I just THOUGHT I was getting old

My Dad ran front rod until he was 78. Another nearby surveyor is 76 and still going strong and doing good work. I don't think surveyors are allowed to retire. It's against the rules or something.

Three days prior to my funeral. That's my answer when people ask me when I plan to retire. Why would I want to stop having all this fun?

Holy Cow, post: 425459, member: 50 wrote: Three days prior to my funeral. That's my answer when people ask me when I plan to retire. Why would I want to stop having all this fun?

Darn right. It took me a good long time to make so much money with so little effort...;)

ps - get much rain last night/ this AM?

Holy Cow, post: 425459, member: 50 wrote: Three days prior to my funeral. That's my answer when people ask me when I plan to retire. Why would I want to stop having all this fun?

My answer is: "When I go Thump"

[USER=20]@paden cash[/USER]

I slept through last night's moisture contribution but worked through several hours of it this morning. The mud is terribly slippery, especially when it's mixed 50/50 with livestock manure. Must have been about 300 eight-weight steers in the one pasture late this morning. We kept the vehicles on solid spots and did too much walking. I'll sleep well tonight.

Holy Cow, post: 425564, member: 50 wrote: [USER=20]@paden cash[/USER]

I slept through last night's moisture contribution but worked through several hours of it this morning. The mud is terribly slippery, especially when it's mixed 50/50 with livestock manure. Must have been about 300 eight-weight steers in the one pasture late this morning. We kept the vehicles on solid spots and did too much walking. I'll sleep well tonight.

Walking on goose-crap-slippery mud makes the insides of knees ache. I'd rather try to walk sideways along a muddy creek bank than "ice skate" on flat slick mud.

And I made it all the way through the post without saying "slippery as cat crap on linoleum"...;)

Had my knee-high rubber boots on. Took a couple short cuts through flowing water just to cut down on the amount of slippery mud to deal with. Of course, going up and down the banks required careful planning while focusing on lateral tree roots to use as steps.

"slicker than snot" is a favorite term on days like this.

Holy Cow, post: 425570, member: 50 wrote: Had my knee-high rubber boots on. Took a couple short cuts through flowing water just to cut down on the amount of slippery mud to deal with. Of course, going up and down the banks required careful planning while focusing on lateral tree roots to use as steps.

"slicker than snot" is a favorite term on days like this.

BTW, Money Penny has a physical therapist that is coming to the house to torture her and her new knee. He's a youngin, probably late twenties. Money Penny asked where he was from and he told her, "you've never heard of it, it's in the panhandle". He finally admitted it was near a little town named Keyes. He was surprised we knew of it.

Got him an edumacation at Northwestern in Alva and then caught the first thing smoking that was leaving the area. He freely admitted his family business couldn't keep him down on the farm although uncles and brothers remained there. Family name was Burkhart.

Thought you might like hearing that humans still inhabit that part of the world...;)

With an average of six students per class in Keyes High School one must conclude that "not many humans still inhabit that part of the world".

• Grades: 9-12
• Students: 25 students
• Student:teacher ratio: 8:1
• Minority enrollment: 40%
• Diversity score: 0.54
• District graduation rate: 71%
• District spending/student: $17,324

They are 16 miles from Boise City with a whopping 21 students per class.

• Grades: 9-12
• Students: 84 students
• Student:teacher ratio: 11:1
• Minority enrollment: 44%
• Diversity score: 0.51
• District graduation rate: 84%
• District spending/student: $11,135

Andy Bruner, post: 425426, member: 1123 wrote: I'm not so sure that being 90 would afford me that luxury

Me either. My 93.year old mother in law is residing in an assisted living facility. She called SWMBO because she was irritated with her hearing aid and decided to replace the battery herself. Ten minutes later SWMBO receives a second call from her saying that the hearing aid doesn't work. SWMBO visits her the next day to discover that the battery was simply placed in the ear not the hearing aid.

FL/GA PLS., post: 425579, member: 379 wrote: Me either. My 93.year old mother in law is residing in an assisted living facility. She called SWMBO because she was irritated with her hearing aid and decided to replace the battery herself. Ten minutes later SWMBO receives a second call from her saying that the hearing aid doesn't work. SWMBO visits her the next day to discover that the battery was simply placed in the ear not the hearing aid.

You're making me tell old jokes now...

