anyway, it’s going to be a long time for this to happen, so stay tuned, I will be writing more and showing off the new “grand cat”. They grow so fast.

The Lord works in mysterious ways folks and there is a reason this puss-nick is in our lives and this isn't the first this has happened.

Do I hear an Amen out there,?? anybody,you can say it under your breath. Thank you.!!

Catch you later,

cave duh "cat" man.





Oreo aka O.C.



Update on the Cavemen!!.

Dear Joe;

Just a quick update to let you know the Cavemen are all well and feeling much better. As you know, “duh Leafs” had decided to go out early and start to work at greener pastures such as the garden centers and golf greens to pay back the ticket purchases we spent on their dismal performance this year.

We decided at our “playoff” meeting to let the men wear whatever jersey they wanted and cheer for what ever team as long as we agreed to watch the same game. Its like a city hall meeting; motions suggested, finger motions on disagreements and a general discord on the whole meeting.

Should a dead lock occur: a innocent bystander would break the tie, more on this later.

The cave is slowly returning to its old routines, cleanup, purchase more snacks and certain beverages and on the weekends we allow a strong mixture of “juice” since most of us have the time off.

The wife keeps asking what the noise is about and the neighbors still go to bed early and we are thinking of putting up a flashing neon to announce “game time”, so all doubt is removed about what is going on.

We thought of holding a short meeting to agree on what game to watch. In order to make up our minds, the TV is on the “Tree house Channel” so the intent is, to make up our minds in a hurry or else you watch “the Wiggles” or something.

Don’t you just love democracy in action, even at the “cave level mentality”, you just can’t escape politics in your life any where. I wonder if you can make money been a political person??. That will require a factious study to find that out.?? (is that a word) ??

So, we have a new mascot in the house now, a kitten. She looks a “Tampa Bay Panther” well black and white anyway. One of the kids had a birthday and guess what he wanted, “a pet”. Picture enclosed.

The neighbors were offering all of their pets to us,…….hum, mighty nice of them. But, in the end a kitten was chosen. I think the tank full of exotic fish was a sure winner, at least you have a different snack each day, as in the movie” A Fish called Wanda”.

So, it will be interesting to see who ends up in the final, finals and then we can wager our monies to see who gets what. The winner if he wishes can buy a “jug” and then celebrate the winner, (of the jug) as the game and purpose of it will be forgotten. We are such simple stones, as the cavemen.

How we manage to keep the world on its feet, is feat in its self, never mind trying to balance all the changes that occur. Well, lets hope our kids will be able to make sense of it, we want to keep our shit simple. Amen

p.s. we sure hope that Ottawa stays in it. !!!!!
p.s. with the Senators gone......hum,a meeting to be called ,maybe during another game??.

See you later Joe,

Duh caveman.



"Oreo" aka O.C. (oreo cookie)



Dear Joe;

Dear Joe;


How are you to-day. Sorry, I am have been busy or I thought I was or I slipped into another dimension and just come back. Well, the misses is bent on doing something to the bathroom, again this time its going to happen.

This all started when the neighbor across the street decided to do some work on hers and then it went from just this, to just that and maybe this and that over there. You know what the man ended replacing everything in that bathroom.

She was so pissing happy with the job that she decided to put the house for sale and wants to move. “wtf”, I sure hope the misses is not going down the same path because I ain’t moving.

It turns out that they were planning to sell anyway and the bathroom was the last thing to be done and then they would move. Shit, I will do the bathroom as long as there is a understanding,” we ain’t moving”.

You know those little boys just love playing in the bathroom and if I can only keep the little guy from swimming in the toilet I would be happy. For some reason he thinks it’s a perfect dive tank and he does his best to swim under water.

You know what goes on in the toilet and this guy is happy as hell playing there and it ain’t a wonder he hasn’t caught “stuff” from this tank. I clean this toilet everyday and I sure wouldn’t want to swim in there.

