How goes it?
Not too bad. That ####s scary sometimes with the steep stuff. Was out in the rain without my rainjacket like an idiot and caught a cold. Unfortunately today was the ####tiest day weather wise in a while so i get to be sick and look like a shirker
Hmmmm...can you walk?
Yeah, snow level way down, dang near to the valley floor this morning.
You need some fancy tin pants and a jacket so you don't have to remember the crappy rubber gear.
Yeah, i guess i figured running a skidder with a head full of cold mung was a bad call
Now THAT, is a dad answer.
Yup, every once in awhile I catch myself sounding just like my Dad. LOL...that's not always a good thing.
Well the more I resisted Dads takes when I was young, the more I find myself using them today.
ain't it sumthin how we now see the ol man was right. wish I listened to him 25 years ago.
Well the more I resisted Dads takes when I was young, the more I find myself using them today.
LOL...My Dad was amazing. When I got to be about twelve he started getting really dumb. On into my teens he got dumber, and more stodgy, and more old fashioned, and more critical and less willing to change with every passing year.
He hit his absolute low about the time I got out of high school and nothing he said or did made much sense or was listened to, either.
But, funny thing...as I got into my 20s he started getting smarter again. Every year from then on he got progressively more intelligent and the things he said and did made more sense. His criticism was just his way of explaining what was wrong and being slow to change was just caution and good judgement. He wasn't really dumb, he just didn't believe in talking if he had nothing to say.
By the time I was in my 40s I realized that the man was a genius. Well, maybe not a genius, but he sure turned out to have been right about a lot of things. Right about most things, really.
Occasionally he'd remind me of that, too.
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