As one who copes with severe osteo-arthritis in one knee, I’m feeling for you, too. I wasked about three km on in on Saturday & Sunday & was limping noticeably before driving 280 km back home. On Monday it felt quite good but yesterday I almost fell when it gave out a mighty stab of pain. I keep a stick in the car now for such eventualities.

#DoNotGetOld

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In exchange for assistance given I was presented with what I thought was a dubious reward: a jar of Polish fermented sauerkraut.
A big jar. Very politely I accepted the item.

Blow me down, the stuff is actually delicious! Going into my sandwiches tomorrow in fact.

It proper fermented stuff, using salt & spices, none of that pickled cabbage stuffwot uses vinegar.

That’s light cloud. It’s just very low light cloud.

I found this on Mastodon, tooted by <@[email protected]>

'Dear kids in Washington State: you can make an appointment with your doctor, or walk into a clinic or ER, and get vaccinated. You don't need permission from your parents. You don't have to wait until you are 18. If the health care provider gets confused, the magic phrase is "Mature Minor Doctrine", and point out that not wanting to catch measles is sign of sufficient maturity. '

I had prepared a set of Bluetooth speakers to use in the motel room but managed to leave it at home. Didn’t bring any headphones but I could have used the MacBook Pro as a music source.
Then I remembered I keep another, bigger & louder set of Bluetooth speakers in the car anyway!
Problem solved.

Twelve out of 23 living cousins gathered on short notice in the rural city where our grandparents spent their entire 60 years of married life. In the 31 years since their passing, their children & grandchildren have gathered somewhere in this state as closely as possible to the anniversary of their wedding. Never on a schedule, just whenever anyone can be bothered to do a flashmob-style thing.

Two of the 25 cousins have passed on, one in the early 1970s from Hepatitis A and another (same family!) of a drug overdose in 1996.

A great time was had by all, much beer & fine food & wine consumed in the same hotel our grandparents dined at every Friday night.

woot!

So sorry to learn of this, Larry. I’ve just returned from a gathering of cousins from my mother’s side of the family: 23 of 25 are still around and on my father’s side, there’s 10 out of 11 living. Our ages span from late 40s to late 70s.

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One brother reckons he’ll pour himself upstairs into his hotel room after the reunion.

My other brother & myself face a walk of normally 900 metres or most likely a stagger of half that distance again.

As jober as a sudge.