Another batch of kitten from South Africa.
Posted on 02/03/2015 6:27:08 AM PST by MasterMason
I just re-joined FR and I would like to post to my local NC state board but I am not able to. How do I get the ability to do that?
We grew up across the street from the race track in my home town, so going to the races and handling horses on a daily basis in spring and summer was what we did.
We sometimes would crawl out the bedroom window onto the roof of the bay window downstairs and watch the horses as they came around the far turn, but it wasn’t nearly as much fun as sneaking though the open culvert under the fence in back of the stalls and showing up track-side a few minutes later.
The house has been gone for over 40 years, and the race track in now a sports park, but the memories are still vivid.
How interesting! I can see why you like racing of all kinds!
On Memorial Day (Decoration Day, then and always on May 30) they had a demolition derby. They would prepare the track for the cars and as soon as the races were over, they would go back and restore the track so the horses could train for the Big Race on Labor Day, or “Onion Days,” as the weekend was called.
Obviously, onions were grown in the area at one time, but when I was growing up it was all sugar beets and alfalfa. Some farms raised corn and peas, and there was a cannery in the neighboring town that was run by Del Monte. It ran full tilt in the summer.
There was also a hugh parade and a rodeo, but there were smaller rodeos in neighboring towns throughout the summer so there was always something to do.
If we got bored we would literally head for the hills and scramble around in the scrub oak and cactus.
Nowadays when kids scramble around in the scrub oak and cactus, or even go to the playgroup with their brothers, someone’s likely to call the cops.
The town had a population of 4,000 for 40 years. It only began to grow after I left home.
Now I’m lost when I go there.
We were talking about Myrtle Beach about how much beach towns have changed since the 1970s.
And it’s called progress.
You have to call it something!
I don’t see that various coastal locations are either better or worse than previously ... just different.
Since the valley I grew up in was pretty spectacular to begin with, I can’t see that the changes enhanced that. Now the homes are even going up the canyon, so that road is now heavily traveled. It’s one of the reasons there is a sports park where the race track was.
The orchards are almost completely gone, too, so the wildlife is pushed back farther and farther. Downtown is still the same, though the store fronts have different names, but I don’t recognize anything any more.
I know how to get to my friend’s house, and to get out of town by several roads, but nothing else is the same.
That's a good point, but usually the only thing spectacular about a coastal resort is the ocean, which is still there.
I did all this research for a thread that was pulled so I am posting it here.
So could we say there are Literally billions and billions of pixels?
Assuming
1080p (also known as Full HD or FHD and BT.709) is a set of HDTV high-definition video modes characterized by 1080 horizontal lines of vertical resolution[1] and progressive scan, as opposed to interlaced, as is the case with the 1080i display standard. The term usually assumes a widescreen aspect ratio of 16:9, implying a resolution of 1920x1080 (2.1 megapixel) often marketed as Full HD.
I was on there, too. And yes, I think pixels are right up there with government spending in the Incredibly Big Numbers realm.
I dunno whether it was a reorientation or a disorientation, but it sure didn’t get me any closer to the Orient.
The dynamics have changed a bunch for us & the kids, but we’ve a big handful keeping grandpa in line. WAY too much to explain in any detail, here. Suffice to say, if the current impasse over how much personal freedom he’s to have cannot be resolved, he will transition to a public probate conservator, which will mean NO checking accounts, NO credit cards, NO email, NO dating websites, NO internet chat, and NO APPEAL of the situation. Ever. AND, if he doesn’t chill under the imposition of that regime, he’ll be moved to a locked-down facility to keep him in check.
Right now he’s living in a comparative paradise of personal freedom and liberty, and pissing it all away.
Dementia is a rough road.
Another batch of kitten from South Africa.
It sounds like your stresses are incrementally worse over time. I’m sorry to hear that, but perhaps the solution would be to go with all the “NOs” and see that someone else has responsibility for him. It may be kinder for everyone involved.
Dementia and Alzheimer’s are hard for families to understand and deal with. I’ve seen this in action and I know how difficult it is to deal with a parent who is physically OK but mentally is a stranger.
I will pray that you will have peace of mind and insight about his future.
I like the one at the top, with the nose streak and the little goatee! SQUEE!
Morning! :)
I didn’t miss the moving truck, did I? I hate it when I have to cart my own boxes.
My mom has dementia. If it weren’t for the trained caregivers I don’t know how we would deal. The one upside is that she is taking her lack of memory pretty well. Even when it first started she did not get angry about not being able to remember something.
I once asked a guy with Alzheimer’s, (in one of his clear moments) the following question: JR, when you are trying to remember something, and you can’t, does it make you REAL MAD??
Then J.R. responded: No, it does not make me mad; I know how old people are!
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