What Did You Do Today? What are you doing today? v.2.0

[GNTLGNT]

Tonight is my one evening off this week and the wife has a list of things she wants done for her. All I want to do is veg out. Friday evening I have to go to a dinner for my daughter in college. She and other students are being recognized for distinguished honors work in the university’s College of Arts and Sciences. At least the menu sounds good and thankfully there will be a cash bar.

 

[DiO'Bolic]

Had an excellent dinner at nerdfest Friday evening... aka the Annual Science Honors Banquet.

 

[Sundrop]

Had an excellent dinner at nerdfest Friday evening... aka the Annual Science Honors Banquet.

Congrats again to your daughter!!

How did the lanternfly killing go?

 

[DiO'Bolic]

Congrats again to your daughter!!

How did the lanternfly killing go?

Thanks. Also found out Friday she’s graduating summa cum laude, but she didn’t think it was important enough to tell us.

Most of what we had turned out to be a fungus – lechin, and not laternfly egg sacs. A couple of trees had laternfly eggs… but no more.

 

[Spideyman]

Thanks. Also found out Friday she’s graduating summa cum laude, but she didn’t think it was important enough to tell us.

Most of what we had turned out to be a fungus – lechin, and not laternfly egg sacs. A couple of trees had laternfly eggs… but no more.

Congrats to your daughter. Amazing all she is doing in life.
Glad to hear infestation was not bad. Keep eye out for anything developing.

 

[DiO'Bolic]

Congrats to your daughter. Amazing all she is doing in life.
Glad to hear infestation was not bad. Keep eye out for anything developing.

Thanks.

I received several coasters in the mail from Pennsylvania’s wine producers and beer producers, with alerts printed on them to the devistation the Spotted laternfly is heaping on grapes and hops in our state. Wine and beer lovers here might be in for a rough ride.

 

[swiftdog2.0]

Finished my Marketing course last night. We did our team presentations and I submitted my team's marketing plan. Grades should be out in a week or so.

Now we have a a short two week break before starting the next course, Operations and Supply Chain Management. This one will not be fun as we have the same professor as we had for our Managerial Accounting class. She's tough.

 

[Spideyman]

Finished my Marketing course last night. We did our team presentations and I submitted my team's marketing plan. Grades should be out in a week or so.

Now we have a a short two week break before starting the next course, Operations and Supply Chain Management. This one will not be fun as we have the same professor as we had for our Managerial Accounting class. She's tough.

So proud of the work you have put/ are putting into these course. Hugs for BrodyDog-- is he being good?

 

[swiftdog2.0]

So proud of the work you have put/ are putting into these course. Hugs for BrodyDog-- is he being good?

Thanks!

BrodyDog is good! He's anxiously awaiting his May BarkBox

 

[Spideyman]

Thanks!

BrodyDog is good! He's anxiously awaiting his May BarkBox

Hope it is filled with lots of goodies

 

[Dana Jean]

My yard is finally, --after 4 years of neglect -- returning to the normal, beautiful yard I once had. I have ripped out a ton of mature landscaping, I have gotten rid of knick knack garden things (things I loved, but just too much, bordering on old lady yard.) . Now everything is looking clean and fresh and organized. And my chi is feeling great. Sitting on my back patio every single day, loving my yard, loving the breeze and the trees and my flowers.

On the downside, my quail are super pissed off at me. I have rezoned their neighborhood and they are seriously ticked off. I had a daddy quail screeching at me one day as I cleaned an area. But note, I cleaned most of this through the winter and just some this spring BEFORE they could lay their eggs.

But, one spot I didn't get to in time. I was headed that way a couple days ago and watched a mommy and daddy quail duck their heads and go in. After I watched them leave, I then looked and yep, a nest of eggs. So, I will leave that area alone until they can get these kids raised. I am a very good landlord.

 

[DiO'Bolic]

I decided to add safflower to one of my wild birdseed mixes. We’re now getting Rose-Breasted Grossbeaks. Unfortunately stafflower also seems to attract brown-headed cowbirds and grackles. If you thought deadlights were terrifying you should see the eyes on a grackle. Also, a tree swallow couple has moved into our bluebird box. It good as we still get bluebirds in our yard from the pair that have set up home in the in neighbors yard.

