Rich Flammer's Blog, page 2

Attention to Detail

I’m a bit of a digital hoarder, so when I happen upon a picture I find and like online, I grab it, and typically put it into one of the folders on Photos on my iPad. I’ve had this one for years, a true classic. Cute, funny, calming in a strange way sort of way and just totally impossible to not like unless you’re a true Scrooge, Hitler or Attila the Hun…

So when I went to use it in a PowerPoint for a composting training session, I realized, after it was uploaded in full resolution, the dog was standing at full attention, rather than in a fully relaxed state of being, if you know what I’m saying (see picture). So I had to Photoshop the woody out, and the saying, “the devil (or God), is in the details.” At ease soldier.

 

My Dad’s 94 and Lost his License

No, they didn’t take it away from him. He physically lost it. Under the couch cushion, went through the wash and delaminated into a million pieces, fell out of his pocket at the Fireman’s Fair (yes, he still goes to carnivals, casinos and even plays golf)… Not sure.

But when he told me he lost it, I could only think, and started to say, “Well dad, maybe that’s not such a bad thing, I mean…” But his hearing aid likely wasn’t turned up, because mid-sentence he said, “Couldn’t find the damned thing anywhere. So I had to go to the DMV and they gave me a new one.”

Last time I was home I left his house a few minutes before him, took a right down a side street, and waited for him to come driving past. When he did, I pulled out behind him and followed his car to our destination, a restaurant about 5 miles away. If I saw a few close calls, I was prepared to bring the hammer down. “Dad, give up that woobie. I need to take your license away.”

But alas, he could still drive! DMV made the right call, and I could rest that night knowing he was safe motoring around the Jersey Shore, stepmom in tow, riding shotgun and pointing out the pitfalls, and opportunities… “That’s Snookie! Run her down!”

 

I Like Groaners

Not sure why I like stupid jokes. I like not-so-stupid ones too, but aren’t they all kinda stupid? I’m not going to post any here, but out of pure laziness, I will try to entertain you with a few cartoons I really like. Next time I’ll include a groaner or two…

Fall Time Change = Camping

The sun slides into the Pacific and you crack a beer. Eat dinner, crack another, watch some TV, surf around online, sip a tequila, maybe eat some chips… Now another beer but hey, it’s late, almost time for bed and you’re thinking a little nightcap to help you sleep. Then you look at the clock.

6:05! WTF. It’s been dark for a couple of hours and it feels like 10:30, but it’s just a little past six. It’s just like camping. What, go to bed at 7 and pop up wide awake at 1:30 a.m., not knowing what to do?

So you have to stay up a few more hours, but you’re already pooped and ready to hit the hay. This time change thing really blows. Who needs the extra light in the morning? Can’t imagine living in Alaska.

First Post

Welcome to my blog. I’m kind of new at this. I have a lot to say but not much time to say it, but that could change I guess. I’m involved in lots of things and am thankful for all of the great family, friends and opportunities I have. The ability to purchase enough food to eat well, a roof over my head and a comfy bed are true blessings in a world where two-thirds of the people that live here don’t have access to a bathroom or toilet.

I don’t think there will be any central theme to this blog, although I could certainly choose to have one. Perhaps one will evolve, but for now, I’d just like to share my thoughts, interests and work in an open and random manner. I feel passionate about a lot of things, but I’m not fanatical about anything. Well, maybe composting, tequila, true craft beers and music. I like to write too. And bike riding, clamming, body surfing, woodworking, playing horseshoes and basketball, reading, gardening and traveling for pleasure, but not for work. And jokes that fall into the category of “groaners.” And golf, but I really suck at it. And that’s it. I swear.

Welcome aboard.

~Rich

p.s. How the heck do I post this thing? Or do people just find it somehow?