On 6/13/2016 6:30 AM, songbird wrote:
> George Shirley wrote:
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>> I've got a tractor seat on four wheels and the front wheels swivel.
>> Still way to high up without my pot belly getting in the way.
>>
>> I may design some raised beds that can have a seat that goes around
>> them. That way I can reach two feet in on any side and, by going around
>> the bed, I can get at everything. It would probably be expensive so it
>> won't happen. Once you're retired you have to start watching where the
>> bucks go. Happily we own our house and both cars outright plus have
>> saved a dollar or two over the years. I just don't want to outlive my
>> money. My Mom came from abject poverty and I've heard all the bad
>> stories. Don't want any of that.
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> i would like to put large square bins on rails and
> then i could remote control everything like the model
> railroaders. bring any needed bin through the station
> to get watered and weeded then send it back out.
>
> think that would be expensive? haha. yes, i know
> it would be.
>
> plus, it divorces the topsoil from the subsoil and
> you lose all the benefits of the soil community. to
> do it well you'd need about 1x1x2m and that's a lot
> of weight... nah, i'll stick with the ground pillows.
>
> i grew up poor too, but didn't notice it much until
> others were sure to point it out and treat us badly
> for it too. i live a simple life and keep expenses
> low. hope to never have to work full-time again.
> enjoying my time off now.
We weren't poor by any course, Dad was a top operator in a refinery and
made what was good money back then. We had ten acres of paid for land, a
three bedroom home we built ourselves from old Navy housing from WWII.
We had critters like a cow, a mule for plowing, pigs, and chickens plus
rabbits for other meat. Everyone worked at something beside the farming,
etc. I worked in a grocery/filling station from age 12 to about 15. If
you wanted money in my family you had to work to get it. Some people my
age look at me strangely when I say I had a job at 12. I made 25 cents
an hour but grown men mostly made a dollar an hour back then. I made
sure my kids didn't get an allowance, they got jobs. Mowing old peoples
lawns, growing a patch of whatever they thought they could sell, etc.
Daughter was cleaning people's homes for 25 cents an hour to get
spending money. Both of our kids grew up to be professional people,
daughter in teaching, son started out as a purchasing agent for a
hospital and now is an assistant director of the hospital. So they
absorbed the will to work and have done well. We're very proud of them
and happy that we taught them to be good workers.

Good news, it ain't raining right now. <BSEG>

George
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>> I keep telling the great grands that I might have to sell one or two of
>> them to the Gypsies if necessary. They still give me hugs.
>
> easier to catch that ways!
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> songbird
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