Saturday, June 08, 2013
My aging process — Six Word Saturday —
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my Six Words:
How does one become aware when he or she is
getting old? For me it was gradual. I was back in college and the banks had
special life-time no-fee account for college kids. They must be under
30.
Why not 35? That bothered me but one day they did change to 35. But by then I was over 35 (still in college, when I went back I spent eleven years going to night school for three degrees). Getting old.
If you went to college back when I did there were long lines of us out amongst the trees waiting for our turn to pull class cards. Our lines were arranged by alphabetical order.
This particular time when I was given my class cards one of the young ladies whom I considered my contemporary and would like sit somewhere near in class surprised me. She addressed me as "Sir." Getting old.
Those eleven years and three degrees were a signal that I should stop taking classes. I did vow to take a Shakespeare Literature class but haven't done that yet. I soon began to teach a Business Law evening class at the community college where I got the first of those three degrees. In about three years I was offered a professor job there, teaching a full load.
One of my classroom innovations was to move around to the front of the teacher desk and sit up on it so students on their way out could stop and talk, make an office appointment, perhaps give me a thumbs up, or whatever.
I don't know if it was a conspiracy or not, but it all happened at one time, like when I was still in school they called me "Sir." The students began patting my leg. Getting old.
Now, I get patted a lot. The patting is mostly done by women but a few men pat me. Shoulders or when sitting my legs are their favorites.
Last week I went to see my dermatologist about some sores and rashes that I could not get rid of. One of of those involved a drop-your-drawers-so-I-can-see episode. I thought his nurse might leave but she stayed busy over by the lavatory.
After my doctor was finished and gave me a new prescription (and my pants were back up) I saw the nurse throwing away my older prescription tube of medicine.
I said to her, "You are throwing my medicine away." She smartly said, "It says 1999 on the tube." End of that. But on the way out, she gave me the nicest pat I have had for a long time. Getting old.
Describe your life (or
something) in a phrase using just six words for Six Word Saturday. Click the box
at right to visit Cate's blog with Mr. Linky showing all the other blogs
participating this week. Cate is the boss at Six Word Saturday. She would like
for you to participate.
my Six Words:
How does it feel? Getting old
Sign found at
Troon, .. . ..
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Ayreshire,
Scotland .. . . . .
(link to Jim's earlier
blog) . . .
How does one become aware when he or she is
getting old? For me it was gradual. I was back in college and the banks had
special life-time no-fee account for college kids. They must be under
30.Why not 35? That bothered me but one day they did change to 35. But by then I was over 35 (still in college, when I went back I spent eleven years going to night school for three degrees). Getting old.
If you went to college back when I did there were long lines of us out amongst the trees waiting for our turn to pull class cards. Our lines were arranged by alphabetical order.
This particular time when I was given my class cards one of the young ladies whom I considered my contemporary and would like sit somewhere near in class surprised me. She addressed me as "Sir." Getting old.
Those eleven years and three degrees were a signal that I should stop taking classes. I did vow to take a Shakespeare Literature class but haven't done that yet. I soon began to teach a Business Law evening class at the community college where I got the first of those three degrees. In about three years I was offered a professor job there, teaching a full load.
One of my classroom innovations was to move around to the front of the teacher desk and sit up on it so students on their way out could stop and talk, make an office appointment, perhaps give me a thumbs up, or whatever.
I don't know if it was a conspiracy or not, but it all happened at one time, like when I was still in school they called me "Sir." The students began patting my leg. Getting old.
Now, I get patted a lot. The patting is mostly done by women but a few men pat me. Shoulders or when sitting my legs are their favorites.
Last week I went to see my dermatologist about some sores and rashes that I could not get rid of. One of of those involved a drop-your-drawers-so-I-can-see episode. I thought his nurse might leave but she stayed busy over by the lavatory.
After my doctor was finished and gave me a new prescription (and my pants were back up) I saw the nurse throwing away my older prescription tube of medicine.
