Good Days, Good Memories

[theoldwolf]

Last few days have been very nice. Saw my grandkids, took the golden retreiver for a beautiful walk up in the hills, the last warm days of Indian Summer. That evening I carted medotter, a friend of hers and her recently re-found husky/shep mix down to Spring City where they are staying at Windwalker Ranch, stopping at the 80th birthday party (and 60th anniversary fête) of my ex-father-in-law to wish him well and gronff some fine vittles. The drive was pleasant, the weather beautiful. At 6500 feet it was around 70 degrees at 9:00 PM, harbinger of a winter storm to come.

Sure enough, today cold rain enveloped the valley, there will be snow in the mountains. Reading the paper after Church I noticed the obituary of a professor I had had in 1971 - he was one of those rare Jimmy Stewart / It's a Wonderful Life people you never forget, one who had a certain something about them that let you know they truly cared about everyone that crossed their path. The funeral home was only half a mile from my apartment, so I went out in the cool autumn evening to pay my respects.

Tonight I fixed gyooza and miso shiru for dinner. Full and happy.

Comments

[deckardcanine.livejournal.com]

Medotter? Is that a species of bush related to the medaddy?

[ccdesan.livejournal.com]

[carlfoxmarten]

Makes me wonder what I'll do when my instructors pass away.

Most of my instructors I've really enjoyed, so I'm pretty sure I'd miss them when they're gone and would try to attend their funerals if I knew about them.

I suppose I shouldn't dwell on this sort of thing too long, I can get too depressed to work on my assignments and that's not going to be a good thing...
(see my latest journal entry on what I'm supposed to be doing now)

[r-caton.livejournal.com]

There's a few folks from my first employer I'd like to see - to apologise for being such a pain then....
But I know for a fact that some of the guys I worked with then are dead.. others were so old then that they are probably dead (Mum always used to talk about one of her teachers that she reckopned ruined her schooling because she hated mum.... not all memories are Mr Chips ones)
According to the web, one guy who I used to talk to and get lifts from got done under the Official Secrets Act...Lor Lummy! The sites on the subject provided an interesting real interpretation of events we talked about then....

[ccdesan.livejournal.com]

Aye I'm wif yer... this was a pleasant memory, but there are some who are dead and gone whose graves I'd be more than pleased to piss on (to my eternal discredit, but there ye go...)

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Pádraig and Sean grew up together and were lifelong friends. One day in a fit of melancholy, Sean asked Pádraig for a favor. "Anything Sean, anything ye wish. It's done."

"Well, under me bed is a box containing a bottle of the finest whiskey in all of Ireland. Bottled the year I was born it was. After I die, and they plant me in the ground, I want you to pour that fine whiskey over me grave so it might soak into me bones and I'll be able to enjoy it for all eternity."

Pádraig was overcome by the beauty and in the true Irish spirit of his friend's request, he asked, "Aye, tis a fine thing you ask of me, and I will pour the whiskey. But, do you mind if I pass it through me kidneys first?"