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@Frank F. I started feeling the enlightenment around 50. I reached a point where I didn't need to prove anything to anyone. Shortly thereafter my kids made it clear they had no interest in continuing the business my wife and I had worked so hard to build, so we initiated our retirement plans, sold the business and retired at 57. The next 2 years were spent mostly on finishing up our retirement home, and goofing off. Then my wife had a freak minor back injury, which ultimately led to a diagnosis of an incurable blood cancer diagnosis. We were fortunate in that her oncologist had experience in treating this paticular cancer and was associated with one of the top researchers in the field. Between the two despite an 18-24 month initial expectancy she is still here going on 9 years later. Her doctor's advice throughout has been to live now, do now, advice we've followed ever since, as we know one day she will likely run out of treatment options barring a cure.

In all things we follow moderation, rather than forever depriving ourselves. My grandmothers lived well into their 90s. No canola oil for them, they used lard, served red meat, pork, bacon, eggs, and whole "fresh" milk. They were constantly up and moving either inside or in the yard or garden. By comparison my father died at 62 a victim of cancer brought on by environment, and my mother at 66, a victim of a heart attack brought on by what I believe was a sedentary lifestyle (she worked at a desk her whole life).

I am a firm believer that our environment is the limiting factor in one's life span. The air we breathe, the food we eat, and the water we drink all have contaminants that weren't there 50 years ago. So we're in a race of sorts, as medical discoveries have the potential to increase our age, the new contaminants we are exposed to, take away. I'm fine with pacing myself for the time I have left.
 
I do what I feel makes sense to me, is important to me and I feel what others think or say or do is not important as long as I live in congruence with my inner form.

I suspect I am older than you but I discovered this several years ago. Some call eccentric, I call it I don't give a s***. At the end of the day if I'm happy with myself, its a good day. As to diet, I've given up just about all my sinful indulgences, except food. If I have to give up the foods I enjoy just to live another day, well....Id rather die happy with a full belly. I do however follow moderation, and enjoy walking the woods daily. Life is good most days.


I feel that with 40 I understood what it is all about, with 50 I had fought my way to a point that I can really do what I know, at 51 I feel a growing independence. I do not have to prove anything to anybody. Not even to myself.

Smoke: if you start to **** blood and have pain in all joints and all the medication your doctors give you only cause more trouble one starts to think about replacing one joy with another. I enjoy a bunch of seasonally changing vegetables more than I used to enjoy any indulgence that later led to the above trouble. It is like enjoying finer things. A tantric 30 minute orgasm can be a better choice than a 30 second steam ram orgasm which must not be a bad thing at all. It is just like that with a good vegetable soup compared to a hit and run burger menu...
What the hell ... ??? LOL Love you Frank.
 
That possibly does not make much sense to you, does it?

Do you really think folks here are not capable of understanding? Or did this just come out more abrasive than you meant it?


No. I am not sure sometimes if my world differs much from other people's world. My hope is that people on this planet do not differ so much. This I see as a chance for peace in the long run.

But in other moments I feel my way is very different from other people's world
Frank has/had some severe health issues, which he has solved holistically and generally by his own hand. Gary tips his hat for his success.

Instead of relying on traditional western medicines of drugs and pill, which in Frank's case caused a chain reaction of more drugs and pills to counter the effects of the previous drugs and pills, ad infinitum ... Frank did his own research and resolved much of his issues with diet and exercise. Which, according to many of my physician friends, in general, diet and exercise is the only "cure" for a chronic ailment. Drugs and pills are mere bandages which will get you through the day. Then comes another day and more drugs and pills.

My hat is off to you Frank. Good job.
 
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Buenos Dias Coffee Hosers. It is a crisp 51F presently, as the dawn is breaking. The weather people stuffed in Gary's phone project 70F by the afternoon. Gary is stuck behind a computer processing theatre images which are long overdue. More than 3,000 image need to be reviewed and culled. Gary has been working over the weekend and is now down to the last folder of 500+ files. Miss Maggie's "garment" arrived on Sunday and it works. It sorta looks like a hospital gown with fitted legs and ties in the back completely covering her underside, (but not the back so she can still do her business without disrobing). It is a fantastic improvement over the cone. She is back to her old PITA self now, as previously she had resigned to life as a conehead and the depression which come with said life.
 
