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Throwback Thursday - Birthday Boy 2005

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Me and my friend Sheila at my 64th birthday party at the Brickside Grill, Exton, PA - 2005 Oh where does the time go?  It seems like only a few years ago when my friend Sheila helped me celebrate my 64th birthday.  Actually, this picture was taken November 9, 2015; ten years ago.  Ten years?  What happened to the last ten years? This photo was taken at the Brickside Grill in Eagleview, Pennsylvania.  I used to the Brickside Grill every Wednesday night for Trivia Night.  Loads of fun with my friends Carole, Sheila and a changing cast of friends, whoever was available on a particular Wednesday night.  I miss those times. I wonder where I'll be ten years from now?

Open House - Los Angeles California

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Pat and I in front of a very large succulent in Los Angeles During my recent vacation this past January in Los Angeles California with my Canadian friend Pat, we had the good luck to come upon an open house.  Both Pat and I love open houses! We were just taking a walk in a residential section of Los Angeles, enjoying the mild weather (70 degrees) and palm trees when we came across an open house.   "Say Pat, want to check it out?"   Pat:  "Yes!" So here  you go folks, a pictorial display of our tour of this open house: "Open House!" downtown Los Angeles Pat discusses the details with the realtor Now this is a shower! - "His and His" The Master Bedroom - I like! Private balcony and corner window - I love it! From second floor - view of neighborhood The guest bedroom - love the private balcony Another bedroom with private balcony Fireplace and couch on yet another private balcony Pat asks &q

Yard Work!

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One of my favorite activities is yard work.  I find working in the quiet and peace of my back yard not only good physical exercise for my body but good mental exercise.  It's interesting but both of my brothers hate yard work.  My brother Isaac, the brother who inherited the family home, has been busy cutting down as many trees and shrubs that my father planted over the fifty some years he lived there.   My brother John, who lives in South Carolina, has just about finished taking out anything that grows on his ranch house property and paved over his back yard.  He now has the biggest parking lot in his neighborhood.  But both of my brothers can build.  They are both good carpenters.  I am not.  I am not mechanically declined at all (and "declined" is not a typo).   I like my backyard.  Next to walking, working in my back yard, especially raking cut grass, is one of my personal, guilty pleasures.  One of my big frustrations with my leg injury is that it prevent

Physical Therapy - Week Two

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Me with "The Ball" exercise at Tidewater Physical Therapy in Milton, DE Today at nine o'clock this morning I began Week Two of my physical therapy.   I have to admit, that something I was dreading (physical therapy) is turning out to be the high point of my day.   Three days a week I go to physical therapy for an hour session.   The modern and up to date facility is nearby. The folks who work there are always upbeat and happy. They're happy to see me (which I always like - I hate it when I'm "greeted" with a frown - "oh YOU again.")  The exercises are not painful and very beneficial.  Today I was able to bend my leg sixty degrees!  Last week I was only able to bend my leg thirty degrees.  Progress!! I get individualized attention.  The staff is kind and patient with me.  Even the other patients are fun.   This morning on the table next to me was a young guy with an injured foot.  He does contracting work and had jammed his foot

Vegan Glory

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Vegan Soup Since I met my Canadian friend Pat in August of 2013, I've been gradually transitioning to vegetarianism. For some years now I have been migrating away from a meat only diet.  Pat standing in front of another vegan restaurant we found during our stay in Los Angeles Never a big steak eater, I did like pork chops, sausage and chicken.  Mostly chicken.  But one can have too much chicken too.  I think the last time I had an actual steak was when we lived in Philly in 1976.  I have cooked beef in stews and had hamburgers, but one of those big, juicy, bloody steaks that so many crave?  Not me, and besides I like my meat well done much to the consternation of some of my fellow diners who like to see a pink center to their prime rib and a slight pulse. When I eat meat, I want it dead.  Of course this rules out sushi. But I digress. Me trying out this vegan soup at the Vegan Glory restaurant - I forget what was in it now but it was good Meeting Pat and being ex

West Hollywood Traffic Jam

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During our January vacation in Los Angeles we did indeed encounter the famous Los Angeles traffic. We tried to stay off the Freeway as much as possible but we couldn't this traffic jam we encountered in West Hollywood. We were returning from our day's outing in the Hollywood Hills sign sighting. We were headed back to our comfortable niche at the Hollywood Bed and Breakfast when we encountered this traffic delay. Not to worry, we were not in a hurry and this was just another chance for us to absorbed the flavor and ambiance of Los Angeles and West Hollywood in particular.   We wanted to freshen up and go out for dinner.  Dinner again was at the Veggie Grill, our casual, cheap, good restaurant of choice during our wonderful stay in West Hollywood. We decided to walk to the restaurant on this particular night. Here is Pat walking down the darkened street. That's Pat in the lime green jacket You know it's funny but we didn't see any cruising activity wh