Groosbeak

Tree swallow

 

[Grandpa]

Today, I mourn. If you're a FB friend, you may have already read this.
__________

A friend takes ill, and you want to be there, but visitations aren't the order of the day. The family sets up a CaringBridge account, which isn't a good sign. But you stay on top of the news and talk with mutual friends about the sudden onset and hope desperately for the best. You look for the day when you can clink beer cans with him and say, "Boy, wasn't that a scare."

Your friend is one with a ready smile and laugh, bereft of ego, entirely generous, completely devoted to the loving family that he nurtured so well. The friend is an avid outdoorsman, which you wouldn't guess from his appearance, but he's spent his share of time traipsing, camping, fishing, and hunting through the back country of his beloved Rocky Mountains.

He's wonderfully sharp, a stalwart of his profession and a willing resource for others. It seems like there no area, no minutiae, in his corner of business that he doesn't know about, yet he would be the last one to call himself a fixture in his field. But everyone else knows otherwise.

And then as you get ready for bed, you get one more CaringBridge notification and read the awful news. It's too stunning to react outwardly, although that will come later. You make some calls so other friends hear it personally. No one wants to talk much because you've all been talking in grim, quiet tones about it for the last few days. You exchange a few words and click off to process the unthinkable.

About all that is left for the night is to try to impress upon people what an understated but wonderful presence this man was for so many people and how his passing leaves a hole in the fabric of humanity that cannot be mended, only worked around.

Bill Fischer, husband, father, friend, attorney, outdoorsman, community contributor, and stellar human being, unconditional in the love and friendship that he radiated and received back in full measure because we had no other choice for such a man.

We miss you already, dear friend.

 

[Spideyman]

Today, I mourn. If you're a FB friend, you may have already read this.
__________

A friend takes ill, and you want to be there, but visitations aren't the order of the day. The family sets up a CaringBridge account, which isn't a good sign. But you stay on top of the news and talk with mutual friends about the sudden onset and hope desperately for the best. You look for the day when you can clink beer cans with him and say, "Boy, wasn't that a scare."

Your friend is one with a ready smile and laugh, bereft of ego, entirely generous, completely devoted to the loving family that he nurtured so well. The friend is an avid outdoorsman, which you wouldn't guess from his appearance, but he's spent his share of time traipsing, camping, fishing, and hunting through the back country of his beloved Rocky Mountains.

He's wonderfully sharp, a stalwart of his profession and a willing resource for others. It seems like there no area, no minutiae, in his corner of business that he doesn't know about, yet he would be the last one to call himself a fixture in his field. But everyone else knows otherwise.

And then as you get ready for bed, you get one more CaringBridge notification and read the awful news. It's too stunning to react outwardly, although that will come later. You make some calls so other friends hear it personally. No one wants to talk much because you've all been talking in grim, quiet tones about it for the last few days. You exchange a few words and click off to process the unthinkable.

About all that is left for the night is to try to impress upon people what an understated but wonderful presence this man was for so many people and how his passing leaves a hole in the fabric of humanity that cannot be mended, only worked around.

Bill Fischer, husband, father, friend, attorney, outdoorsman, community contributor, and stellar human being, unconditional in the love and friendship that he radiated and received back in full measure because we had no other choice for such a man.

We miss you already, dear friend.

So sorry to hear this news. My sincere condolences. A candle will be lit for your friend and prayers said for his family and friends. May he now rest in peace. Please, take care of you. I send you calming vibes.

 

[Moderator]

Today, I mourn. If you're a FB friend, you may have already read this.
__________

A friend takes ill, and you want to be there, but visitations aren't the order of the day. The family sets up a CaringBridge account, which isn't a good sign. But you stay on top of the news and talk with mutual friends about the sudden onset and hope desperately for the best. You look for the day when you can clink beer cans with him and say, "Boy, wasn't that a scare."

