how about a Oklahoma,AR,MO,KS,TX,+IA GTG thread?

[WKEND LUMBERJAK]

Wow Clint is stihl Alive!

Haven't heard from him in a long time.

You coming down to MO this weekend for AWOL's GTG?

Look whos talking.

 

[Hinerman]

What's the going rate Carl?

What's under the hood, 64/73/79?

Pic says 64

 

[Locust Cutter]

Not a bad 5 days off of work: Got stuffed at 3 different Thanksgiving dinners, cut a bunch of wood, bent/fabbed up a new rear brake line for Dad's '97 Z-71 (after partially dropping the gas tank and the spare tire to access the frame channel), cleaned the house, went to Church, diagnosed a problem on a friends truck and got to shoot quail. I need these more often!!

 

[67L36Driver]

Pic says 64

AFAIK, yup.

I really don’t remember much about it from three years ago I traded it to Allen.

It do leave a bar oil puddle when he sits.

 

[Time's Standing Stihl]

Pic says 64

I noticed, that's why I asked what's under the hood because he never specified

 

[Locust Cutter]

AFAIK, yup.

I really don’t remember much about it from three years ago I traded it to Allen.

It do leave a bar oil puddle when he sits.

Hell, half my saws do that. They're just like Harleys and Detroits, marking their territory.

 

[Hedgerow]

That thing could probably burn tires and bodies and still not care...

True...

But quick ignite and no sizzle was impressive..

The old timers up in MI always said if ya can’t find seasoned wood, burn ash cut in the winter.

It’s better than a snowball.

 

[Workshop]

Wow Clint is stihl Alive!

Haven't heard from him in a long time.

You coming down to MO this weekend for AWOL's GTG?

December 8th.

 

[Time's Standing Stihl]

Wow Clint is stihl Alive!

Haven't heard from him in a long time.

You coming down to MO this weekend for AWOL's GTG?

Who are you again?


Hope all is well Chet, say hi to Brenda

 

[67L36Driver]

Morning midlanders!

You galley slaves get back to rowing!

 

[Workshop]

Morning fellow Galley Slaves.

 

[plcnut]

Good morning!

 

[teacherman]

Good morning!

Well, my plans for the week have been derailed a bit. First Emerson was out of school yesterday, and today his mother says he has.... Pink eye! SO, I'm home with him again today. Was planning to get out in the timber for opening day tomorrow, but regs are 24 hours on the eye drops before going back to school, so.... maybe not. Plan to make an appt to take him in to the clinic at Walgreen's, quicker and cheaper than his normal doc's office. Wish it weren't so cold this morning.

Long post alert (TL;DR?):

Prayers requested for my stepdad, Dean. 87, living by himself in Chicago, has fluid buildup around his lungs, zero energy, and they're making him go to all these cardiologist appts just to determine fitness for the surgery to install a Pleurex® drain tube. I went to Scotland with him recently, to make sure he got through that OK, which he did, and his son came in from Vancouver after I left, but he's on his own up there right now. He refused to move down here after my mom passed, and I respect that, but I can't just move up there. So he's driving back to the cardio for a stress test today, and supposedly Chicago just had a "blizzard," which he said wasn't too bad; he was out driving in it yesterday. He hasn't had any appetite for anything but sweet things for over a year now, and he still likes his beer. Tough dude to be sure, and I really respect that, but truth be told, I don't think he'll make it through the winter. I'm not ready to deal with the aftermath of it when he goes, not just yet, though I know it's coming, maybe sooner than later. He says he has one more story to write for Emerson, number nine in the series of "Emerson D and Old 1073, Adventures in Old Kansas," where on full moon midnights he goes to the park downtown, gets on 1073, the retired ATSF steam locomotive there, with Mr. Caz, the conductor, and it spirits him off to various adventures in Old Kansas, from 150 years past. These are excellent stories, and I'm sad that Emerson isn't really old enough to enjoy them, not quite yet. Such is life, I suppose. One more thing: he considers Jesus an opiate for the weak, steeped as he is in the intellectual tradition, the implications of this will be coming into play right soon. He's so resistive, not sure how to even bring it up, so if you're a praying sort... many thanks, men.

