Friday, May 05, 2006
Recumbent
This is a picture of the recumbent trike I just ordered. I am having it custom made by hand in San Diego by
Sid Gowdy
American Cruiser Company
619-281-6720
Authorized Currie Electric Power Dealer
www.AmeriCruiser.com
TriCruiser2000@aol.com
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IMPOSING
The old man lay on the couch wondering what he was going to do. He was retired now for 10 months and the social security wasn’t enough for him to hire a handyman to fix up and paint a few spots on the house. He had tried to cut the lawn and repair the plumbing but he tired rapidly because of the lingering effects of his bypass operation so he let those things slide.
There was a soft knock at the door. When he answered it he saw a big, dark-skinned, foreign looking man who wanted to do the yard work. “No.” The old man said. “I will get my grandchildren to do it. They want to do something for an old man. Keep it in the family you know.”
He hobbled back over to the broken-down, checkered couch. His back hurt. He knew it was from lying on that stupid couch watching too much “TV.”
He was forbidden to lie on his son, the professor’s couch, even after he had driven the 45 miles to Orem to see him, so he had decided not to go there any more. All he usually did, anyway, was sit on the couch and take pictures of his grandkids with his digital camera. Now he wouldn’t even be able to do that.
Darrell remembered that he had a dvd disk being copied in his computer and since there was nothing good on TV, he hobbled into his computer room.
After four of his sons and one daughter moved out they put the last son in a room in the basement and divided up the three, unused bedrooms into: a computer room for him; A second computer room/sewing room for his wife of 45 years, Martha; and a playroom and extra bedroom for guests. Mainly this third room was used as a retreat for his wife when he snored too loudly or for him when his last son, Edmund was practicing with his band in the garage while Martha was at Wal-Mart being a greeter.
The dvd tray was out indicating that the disk had been successfully copied. “16 Blocks” was now in his growing movie collection. He wondered if Bruce Willis let his father lie on his couch. Bruce was too busy shooting bad guys to care probably. Len Randolph was doing the weather and Edmund had just arrived home from his job as assistant manager at the local Ream’s food store.
The old man was weeping. The TV was showing images of hundreds of people in Australia laying flowers next to the gates of the Zoo where Steve Irwin worked before he was killed yesterday by a giant stingray.
Darrell was crying again. Dr, House on "House MD", treated a paralyzed man and cured him with a shot of cortisone, as a last resort, as he was being wheeled out of the hospital by his care-giving wife.
The telephone rang. It was Martha calling from her lunch break. She always did about this time. “Hi, Sweetheart. Did I tell you that Bob and Charlotte are coming over tomorrow? They are going to bring Denise and Bart and they are going to paint the house for the inspection. They are also bringing. Tyra and Carla. Adam is coming from Alpine and Edmund will help too.”
Suddenly, the old man didn’t feel so sad anymore.
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The old man lay on the couch wondering what he was going to do. He was retired now for 10 months and the social security wasn’t enough for him to hire a handyman to fix up and paint a few spots on the house. He had tried to cut the lawn and repair the plumbing but he tired rapidly because of the lingering effects of his bypass operation so he let those things slide.
There was a soft knock at the door. When he answered it he saw a big, dark-skinned, foreign looking man who wanted to do the yard work. “No.” The old man said. “I will get my grandchildren to do it. They want to do something for an old man. Keep it in the family you know.”
He hobbled back over to the broken-down, checkered couch. His back hurt. He knew it was from lying on that stupid couch watching too much “TV.”
He was forbidden to lie on his son, the professor’s couch, even after he had driven the 45 miles to Orem to see him, so he had decided not to go there any more. All he usually did, anyway, was sit on the couch and take pictures of his grandkids with his digital camera. Now he wouldn’t even be able to do that.
Darrell remembered that he had a dvd disk being copied in his computer and since there was nothing good on TV, he hobbled into his computer room.
After four of his sons and one daughter moved out they put the last son in a room in the basement and divided up the three, unused bedrooms into: a computer room for him; A second computer room/sewing room for his wife of 45 years, Martha; and a playroom and extra bedroom for guests. Mainly this third room was used as a retreat for his wife when he snored too loudly or for him when his last son, Edmund was practicing with his band in the garage while Martha was at Wal-Mart being a greeter.
The dvd tray was out indicating that the disk had been successfully copied. “16 Blocks” was now in his growing movie collection. He wondered if Bruce Willis let his father lie on his couch. Bruce was too busy shooting bad guys to care probably. Len Randolph was doing the weather and Edmund had just arrived home from his job as assistant manager at the local Ream’s food store.
The old man was weeping. The TV was showing images of hundreds of people in Australia laying flowers next to the gates of the Zoo where Steve Irwin worked before he was killed yesterday by a giant stingray.
Darrell was crying again. Dr, House on "House MD", treated a paralyzed man and cured him with a shot of cortisone, as a last resort, as he was being wheeled out of the hospital by his care-giving wife.
The telephone rang. It was Martha calling from her lunch break. She always did about this time. “Hi, Sweetheart. Did I tell you that Bob and Charlotte are coming over tomorrow? They are going to bring Denise and Bart and they are going to paint the house for the inspection. They are also bringing. Tyra and Carla. Adam is coming from Alpine and Edmund will help too.”
Suddenly, the old man didn’t feel so sad anymore.
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