I said to her, "You are throwing my medicine away." She smartly said, "It says 1999 on the tube." End of that. But on the way out, she gave me the nicest pat I have had for a long time. Getting old.
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Describe your life (or
something) in a phrase using just six words for Six Word Saturday. Click the box
at right to visit Cate's blog with Mr. Linky showing all the other blogs
participating this week. Cate is the boss at Six Word Saturday. She would like
for you to participate.Labels: Doctoring, Jim's Life, Seniors, Signs, Six Word Saturday
Friday, June 07, 2013
Danny's Cat -- Feline Friday
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Watch Cat
This my BIL's cat who lives in Tennessee. Danny doesn't have
any dogs and his cats aren't used to having a dog around.
Of course both Katrin and Adi were wanting to be with us.
I took this shot while we and the dogs were watching TV.
The cat was watching us.
[click the picture for large sized]
I'm linked with Sandee for this today, go see her cat.
She and others have a Mr. Linky going.
Watch Cat
This my BIL's cat who lives in Tennessee. Danny doesn't have
any dogs and his cats aren't used to having a dog around.
Of course both Katrin and Adi were wanting to be with us.
I took this shot while we and the dogs were watching TV.
The cat was watching us.
[click the picture for large sized]
I'm linked with Sandee for this today, go see her cat.
She and others have a Mr. Linky going.
Labels: Family, Feline-Friday
National Donut Day
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Today is National Donut Day!!!
This day of the year there will be more donuts given away than any other day. A lot will have strings attached, like buy a coffee and get a free donut. Or buy one, get one.
Find your local Donut Hole here (click now) to see what they are doing today.
Or give them a call.
Labels: Food, Holiday Posts
— A Random Five post [006], This and That —
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Night Scene in Jim's Backyard
My new camera is running on full automatic. I think to take moon pictures (I covet all those) there must be special settings made.
Anyway, the moon wasn't peeking out the other night so I got this for you. Picasa helped me with the effect.
==> I am linked up today with Nancy at A Rural Journal. She conducts her "A Random Five" blog hop there. Click that link to read other "A Random Five" posts or join in with your own.
1. How does one become aware when he or she is getting old? For me it was gradual. I was back in college and the banks had special life-time no-fee account for college kids. They must be under 30.
Why not 35? That bothered me but one day they did change to 35. But by then I was over 35 (still in college, when I went back I spent eleven years going to night school for three degrees). Getting old.
If you went to college back when I did there were long lines of us out amongst the trees waiting for our turn to pull class cards. Our lines were arranged by alphabetical order.
This particular time when I was given my class cards one of the young ladies whom I considered my contemporary and would like sit somewhere near in class surprised me. She addressed me as "Sir." Getting old.
Those eleven years and three degrees were a signal that I should stop taking classes. I did vow to take a Shakespeare Literature class but haven't done that yet. I soon began to teach a Business Law evening class at the community college where I got the first of those three degrees. In about three years I was offered a professor job there, teaching a full load.
One of my classroom innovations was to move around to the front of the teacher desk and sit up on it so students on their way out could stop and talk, make an office appointment, perhaps give me a thumbs up, or whatever.
I don't know if it was a conspiracy or not, but it all happened at one time, like when I was still in school they called me "Sir." The students began patting my leg. Getting old.
Now, I get patted a lot. The patting is mostly done by women but a few men pat me. Shoulders or when sitting my legs are their favorites.
Last week I went to see my dermatologist about some sores and rashes that I could not get rid of. One of of those involved a drop-your-drawers-so-I-can-see episode. I thought his nurse might leave but she stayed busy over by the lavatory.
After my doctor was finished and gave me a new prescription (and my pants were back up) I saw the nurse throwing away my older prescription tube of medicine.
I said to her, "You are throwing my medicine away." She smartly said, "It says 1999 on the tube." End of that. But on the way out, she gave me the nicest pat I have had for a long time. Getting old.
2. Got gas for Mrs. Jim last week and this car was ahead of me. I decided this would make a nice "Read your car" feature.
