And that would be another year; a personal year that is as today I turned seventy bloody six.
I’m happy to report that, having religiously followed all and every govern-mental diktat regards wot I should and should not put in my body regards smoke, drink and food, I don’t feel a day over seventy-five and threequarters.
I made that up by the way but I sure don’t feel a day over seventy six. I guess that comes tomorrow.
Anyhoo, must go; many gifts to open. I made that up as well.
Oh, happy Solstice y’all.
Addendumadodad: Without wishing to appear gloomy, I’ve never understood the use of the word ‘happy’ being used regards the end of yet another year of our brief time here thus another year closer to the exit. So our time here gets ever shorter and we should view that fact with happiness? Really? Why not, as the song below, a reminder to enjoy your time because; ‘...always remember the longer you live the sooner you’ll bloody well die.’
Quote; Cora Harvey Armstrong.
“Inside every older person is a younger person – wondering what the hell happened.”
Enjoy the rest of your birthday Mac.
ReplyDeleteThe C H Armstrong quote nails it for me.
Rick
Rick,
ReplyDeleteThanks for that and I'd like to assure you I'm not as grumpy as I make out.
Thanks again for the kind thought.
Mac,
ReplyDeleteTaking into account your attitude to the word 'happy', I wish you the most miserable birthday ever and hope you get many colanders. Enjoy your misery old friend.
You're only 76? You spring chicken you... I read a story today, where an 80 year old man was admitted to hospital with a WWII artillery shell stuck in his rectum. I guess if you can do that, age is of no concern. I'll bet my next month's wages that the diagnosis was noted as 'explosive diarrhea'.
Mac,
ReplyDeleteForgot the link!
https://nypost.com/2022/12/20/man-with-wwi-explosive-lodged-in-his-rectum-sparks-bomb-scare-hospital-evacuation/
@ Ripper
ReplyDeleteThat's a helluva way to cure constipation. Did he mistake it for a suppository?
Waif
Ripper,
ReplyDeleteDid I come across as miserable? How could I be with so many colanders to arrange on display. So many I had no time to secrete ammunition anywhere about I person. BOOM went Hatherway...
Waif,
ReplyDeleteMilitary grade cure right there.
Mac,
ReplyDeleteYou've never come across as miserable and I could never imagine you being so. It was me, after reading your post I didn't want to appear to be celebrating you being a year nearer to the grave, when in fact considering the work I'm doing now, I will probably go first :-). I will always make a joke about colanders when the opportunity arises.
The story about the old man with a rocket up his arse (something I'm told I need frequently) is obviously an old space filler, the New York Times said it was a French hospital, The Daily Wail said Gloucestershire. I heard this story years ago. But hey - it raises so much opportunity for jokes, so why spoil the fun?
I don't get the waif bit, perhaps something I've not heard of before.
Break up for Xmas tomorrow, boy am I glad about that. Pipe fitting on 60 cubic metre tanks, containing methanolic acid, boric acid and filtrates. The stuff is everywhere. Beware of helping out friends, especially those who look like Uncle Fester from the Addams Family.
Ripper,
ReplyDeleteDon't remember ever feeling miserable although there must've been times. I guess they were very short times. Always look on the bright side an' all that.
Regards the bomb up the bum, once again, believe half that you see and nothing that you read eh?
Regards your welding project, stay safe. What a stupid, miserable thing to type...
Happy bloody Christmas old friend.
Mac,
ReplyDeleteIf your birthday makes you think of such things as being nearer to the end of the road, remember the old Alice in Wonderland song - you have one birthday a year, but there are 364 UN-birthdays. Therefore every day is a cause for celebration, and who cares how long we have left? We all get there in the end.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RdsZT7WKjW8
Have a bloody great Christmas mate.
Ripper,
ReplyDeleteSo true and, trust me, I celebrate every morning upon waking and enjoy every day I'm blessed with.
Here's wishing you a good Christmas and may all you wish for come your way in 2023. Be well, be happy old friend.