Your friend is one with a ready smile and laugh, bereft of ego, entirely generous, completely devoted to the loving family that he nurtured so well. The friend is an avid outdoorsman, which you wouldn't guess from his appearance, but he's spent his share of time traipsing, camping, fishing, and hunting through the back country of his beloved Rocky Mountains.

He's wonderfully sharp, a stalwart of his profession and a willing resource for others. It seems like there no area, no minutiae, in his corner of business that he doesn't know about, yet he would be the last one to call himself a fixture in his field. But everyone else knows otherwise.

And then as you get ready for bed, you get one more CaringBridge notification and read the awful news. It's too stunning to react outwardly, although that will come later. You make some calls so other friends hear it personally. No one wants to talk much because you've all been talking in grim, quiet tones about it for the last few days. You exchange a few words and click off to process the unthinkable.

About all that is left for the night is to try to impress upon people what an understated but wonderful presence this man was for so many people and how his passing leaves a hole in the fabric of humanity that cannot be mended, only worked around.

Bill Fischer, husband, father, friend, attorney, outdoorsman, community contributor, and stellar human being, unconditional in the love and friendship that he radiated and received back in full measure because we had no other choice for such a man.

We miss you already, dear friend.

So sorry for your loss.

 

[cat in a bag]

Today, I mourn. If you're a FB friend, you may have already read this.
__________

A friend takes ill, and you want to be there, but visitations aren't the order of the day. The family sets up a CaringBridge account, which isn't a good sign. But you stay on top of the news and talk with mutual friends about the sudden onset and hope desperately for the best. You look for the day when you can clink beer cans with him and say, "Boy, wasn't that a scare."

Your friend is one with a ready smile and laugh, bereft of ego, entirely generous, completely devoted to the loving family that he nurtured so well. The friend is an avid outdoorsman, which you wouldn't guess from his appearance, but he's spent his share of time traipsing, camping, fishing, and hunting through the back country of his beloved Rocky Mountains.

He's wonderfully sharp, a stalwart of his profession and a willing resource for others. It seems like there no area, no minutiae, in his corner of business that he doesn't know about, yet he would be the last one to call himself a fixture in his field. But everyone else knows otherwise.

And then as you get ready for bed, you get one more CaringBridge notification and read the awful news. It's too stunning to react outwardly, although that will come later. You make some calls so other friends hear it personally. No one wants to talk much because you've all been talking in grim, quiet tones about it for the last few days. You exchange a few words and click off to process the unthinkable.

About all that is left for the night is to try to impress upon people what an understated but wonderful presence this man was for so many people and how his passing leaves a hole in the fabric of humanity that cannot be mended, only worked around.

Bill Fischer, husband, father, friend, attorney, outdoorsman, community contributor, and stellar human being, unconditional in the love and friendship that he radiated and received back in full measure because we had no other choice for such a man.

We miss you already, dear friend.

I am sorry for your loss.

 

[Dana Jean]

Today, I mourn. If you're a FB friend, you may have already read this.
__________

A friend takes ill, and you want to be there, but visitations aren't the order of the day. The family sets up a CaringBridge account, which isn't a good sign. But you stay on top of the news and talk with mutual friends about the sudden onset and hope desperately for the best. You look for the day when you can clink beer cans with him and say, "Boy, wasn't that a scare."

Your friend is one with a ready smile and laugh, bereft of ego, entirely generous, completely devoted to the loving family that he nurtured so well. The friend is an avid outdoorsman, which you wouldn't guess from his appearance, but he's spent his share of time traipsing, camping, fishing, and hunting through the back country of his beloved Rocky Mountains.

He's wonderfully sharp, a stalwart of his profession and a willing resource for others. It seems like there no area, no minutiae, in his corner of business that he doesn't know about, yet he would be the last one to call himself a fixture in his field. But everyone else knows otherwise.

And then as you get ready for bed, you get one more CaringBridge notification and read the awful news. It's too stunning to react outwardly, although that will come later. You make some calls so other friends hear it personally. No one wants to talk much because you've all been talking in grim, quiet tones about it for the last few days. You exchange a few words and click off to process the unthinkable.