Back a couple of years a had a weekend feature called "Read Your Car." It didn't go over real big so I stopped doing it. (link)
I could see that the driver was a lady. A lady who was lazy and wasn't too into getting it done very fast as she was sitting inside her car. She should have been washing her bug smeared windows or watching for the filling to finish. I felt like honking at her to get her attention and then ask if it was still filling or wasn't maybe she was finished. She must have had it on slow.
I don't fault her for not buy American. That has gone out of style now for a long time and Honda does make a good car. Most now are made in American but the profits go to Japan. I still buy American.
Did you notice the fish symbol on the back of her car? But the words inside say "Darwin." I had not seen one of these before (see picture below). Her blatant fish says she is one of the of many vocal evolutionists. Personally if I had a fish it would be telling the world the standard fish message of Biblical origin which includes the world being created by God in seven days. To me that is a Big Bang if I ever could dream of one and I believe it (creation theories search).
Note also the license plate frame, saying "Harley Davidson." The lady might be a biker but I am thinking her husband or male friend put that on for her.
Can you read the price of gas? It was $3.02 here that day. The locals are having a little gas war because a new grocery store (H.E.B) has moved in.
This gas was from Kroger and was $3.22 before my 20¢ off. Still though, 16 gallons cost a lot. In our car $48 will get us about 320 miles.
3. You know you are getting old when your friends are having their 50th wedding anniversaries. Our friend decided she could not get into her wedding dress anymore. Can you?
Guy stuff, I don't even have my wedding suit. I grew and it shrank.
4. I played golf with my friend on Wednesday. We played at Panorama Village and the course was nice (link). My ball was in front of this tree and a little squirrel was watching me from in back of the tree.
The squirrel's brother later tried to steal my peanut butter and cracker sandwiches. He didn't get away with that but he did contaminate my food.
5. I read a lot of stuff on my computer besides blogs, Facebooks, e-mail, etc. My computer starts up every morning with MSN News. Then the news items change as the day goes along.
This item came along on Wednesday. I am a big fan of Van Gogh (my blogs) and really like this video. It was neat:
Check out this great MSN video - Van Gogh's paintings come to life
Night Scene in Jim's BackyardMy new camera is running on full automatic. I think to take moon pictures (I covet all those) there must be special settings made.
Anyway, the moon wasn't peeking out the other night so I got this for you. Picasa helped me with the effect.
==> I am linked up today with Nancy at A Rural Journal. She conducts her "A Random Five" blog hop there. Click that link to read other "A Random Five" posts or join in with your own.
Sign found at Troon, .. . .. .
Ayreshire, Scotland .. . . . .
(link to Jim's earlier blog) . . .
1. How does one become aware when he or she is getting old? For me it was gradual. I was back in college and the banks had special life-time no-fee account for college kids. They must be under 30.Why not 35? That bothered me but one day they did change to 35. But by then I was over 35 (still in college, when I went back I spent eleven years going to night school for three degrees). Getting old.
If you went to college back when I did there were long lines of us out amongst the trees waiting for our turn to pull class cards. Our lines were arranged by alphabetical order.
This particular time when I was given my class cards one of the young ladies whom I considered my contemporary and would like sit somewhere near in class surprised me. She addressed me as "Sir." Getting old.
Those eleven years and three degrees were a signal that I should stop taking classes. I did vow to take a Shakespeare Literature class but haven't done that yet. I soon began to teach a Business Law evening class at the community college where I got the first of those three degrees. In about three years I was offered a professor job there, teaching a full load.
One of my classroom innovations was to move around to the front of the teacher desk and sit up on it so students on their way out could stop and talk, make an office appointment, perhaps give me a thumbs up, or whatever.
I don't know if it was a conspiracy or not, but it all happened at one time, like when I was still in school they called me "Sir." The students began patting my leg. Getting old.
Now, I get patted a lot. The patting is mostly done by women but a few men pat me. Shoulders or when sitting my legs are their favorites.
