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What are you doing right now??

It's that time

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I always have, but these days my back barks at me pretty hard. Got pretty good at felling BIG boys right where I wanted them to land.
dropped a few bigguns myself. tornado took this one down, it was about 8 feet across. past that knot was the main trunk. that's me standing. i had a pic of it with that other guy standing next to the trunk but guess it's gone

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Hey guys,

I'm glad to see most everyone enjoying life. I bet you'd be a great bunch to hang out with.

Today Mrs. BassCliff and I took lunch over to feed the kids and grandkids, visited for a while. Then I went to church to play Saturday evening service with the worship team. I'll be back at church first thing in the morning to make more joyful noise at both Sunday services. It's Palm Sunday. All the little church kids will be carrying palm leaves around the isles while we sing "Hosanna" (God saves us), reenacting Jesus triumphant entry into Jerusalem. I'll also be playing on Good Friday. Next Sunday is Easter. He is risen!

I might have to call a plumber to fix a little leak in my basement, or pray for a miracle. ;)


Thank you for your indulgence,

BassCliff
 
In my best Arkysawian literary prose, I recount this evening with my wife as we prepare for our night's slumber:
"Verily I say unto you good woman, do not haste with the application of your CPAP sleep mask for better breathing. Your efforts were easily betrayed by personal dialogue that could have waited until the morn. For you see, a fart containing the culinary souls of four bbq chicken legs and a belly full of Coors Light had entered our bed chamber unbeknownst to you. And upon reaching your second wind to talk, my first wind of silent deceit overtook you. Breaths were taken, lives were threatened, thoughts were lost, lessons were learned, and sleep was had after many accusatory and slanderous names were rightfully cast upon me"..... The End.
 
In my best Arkysawian literary prose, I recount this evening with my wife as we prepare for our night's slumber:
"Verily I say unto you good woman, do not haste with the application of your CPAP sleep mask for better breathing. Your efforts were easily betrayed by personal dialogue that could have waited until the morn. For you see, a fart containing the culinary souls of four bbq chicken legs and a belly full of Coors Light had entered our bed chamber unbeknownst to you. And upon reaching your second wind to talk, my first wind of silent deceit overtook you. Breaths were taken, lives were threatened, thoughts were lost, lessons were learned, and sleep was had after many accusatory and slanderous names were rightfully cast upon me"..... The End.
"A fart containing culinary souls of four bbq chicken legs and a belly full of Coors"......

Your artful prose illuminates an awesome talent for figurative clarity. I bow to your command of the language.😃
 
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