Glad poor Miss Maggie is up and about again.
 
Dave got to work and found that Susan lied or at least sinned by omission to get propane. Spot mopped again. Got almost exactly 1 minute under 4 hours.
I was fully prepared to go get propane but Trish said she'd get someone else to get propane and I could go. My truck does not get hot enough fast enough. It was probably 15 minutes before I got the windshield so I could see through it.
Going to put a light bulb to keep it free of ice for the morning.

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I'm at the plant listening to a bunch of winers. Geez, come on people, life can't be that bad. You get 40 hours a week, decent pay, we cover more than half of your health care. Joe said this, Rick did that, so and so told me this, etc, etc, etc. People can wear on you if you let them. My new moto for the winers is, "I can't speak to that".

I am currently fondling (in my office) my new thrift store find, Nikon F with eye level finder. A little rough but seems to work as intended. Gonna check the shutter speeds by ripping off about a half dozen frames, one stop apart, see if they look as evenly exposed as my FM. Just got done doing a little clean up with some vinegar & water, cleaning up nicely actually.

Already blown past last year's January sales in two weeks. Good start to the new year.
 
Deep down inside I figure people are more alike than different. I would imagine even in Iran there are some fine folks.

Why go so far away in a country you probably know nothing about? Rural and Urban folks tend to be very different and those can be less than 100 Miles apart.
 
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I would imagine even in Iran there are some fine folks.
"Even in Iran"?

Why wouldn't there be? What do you assume about the people of Iran, or outside of the US for that matter?
 
@Frank F. I started feeling the enlightenment around 50. I reached a point where I didn't need to prove anything to anyone. Shortly thereafter my kids made it clear they had no interest in continuing the business my wife and I had worked so hard to build, so we initiated our retirement plans, sold the business and retired at 57. The next 2 years were spent mostly on finishing up our retirement home, and goofing off. Then my wife had a freak minor back injury, which ultimately led to a diagnosis of an incurable blood cancer diagnosis. We were fortunate in that her oncologist had experience in treating this paticular cancer and was associated with one of the top researchers in the field. Between the two despite an 18-24 month initial expectancy she is still here going on 9 years later. Her doctor's advice throughout has been to live now, do now, advice we've followed ever since, as we know one day she will likely run out of treatment options barring a cure.

In all things we follow moderation, rather than forever depriving ourselves. My grandmothers lived well into their 90s. No canola oil for them, they used lard, served red meat, pork, bacon, eggs, and whole "fresh" milk. They were constantly up and moving either inside or in the yard or garden. By comparison my father died at 62 a victim of cancer brought on by environment, and my mother at 66, a victim of a heart attack brought on by what I believe was a sedentary lifestyle (she worked at a desk her whole life).

I am a firm believer that our environment is the limiting factor in one's life span. The air we breathe, the food we eat, and the water we drink all have contaminants that weren't there 50 years ago. So we're in a race of sorts, as medical discoveries have the potential to increase our age, the new contaminants we are exposed to, take away. I'm fine with pacing myself for the time I have left.


I can subscribe to the idea that fate trumps all, esp a healthy lifestyle. Some people have the fate to live long on bad habits, some die young living healthy.

Everyone has to figure out what he likes and can bear. My body cannot bear smoking, so I quit. I cannot bear wheat and milk so I quit them too. I can live good drinking wine but not beer and a cup of coffee is good for me in the morning but a lot of coffee makes me tired. I cannot bear beer. I love grilled pork and can bear it. But I love cheese and cannot bear it. Pity.
 
Well, I wouldn't even go that far for N. Korea. But I am fairly certain there are Iranians who don't love the leader and would make decent Americans.

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Well, I wouldn't even go that far for N. Korea. But I am fairly certain there are Iranians who don't love the leader and would make decent Americans.
The problem with your argument is that you're assuming Americans are the definition of "fine" or "decent".
 