Last week I went to see my dermatologist about some sores and rashes that I could not get rid of. One of of those involved a drop-your-drawers-so-I-can-see episode. I thought his nurse might leave but she stayed busy over by the lavatory.
After my doctor was finished and gave me a new prescription (and my pants were back up) I saw the nurse throwing away my older prescription tube of medicine.
I said to her, "You are throwing my medicine away." She smartly said, "It says 1999 on the tube." End of that. But on the way out, she gave me the nicest pat I have had for a long time. Getting old.
2. Got gas for Mrs. Jim last week and this car was ahead of me. I decided this would make a nice "Read your car" feature.
Back a couple of years a had a weekend feature called "Read Your Car." It didn't go over real big so I stopped doing it. (link)
I could see that the driver was a lady. A lady who was lazy and wasn't too into getting it done very fast as she was sitting inside her car. She should have been washing her bug smeared windows or watching for the filling to finish. I felt like honking at her to get her attention and then ask if it was still filling or wasn't maybe she was finished. She must have had it on slow.
I don't fault her for not buy American. That has gone out of style now for a long time and Honda does make a good car. Most now are made in American but the profits go to Japan. I still buy American.
Did you notice the fish symbol on the back of her car? But the words inside say "Darwin." I had not seen one of these before (see picture below). Her blatant fish says she is one of the of many vocal evolutionists. Personally if I had a fish it would be telling the world the standard fish message of Biblical origin which includes the world being created by God in seven days. To me that is a Big Bang if I ever could dream of one and I believe it (creation theories search).
Note also the license plate frame, saying "Harley Davidson." The lady might be a biker but I am thinking her husband or male friend put that on for her. 
Can you read the price of gas? It was $3.02 here that day. The locals are having a little gas war because a new grocery store (H.E.B) has moved in.
This gas was from Kroger and was $3.22 before my 20¢ off. Still though, 16 gallons cost a lot. In our car $48 will get us about 320 miles.
3. You know you are getting old when your friends are having their 50th wedding anniversaries. Our friend decided she could not get into her wedding dress anymore. Can you?Guy stuff, I don't even have my wedding suit. I grew and it shrank.
4. I played golf with my friend on Wednesday. We played at Panorama Village and the course was nice (link). My ball was in front of this tree and a little squirrel was watching me from in back of the tree.The squirrel's brother later tried to steal my peanut butter and cracker sandwiches. He didn't get away with that but he did contaminate my food.
5. I read a lot of stuff on my computer besides blogs, Facebooks, e-mail, etc. My computer starts up every morning with MSN News. Then the news items change as the day goes along. This item came along on Wednesday. I am a big fan of Van Gogh (my blogs) and really like this video. It was neat:
Check out this great MSN video - Van Gogh's paintings come to life
Labels: A-Random-Five, Bible, Car Reading, Friends, Golf, Golf course, Jim Does, Seniors
Sunday, June 02, 2013
Succintly Yours
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Their morning ritual was thus.
Tig would smile enticingly. A wonderful breakfast.
Goldie and Fishy swarmed to the cat. Escape; freedom.
Naught.
GMa's Succinctly Yours Week 115 has links to other posts and gives the rules.
Rules: Use the photo as inspiration for a story. Maximum of 140 characters OR 140 words
Their morning ritual was thus.Tig would smile enticingly. A wonderful breakfast.
Goldie and Fishy swarmed to the cat. Escape; freedom.
Naught.
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spell checked by MicroSoft Word.
abcd
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© 2013 Jimmiehov
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Picture prompt furnished by GMa -- Optional Word of the Week: ritual
spell checked by MicroSoft Word.
abcd
µ-fiction Story Copyright
© 2013 Jimmiehov
All Rights Reserved
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Picture prompt furnished by GMa -- Optional Word of the Week: ritual
GMa's Succinctly Yours Week 115 has links to other posts and gives the rules.
Rules: Use the photo as inspiration for a story. Maximum of 140 characters OR 140 words
Labels: Succinctly-Yours