Throwback Thursday - Hogs and Pigs

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My grandfather Fieldon Tipton with his favorite hog (the one his has his right hand on) My father grew up in the mountains of western North Carolina.  His family left their hillbilly haven in 1930 or thereabouts when my father was a mere ten years old.  One thing my father said he always remembered from his childhood was the annual slaughter of a hog in the fall to store that meat for the winter.  Since there was no refrigeration (or electricity or indoor plumbing) this was the main source of their family's protein during the cold winter months. My father finished his childhood on his Uncle Don Byrd's farm in southern Chester County (Pennsylvania), along with his ten brothers, picking fruit and vegetables. Yep, he and his brothers were cheap farm labor.  That was the way of the world back in the Depression of the Thirties.  In 1940 he got a job at the local steel mill.  Met my Mom and then I happened (born in 1941). But all during those years my father had a yearning

Second Day of Physical Therapy and Other Thoughts

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Just returned from my second day of physical therapy for my injured leg.  I am so happy because with one day of PT under my belt, they have noticed I can bend my leg more. Exhilarating! Improvement! Each day, progress! I am still being transported in the back seat of my car.  I still cannot sit in the passenger seat of my car because I have to continue to wear my leg brace. That will be the next big step, bending my leg enough that I can sit in the passenger seat of my car.  Bill still would have to chauffeur me but at least I can drive up front with the big people. I am so impressed with the physical therapy that I am now receiving.  These people know what they are doing and they are so nice.  As I mentioned in earlier posts, the last time I had physical therapy on my leg (the other one) was when I was in the Army.  I had dislocated my right knee.  The physical therapy at that time was Army conducted.  Maybe not so nice but they got the job done because I've been w

First Day of Physical Therapy

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What a glorious day! I just finished my first session of physical therapy on my injured leg. I am one happy guy! The session lasted an hour. Everyone who attended, instructed and helped me was professional, kind and knowledgeable. There were just nice.  The facility is nice. The weather was nice.  What a great day! I wanted to take more pictures but of course, since I was prone, and there were other people in the center, I couldn't very well without causing disruption.  But I did ask on of my physical therapists to take this short video of me.  I was embarrassed to do so but I did want to get my first visit on record.   As I said before, they were very gentle with me, taking one step at a time.  They showed me a series of exercises to take with the instruction to stop when it started to hurt.  No one was to repeat that to me, I always stop when it hurts, whatever the scenario. They also showed me exercises I could do at home, which I am doing right now as I type this quic

The Next Step: Physical Therapy

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Me in front of the physical therapy location in Milton DE where I will begin my month long regimen to complete the healing of my leg injury Just got back from my doctor's.  He said I'm ready to begin physical therapy.  The tissue has healed enough in my leg for me to begin a routine of physical exercises to I can bend my knee and build up my quadricep muscles.  I'm ready!  Oh am I ever ready. I got lucky by having an up to date, modern physical therapy center right in Milton, just up the road from where I live. I knew I moved to Slower Lower for a reason. I was given a choice of multiple physical therapy centers but chose the one closest to me because I just don't want to fight that Route One traffic. Especially now with the tourist season coming up and all those crazy assed drivers coming down here from the north.  You just have to stay out of their way because they are always in a HURRY.  I don't need to have another accident. The physical therapy c

Last Day?

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Last day on this earth? Me yesterday in front of my neighbor Barbara's weeping cherry tree - correction - me and my leg brace Last day of the sale? Armageddon just around the corner? Oh what could Ron be referring to?   Well folks, I think today, is the last day I'll be wearing this damn brace on my leg.   I've been wearing this brace since I fell way back on that dark zero degree night of February 18th while leaving work.  And I'm here to tell I am TIRED of wearing this brace. The novelty has definitely worn off.  And I have extracted every bit of pity possible from friends, co-workers, neighbors and strangers as I've been hobbling around these parts with this hideous brace for the last two months.   The leg brace was put on to keep my leg straight while the tissues of my quadricep muscles that I ruptured when I fell in the ice. Quadricep Femoris Muscle For those of you who don't know what a quadricep muscle does here is a descr