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Sounds like a winner. Enjoy!
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This weekend will be a fun one here. Friday through Sunday our town will be hosting "Civil War Days" featuring talks, exhibits and battle re-enactments. Loud and exciting. Demonstrations of civil war battlefield medical care will be held to show how troops wounded in the field would be cared for. Kind of the 1860's version of the TV series MASH. Should be fun and educational.
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Sounds like something I'l like to be at. Post pics!
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We'll try to do that. :thumbs:
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Another Cleveland kid bites the dust. :tear:
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May he RIP. He was a terrific comedic actor!
He will be missed. |
Crap. Not unexpected, but still...crap.
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Mowed our law yesterday and somehow, starting the mower, I've pulled something in my right shoulder. Hurts if I try to raise the arm. Hopefully that'll ease off today and things will return to normal. :(
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Oh, crap. I wish I could say I didn't know what that feels like.
Take care of yourself, dude. |
Thanks. Still a bit painful, but seems to be easing off. Hope that trend continues. :wish:
On the bright side, went to the eye doctor and got good news. My Type 2 diabetes has not apparently affected the eyes and my vision has not been affected. :thumbs: |
Excellent news!
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Thanks. Now if only we can get all our Pixies healthy and fit. Guess we'll just keep hoping/praying. :)
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I'm here in the Inner Harbor in Baltimore, starting day 3 (of 4) of Balticon. Been mostly a successful convention so far.
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Glad to hear it ^^^^! Nice when so much effort goes into conventions like this to see them come off successfully. Hope it continues good and finishes a rousing success.
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Memorial Day
A day set aside to remember all our nation's fallen … those that have given
their all to protect our country and the liberties we enjoy. The spirit of the day has maybe never been captured better than in this poem. "In Flanders Fields" by John McCrae A dedicated physician and teacher, John McCrae was also a celebrated poet. He wrote In Flanders Fields, his most famous poem, after seeing the graves of fallen WWI soldiers covered in blooming poppies. In Flanders fields the poppies blow Between the crosses, row on row, That mark our place, and in the sky, The larks, still bravely singing, fly, Scarce heard amid the guns below. We are the dead; short days ago We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow, Loved and were loved, and now we lie In Flanders fields. Take up our quarrel with the foe! To you from failing hands we throw The torch; be yours to hold it high! If ye break faith with us who die We shall not sleep, though poppies grow In Flanders fields. |
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