But the cat thinks its her private watering hole and they lap the water from. Well, its sure is cold water but I am sure it’s the salt that they are after. Geezer, I just some shivers thinking about those dumb critters drinking from there.

I use just vinegar to clean so nobody should get ill from it, so I guess I better just keep the door closed and monitor the situation.

We looked around at several stores and the store downtown has the best selection and will even custom fit the vanity exactly, to what we need for just a few dollars more than the box store. The box store says, ”this is all we carry” you can make it fit, can’t you??.

It going to fun, maybe but I will working on this and I have only 5 days from start to finish, because its only bathroom with a toilet, tub and shower. I, love working under pressure, it makes you feel alive, don’t it. Yes, it time for another pill, I am starting to enjoy myself.


Write to you later, Joe and good luck with your tax return and no I don’t have any extra to give.!!. The kids are having a fund raiser, tell you all about it later.

They tell the truth when they write!!.

I want to rant about duh guy with the leaf blower.

Adventures in the Hood

To-day, I want to rant about duh guy with the leaf blower. As I have mentioned before we moved next door to a apartment building which has a mixture of young and mature tenants.

This building has had its share of owners of the years and when they change so do the people that care for the grounds outside. Friends of friends or relatives or even the owners themselves work at the building. Its all good for the appearances of the building.

Well, this guy whom I haven’t seen before, but I am sure I will find out more later about this guy. Each spring there is debris from the trees and leafs and dirt and generally some schmuck. And it has to be cleaned away and removed.

This year a leaf blower is been used as well as raking and bagging the stuff. So, the man starts to blowing the leaves around and they are all going into my yard near the fence. I have raked all the old leaves away all ready and I had a clean yard.

Along with the leaves he moving stones and quarter sized peddles into my yard as well. ”wtf”, I mutter, to myself is this meathead DOING?. He Is A Happy Little Shit Just Doing His Stuff And Near By Are My Boys Playing. “Time Out”.!!!!

Stop, I gesture, just like in the hockey game with the middle finger in the air, I think that’s the one we use. It is performed by showing the back of a closed fist that has only the middle finger extended upwards,either hand or both, if you are totally pissed. A Game Face is helpful.

He does and I ask what should I do with “his leafs” in my yard. Oh, I will blow them and rake them up and take them away, he says.

No, pal, just rake, no more blower, please or else, you will have a new “propulsion system” in /up your butt. All is well ??. Until the next time, when he cuts the grass and needs to blow the clippings somewhere, can you guess where??.........hum, is this a trick question.? !!

* Duh Rant: We know these days that each and every purchase we make requires some thought, but a leaf blower purchase merits real study of both your needs and of the models that exist on the market. Knowing where to blow the said “leafs” is also a essential lesson in management.

Each category of blower possesses characteristics ranging from power sources and performance, ease of use and accessories, weight and price. Buying the wrong machine can be frustrating… and having a stupid operator is dam annoying…… so don’t get blown away!

Been a meat head is not a requirement, but it helps to know what the hell you are doing. These dim-witted foo-cares should get a permit to operate the machines. Just because the lights are on, don’t mean there is somebody home. I think the hardware store should do a appraisal of certain customers before selling this kind of stuff. And refuse to sell to them, if they fail.!!!!!!!, let Wal-Mart and Canadian Tire do that.

Of, course you say that’s discrimination, .no folks, we are life-saving. First, you save the operator’s life 2nd, you save other peoples life in the hood and 3rd lee, you save a lot of naive bystanders that don’t know this person is a bozo and willingly stand in harms way to observe the said person operate a machine.

And the most important thing is, the shop that sold this equipment has a reputation to uphold and should not be held responsible for stupid people doing stupid stuff, luckily they are aware of this and will instruct you on proper care and control. You, won’t find this type of service at the box stores .Amen.

When you shop, shop Old School, with a reputable, sincere dealers, hard to find, but they are out there .

Ask for them by name and ask your neighbors. “Help, Stomp Out, Stupidly, help, Duh Guy.”

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