@Frank F. I started feeling the enlightenment around 50. I reached a point where I didn't need to prove anything to anyone. Shortly thereafter my kids made it clear they had no interest in continuing the business my wife and I had worked so hard to build, so we initiated our retirement plans, sold the business and retired at 57. The next 2 years were spent mostly on finishing up our retirement home, and goofing off. Then my wife had a freak minor back injury, which ultimately led to a diagnosis of an incurable blood cancer diagnosis. We were fortunate in that her oncologist had experience in treating this paticular cancer and was associated with one of the top researchers in the field. Between the two despite an 18-24 month initial expectancy she is still here going on 9 years later. Her doctor's advice throughout has been to live now, do now, advice we've followed ever since, as we know one day she will likely run out of treatment options barring a cure.

In all things we follow moderation, rather than forever depriving ourselves. My grandmothers lived well into their 90s. No canola oil for them, they used lard, served red meat, pork, bacon, eggs, and whole "fresh" milk. They were constantly up and moving either inside or in the yard or garden. By comparison my father died at 62 a victim of cancer brought on by environment, and my mother at 66, a victim of a heart attack brought on by what I believe was a sedentary lifestyle (she worked at a desk her whole life).

I am a firm believer that our environment is the limiting factor in one's life span. The air we breathe, the food we eat, and the water we drink all have contaminants that weren't there 50 years ago. So we're in a race of sorts, as medical discoveries have the potential to increase our age, the new contaminants we are exposed to, take away. I'm fine with pacing myself for the time I have left.


I can subscribe to the idea that fate trumps all, esp a healthy lifestyle. Some people have the fate to live long on bad habits, some die young living healthy.

Everyone has to figure out what he likes and can bear. My body cannot bear smoking, so I quit. I cannot bear wheat and milk so I quit them too. I can live good drinking wine but not beer and a cup of coffee is good for me in the morning but a lot of coffee makes me tired. I cannot bear beer. I love grilled pork and can bear it. But I love cheese and cannot bear it. Pity.
Yes it does. I think you met Tom, the physician. He recently had a severe heart attack. He's in his late 40's, if he hadn't have the attack in front of a Fire Station, he'd be dead now. Actually he did die ... but he's not dead anymore. Tom's father had a severe heart attack n his 60's, after a life of smoking and eat fat/greasy foods. Tom is a dedicated cyclist, his attack occurred while on his bike. Tom is Korean and most of his meals are Asian, low fat and more fish than meat. His attack (triple bypass) came decades earlier than his father because of the stress Tom put on his heart. Pumping blood while cycling through the mountains, (Tom lives in Pasadena which rests in the foothills of the San Gabriel Mountains), caused his heart to throw in the towel. Yeah, genes will beat lifestyle.
 
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I can subscribe to the idea that fate trumps all, esp a healthy lifestyle. Some people have the fate to live long on bad habits, some die young living healthy.

Everyone has to figure out what he likes and can bear. My body cannot bear smoking, so I quit. I cannot bear wheat and milk so I quit them too. I can live good drinking wine but not beer and a cup of coffee is good for me in the morning but a lot of coffee makes me tired. I cannot bear beer. I love grilled pork and can bear it. But I love cheese and cannot bear it. Pity.

Fate is always a factor during a normal lifespan. Life insurance actuary tables are a freaky precise science. My comment was more to the upper end of our life. There is a limit where despite our best habits and intentions, the body simply wears out. Granted there are those who exceed the 100 mark, but at what quality of life? I personally want to live to the last second where I can no longer enjoy even the simple things, to have some semblance of a quality of life, at that point I'll say it's been a good run. My father was s a firm believer in that "we each have a time and when it's up that's it". He was a paratrooper in WWII, struck by lighting twice, buried in a bin of corn, turned a tractor over on him, couple of car crashes, trampled by a herd of cattle, and several other mishaps over the years. He always laughed at me for being to cautious, but I always responded "I prefer not to be next to you in case God misses".
 
Well, I wouldn't even go that far for N. Korea. But I am fairly certain there are Iranians who don't love the leader and would make decent Americans.

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Anybody can be an American ... it is more of a state of mind, a conscience and deliberate acceptance of the Constitution and the Declaration of Independence, than a place of birth or being handed a piece of paper.

Believe it or not, but your average Ruskie is very Americani-like in attitudes, humor and ethics.
 

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