 

[Dub11]

Good morning!

Well, my plans for the week have been derailed a bit. First Emerson was out of school yesterday, and today his mother says he has.... Pink eye! SO, I'm home with him again today. Was planning to get out in the timber for opening day tomorrow, but regs are 24 hours on the eye drops before going back to school, so.... maybe not. Plan to make an appt to take him in to the clinic at Walgreen's, quicker and cheaper than his normal doc's office. Wish it weren't so cold this morning.

Long post alert (TL;DR?):

Prayers requested for my stepdad, Dean. 87, living by himself in Chicago, has fluid buildup around his lungs, zero energy, and they're making him go to all these cardiologist appts just to determine fitness for the surgery to install a Pleurex® drain tube. I went to Scotland with him recently, to make sure he got through that OK, which he did, and his son came in from Vancouver after I left, but he's on his own up there right now. He refused to move down here after my mom passed, and I respect that, but I can't just move up there. So he's driving back to the cardio for a stress test today, and supposedly Chicago just had a "blizzard," which he said wasn't too bad; he was out driving in it yesterday. He hasn't had any appetite for anything but sweet things for over a year now, and he still likes his beer. Tough dude to be sure, and I really respect that, but truth be told, I don't think he'll make it through the winter. I'm not ready to deal with the aftermath of it when he goes, not just yet, though I know it's coming, maybe sooner than later. He says he has one more story to write for Emerson, number nine in the series of "Emerson D and Old 1073, Adventures in Old Kansas," where on full moon midnights he goes to the park downtown, gets on 1073, the retired ATSF steam locomotive there, with Mr. Caz, the conductor, and it spirits him off to various adventures in Old Kansas, from 150 years past. These are excellent stories, and I'm sad that Emerson isn't really old enough to enjoy them, not quite yet. Such is life, I suppose. One more thing: he considers Jesus an opiate for the weak, steeped as he is in the intellectual tradition, the implications of this will be coming into play right soon. He's so resistive, not sure how to even bring it up, so if you're a praying sort... many thanks, men.

Hope for the best and maybe have him read the books on tape so Emerson listen to them one day.

 

[Workshop]

Hope for the best and maybe have him read the books on tape so Emerson listen to them one day.

Excellent idea, Wayne.
Emerson will have the books but he'll also know what Grandpa sounded like.

I've often wondered what our ancestors sounded like.
What did Abraham Lincoln sound like?
Or George Washington?
Interesting.

 

[Hedgerow]

Good morning!

Well, my plans for the week have been derailed a bit. First Emerson was out of school yesterday, and today his mother says he has.... Pink eye! SO, I'm home with him again today. Was planning to get out in the timber for opening day tomorrow, but regs are 24 hours on the eye drops before going back to school, so.... maybe not. Plan to make an appt to take him in to the clinic at Walgreen's, quicker and cheaper than his normal doc's office. Wish it weren't so cold this morning.

Long post alert (TL;DR?):

Prayers requested for my stepdad, Dean. 87, living by himself in Chicago, has fluid buildup around his lungs, zero energy, and they're making him go to all these cardiologist appts just to determine fitness for the surgery to install a Pleurex® drain tube. I went to Scotland with him recently, to make sure he got through that OK, which he did, and his son came in from Vancouver after I left, but he's on his own up there right now. He refused to move down here after my mom passed, and I respect that, but I can't just move up there. So he's driving back to the cardio for a stress test today, and supposedly Chicago just had a "blizzard," which he said wasn't too bad; he was out driving in it yesterday. He hasn't had any appetite for anything but sweet things for over a year now, and he still likes his beer. Tough dude to be sure, and I really respect that, but truth be told, I don't think he'll make it through the winter. I'm not ready to deal with the aftermath of it when he goes, not just yet, though I know it's coming, maybe sooner than later. He says he has one more story to write for Emerson, number nine in the series of "Emerson D and Old 1073, Adventures in Old Kansas," where on full moon midnights he goes to the park downtown, gets on 1073, the retired ATSF steam locomotive there, with Mr. Caz, the conductor, and it spirits him off to various adventures in Old Kansas, from 150 years past. These are excellent stories, and I'm sad that Emerson isn't really old enough to enjoy them, not quite yet. Such is life, I suppose. One more thing: he considers Jesus an opiate for the weak, steeped as he is in the intellectual tradition, the implications of this will be coming into play right soon. He's so resistive, not sure how to even bring it up, so if you're a praying sort... many thanks, men.

