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lol !

Hey could have been worse...

Snow... Sleet... Cold... Snow... sleet rain drizzle.

I still have a branch on the roof from the last big storm...

Let's see if I have any winter precip. pics on this computer still...

Here's a shovel pile accumulation.
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To the right of that pile is the reason. Access to back gate.
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Here's a better way to move snow from some areas.
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And , along my ramp out front. I try to keep the house side clear.
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Beats hurricanes!
 

Well RC... if ya lived in Florida... I would come over and get that branch off for ya. :)
 

Well RC... if ya lived in Florida... I would come over and get that branch off for ya. :)

It ain't hurtin nothin.
I have debated about trying a fishing rod with a large treble hook....Decided, it ain't hurtin nothin. L.o.l..
And I (eye) escape a flying hook should I manage to not break the line. Or , over casting and snagging the power line on the other side of the roof.

I do have a grappling hook I built around here somewhere.....
Probably leave a streak of missing shingles that way. After multiple attempted throws.
 

Just so you know... it would not be the first branch I have removed from someones roof.

Sheesh I even was stuck on a roof ... I REALLLLLY high one... I used a huge ladder that fell after I got on the roof... :/

And I HATE heights... which is funny... when I was young it never bothered me... until one day about 17yo... on a river rope swing... A REALLLLLY big high one... and just before I went off I had a sudden change of heart... my instinct.

After that I sorta started looking at heghts differently. weird huh.
 

Now if you say them quickly together, sounds a little Eastern Asian to me.

Raisin,raison,raison, as so, yu mew.
Yikes!

Sounds like something from a B movie...
 

Dang Uncle Bill.
Them rainbow suspenders have you jammin!




[Clock strikes twelve and moon drops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Like acid and oil on a madman's face
His reasons tend to fly away
Like lesser birds on the four winds, yeah
Like silver scrapes in May
Now the sands become a crust
And most of you have gone away (hm, yeah gone away)
Come Susy dear, let's take a walk
Just out there upon the beach
I know you'll soon be married
And you want to know where the winds come from
Well it's never said at all
On the map that Carrie reads
Behind the clock back there you know
At the four winds bar (hm, yeah)
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Four winds at the four winds bar
Two doors locked and windows barred
One door let to take you in
The other one just mirrors it
Hey, hey, yeah! hey, hey
In hellish glare and inference
The other ones a duplicate.
Hey, hey, yeah! hey, hey
In hellish glare and inference
The queenly flux, eternal light
Or the light that never warms
Yes the light, that never, never warms
Yes the light, that never, never warms
Never warms, never warms
The clock strikes twelve and moon drops burst
Out at you from their hiding place
Miss Carrie nurse and Suzy dear
Would find themselves at the four winds bar
It's the nexus of the crisis
The origin of storms
Just the place to hopelessly
Encounter time and then came me
Hey, hey, hey, hey
Call me Desdenova, eternal light
These gravely digs of mine
Will surely prove a sight
And don't forget my dog, fixed and consequent
Astronomy, a star
Astronomy, a star
Astronomy, a star
Astronomy, a star
Astronomy]

Roughly quoted...
 

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Sleep walking I guess.
 

See you guys later
 

Have a restful one ARC & Rook
 


HEAR! HEAR!
Sick behaviour I say.
I go to my shop to get something-if I find it I wear that find like a little badge of honour.
Now if I was organized I won't get those little feel good moments any longer.
Nope I think I'm going to stay a tad on the heavy side of disorganized.
 

RC + Jim, Thanks for the chuckles...lol.

Being so disorganized keeps me busy.
I make discoveries of lost items or details of a prior failure to continue a project while on an Easter egg hunt for something else in the first place; and get all distracted.
So I stay busy.
If I did everything that needs doing effectively , or knew where everything was....I'd be all done.

Next thing you know I'd need something to do , buy an electric bike or something; and get hit by a lorry...
The estate sale would be quick and efficient. Vs the multitude of disheveled yet shocking discoveries unintentionally (?) planned for my heirs that my disorganized current method has arranged..(Rhymes with deranged.)

Today if her royal indoors thinks I need to do something I don't want to do , I can feign being looking for something needed to do something instead as a defense. But no one knows where it is. If they know what it is.

The 30 cent industrial paring knife disappeared. (I likely have hundreds of knives,they're not organised so who knows. A big box of them in the basement. In most rooms probably. On my wheelchair. In my pocket . In the truck. Ect. Need a knife? I might have just the right one. And some old ones. And...). But , I knew it was missing.
Since I get blamed for missing forks , it seemed only fair to mention the missing knife to her royal indoors.
Now , I put knives in the knife block or drawer and am slightly jealous of them ,while keeping the peace with a woman who thinks a knife is simply an object to mutilate and dirty and lay on the counter after using. (She's starting to grasp not putting them in the sink).

I checked under the stove, Under the fridge. Under the micro-wave. Under the toaster ,coffee maker... It was seemingly just another mysterious disappearance.
We have suspects that don't really exist. I don't think are real anyways. But it bugged me.

Months later the knife turned up in a drawer that had been checked. But how?????
Now it's back where it should be , in it's block. How many knife blocks on the counter? Too many for some folks.
A crime show would like it. So likely will the authorities. Till they discover the other disheveled and shocking surprises on their obligatory and usually fun Easter egg hunt in some crazy guys place when he snaps from being too bored due to being so organised he's out in the yard frightening the neighbors with his outrageous attire and cutting weeds with a 30 cent yard sale industrial paring knife....
Instead of a brief efficient inventory for the news media to gape at , it'll take busy days. A win win for keeping busy. L.o.l..
 

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