About all that is left for the night is to try to impress upon people what an understated but wonderful presence this man was for so many people and how his passing leaves a hole in the fabric of humanity that cannot be mended, only worked around.

Bill Fischer, husband, father, friend, attorney, outdoorsman, community contributor, and stellar human being, unconditional in the love and friendship that he radiated and received back in full measure because we had no other choice for such a man.

We miss you already, dear friend.

Your world just got a little less shiny. I'm so sorry.

 

[king family fan]

Today, I mourn. If you're a FB friend, you may have already read this.
__________

A friend takes ill, and you want to be there, but visitations aren't the order of the day. The family sets up a CaringBridge account, which isn't a good sign. But you stay on top of the news and talk with mutual friends about the sudden onset and hope desperately for the best. You look for the day when you can clink beer cans with him and say, "Boy, wasn't that a scare."

Your friend is one with a ready smile and laugh, bereft of ego, entirely generous, completely devoted to the loving family that he nurtured so well. The friend is an avid outdoorsman, which you wouldn't guess from his appearance, but he's spent his share of time traipsing, camping, fishing, and hunting through the back country of his beloved Rocky Mountains.

He's wonderfully sharp, a stalwart of his profession and a willing resource for others. It seems like there no area, no minutiae, in his corner of business that he doesn't know about, yet he would be the last one to call himself a fixture in his field. But everyone else knows otherwise.

And then as you get ready for bed, you get one more CaringBridge notification and read the awful news. It's too stunning to react outwardly, although that will come later. You make some calls so other friends hear it personally. No one wants to talk much because you've all been talking in grim, quiet tones about it for the last few days. You exchange a few words and click off to process the unthinkable.

About all that is left for the night is to try to impress upon people what an understated but wonderful presence this man was for so many people and how his passing leaves a hole in the fabric of humanity that cannot be mended, only worked around.

Bill Fischer, husband, father, friend, attorney, outdoorsman, community contributor, and stellar human being, unconditional in the love and friendship that he radiated and received back in full measure because we had no other choice for such a man.

We miss you already, dear friend.

Sorry for your loss.

 

[do1you9love?]

(((Grandpa)))

 

[GNTLGNT]

Today, I mourn. If you're a FB friend, you may have already read this.
__________

A friend takes ill, and you want to be there, but visitations aren't the order of the day. The family sets up a CaringBridge account, which isn't a good sign. But you stay on top of the news and talk with mutual friends about the sudden onset and hope desperately for the best. You look for the day when you can clink beer cans with him and say, "Boy, wasn't that a scare."

Your friend is one with a ready smile and laugh, bereft of ego, entirely generous, completely devoted to the loving family that he nurtured so well. The friend is an avid outdoorsman, which you wouldn't guess from his appearance, but he's spent his share of time traipsing, camping, fishing, and hunting through the back country of his beloved Rocky Mountains.

He's wonderfully sharp, a stalwart of his profession and a willing resource for others. It seems like there no area, no minutiae, in his corner of business that he doesn't know about, yet he would be the last one to call himself a fixture in his field. But everyone else knows otherwise.

And then as you get ready for bed, you get one more CaringBridge notification and read the awful news. It's too stunning to react outwardly, although that will come later. You make some calls so other friends hear it personally. No one wants to talk much because you've all been talking in grim, quiet tones about it for the last few days. You exchange a few words and click off to process the unthinkable.

About all that is left for the night is to try to impress upon people what an understated but wonderful presence this man was for so many people and how his passing leaves a hole in the fabric of humanity that cannot be mended, only worked around.

Bill Fischer, husband, father, friend, attorney, outdoorsman, community contributor, and stellar human being, unconditional in the love and friendship that he radiated and received back in full measure because we had no other choice for such a man.

We miss you already, dear friend.

….My sympathy for the passing of this good man...he can now traipse about the clearing at the end of the path, and not have the earthly weight bearing him down...may you all have peace, and remember the love and not the loss.....