If he views himself a scholar, send him the book of Job to read...
Then give you a book report on it..

Explaining what it means...

If he’s honest, it will give him much to ponder.

 

[Dub11]

Excellent idea, Wayne.
Emerson will have the books but he'll also know what Grandpa sounded like.

I've often wondered what our ancestors sounded like.
What did Abraham Lincoln sound like?
Or George Washington?
Interesting.

Not my idea but my wifes stepfather did this for my boys a few Christmases ago.

And I'm not sure I'd want to he what Abe and GW sound like now, cuz I'm pretty sure it would be an epic rant.

 

[67L36Driver]

John: For when Emerson is a bit older, find a copy of ‘The legend of Jumping Mouse’. A Native American tale.

Basically a story of paying it foreword.

I found a copy in the library at the neighborhood Methodist church so got one from a book store for St. Francis school.

 

[teacherman]

Hope for the best and maybe have him read the books on tape so Emerson listen to them one day.

Well, if we get him through this one I'll try to make that happen. He's so feeble right now he couldn't do it. Thank, Wayne.

 

[concretegrazer]

Good afternoon.

Good morning!

Well, my plans for the week have been derailed a bit. First Emerson was out of school yesterday, and today his mother says he has.... Pink eye! SO, I'm home with him again today. Was planning to get out in the timber for opening day tomorrow, but regs are 24 hours on the eye drops before going back to school, so.... maybe not. Plan to make an appt to take him in to the clinic at Walgreen's, quicker and cheaper than his normal doc's office. Wish it weren't so cold this morning.

Long post alert (TL;DR?):

Prayers requested for my stepdad, Dean. 87, living by himself in Chicago, has fluid buildup around his lungs, zero energy, and they're making him go to all these cardiologist appts just to determine fitness for the surgery to install a Pleurex® drain tube. I went to Scotland with him recently, to make sure he got through that OK, which he did, and his son came in from Vancouver after I left, but he's on his own up there right now. He refused to move down here after my mom passed, and I respect that, but I can't just move up there. So he's driving back to the cardio for a stress test today, and supposedly Chicago just had a "blizzard," which he said wasn't too bad; he was out driving in it yesterday. He hasn't had any appetite for anything but sweet things for over a year now, and he still likes his beer. Tough dude to be sure, and I really respect that, but truth be told, I don't think he'll make it through the winter. I'm not ready to deal with the aftermath of it when he goes, not just yet, though I know it's coming, maybe sooner than later. He says he has one more story to write for Emerson, number nine in the series of "Emerson D and Old 1073, Adventures in Old Kansas," where on full moon midnights he goes to the park downtown, gets on 1073, the retired ATSF steam locomotive there, with Mr. Caz, the conductor, and it spirits him off to various adventures in Old Kansas, from 150 years past. These are excellent stories, and I'm sad that Emerson isn't really old enough to enjoy them, not quite yet. Such is life, I suppose. One more thing: he considers Jesus an opiate for the weak, steeped as he is in the intellectual tradition, the implications of this will be coming into play right soon. He's so resistive, not sure how to even bring it up, so if you're a praying sort... many thanks, men.

FWIW
This last round of illness at our house started with what they said was pinkeye. They ended up with strepthroat & earinfectons. Hope your luck is better than ours.