Old man went to the doctor for an earache. Doctor examined his ear, got out some tweezers and pulled a bit of wadded up aluminum foil out of the old guy's ear. He fussed with it a bit and finally proclaimed, "This is a suppository!"

The old man looked at his wife sitting nearby and told her, "Honey, I think I know where my hearing aid is at.." 😉

(Just think of all the incredibly old jokes that might be lost to history if I wasn't around to perpetuate them.)

FL/GA PLS., post: 425579, member: 379 wrote: Me either. My 93.year old mother in law is residing in an assisted living facility. She called SWMBO because she was irritated with her hearing aid and decided to replace the battery herself. Ten minutes later SWMBO receives a second call from her saying that the hearing aid doesn't work. SWMBO visits her the next day to discover that the battery was simply placed in the ear not the hearing aid.

Reminds me of the old guy who was really grumpy one morning.
His wife asked, "What's the matter with you today?"
He said "I can't find my hearing aid and I'm really constipated!"
She looked in his ear and there appeared to be a suppository.
"I think I know where your hearing aid is."

Talking about slick........
We have a county road that goes to Black Point, a fish camp on Sulphur River, that passes thru red clay.
This is the impermeable red clay used as a pond liner and when wet is almost unpassable on foot or by vehicle.
I've seen deer wipe out trying to run across it.
It is totally possible to be stuck on flat land and not sink an inch.
You can come to a complete stop on a hill momentarily and gravity will make you slide downhill.
It is like black ice and only crossed with a running start because there is no way to get traction with two wheels and steer at the same time and barely successful blasting with 4wd with deep lugged tires.

I could talk all day about the trial and tribulation of encounters by me, others and true the stories where wet manure is included in the main subject line and they are all rather disgusting.
For another day............

Disgusting....................that sums it up pretty well.

I bet we could swap manure stories for several hours.

Forty years ago I worked with a fellow who grew up somewhere between Houston and Galveston. It took him something like seven syllables to say the word "manure". The rest of us needed a translator to tell us what it was he was saying when he tried to use that word. We always suggested he go with a single syllable alternative that rhymes with bit.

That reminded me of an Egyptian mechanical engineering professor that some of my buddies had for Thermodynamics. Every time he thought he was saying "temperature" it reportedly sounded a lot like "compreckture". They had to decide if he meant "compression" or something else.

I had an Indian chemistry teacher that kept saying "ress'-a-proke'-al".

I took me a long time to figure out he was talking about unity divided by a number.

Paden & HC:
My niece lives in Boise City now, went to college at Goodwell and coaches HS Girl's Softball at Keyes. I Started my college career (as yet unfinished) in Goodwell as did a couple of my uncles.

I also have an aunt that lives in Beaver. A couple of years ago, with the help of a couple of field parties, I staked about 50 wells in Beaver County and 3 near Perryton, TX, in Ochiltree County. I do believe that covers all 3 counties in the Panhandle and a bit more.

I think we have a good amount of knowledge of the Panhandle of Oklahoma

[USER=53]@Stephen Johnson[/USER] [USER=20]@paden cash[/USER]

We have an unusual public school district in our area. Two tiny schools merged into a single district so as to survive, however they still operate each half of the district the same as before but with both town names hyphenated on everything connected with the district. They even compete against one another in sports. The odd part is that the halves do not adjoin and are a minimum of about 20 miles apart with the schools being over 40 miles apart.

That scenario leads to a wonderful thought. Somehow the Hooker and Beaver schools need to merge into a single district to be known as the Hooker-Beaver district. I shudder to think of the names that might be suggested for the school mascot.

:laughing::laughing::laughing:

Holy Cow, post: 425903, member: 50 wrote: [USER=53]@Stephen Johnson[/USER] [USER=20]@paden cash[/USER]

We have an unusual public school district in our area. Two tiny schools merged into a single district so as to survive, however they still operate each half of the district the same as before but with both town names hyphenated on everything connected with the district. They even compete against one another in sports. The odd part is that the halves do not adjoin and are a minimum of about 20 miles apart with the schools being over 40 miles apart.

That scenario leads to a wonderful thought. Somehow the Hooker and Beaver schools need to merge into a single district to be known as the Hooker-Beaver district. I shudder to think of the names that might be suggested for the school mascot.

:laughing::laughing::laughing:

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