I had to wear them when I was working in automotive and primarily with car batteries. The acid from those things are/were brutal. I basically burned the shit out of my hands, had the creams and had to wear the dermals under regular work gloves. That was a long 3 weeks ! Sufficed to say, when it was done, I made sure to wear the rubber gloves provided when working with the acid.
Weird was just talking about wanting a quince tree (very British) to make quince cheese. It's not a real cheese just a thick jelly but goes so well on a cheese board. Sorry about the stigmata btw, flare ups are the worst.
When we first moved there I had to do an image search to figure out what it was. Quince Cheese sounds very interesting, I’d try it 😄🧀 I’m still looking for a more effective stigmata balm. Perhaps quince cheese? 😁
Your approach to green things is adjacent to my approach to insects. Since in Wisconsin we have disease-bearing mosquitoes and ticks, and I am deathly allergic to vespids, I prefer to avoid all contact. I pray for frost.
I miss the benefits of a hard frost or snow to act as a natural pesticide. Our first year in Oregon we brought in a Christmas tree that had flees on it due to the moderate temps! 😬
My high school mascot was the Mustangs. In 11th grade, after football season, I would lead about four other guys into the Bull Run mountains to hunt for ducks & game birds. We were in the 3rd year of Integration & Virginia was known for Massive Resistance to Integration; but I was from N.J. & made friends with black classmates from the baseball & football teams. Greg Lindsay asked to join our hunting expeditions and we picked him up on Saturday mornings before sunrise & he would bring his 12ga. Browning semi-auto shotgun.
I wrote a column for the Mustang newspaper titled, “Hoof Prints by Hannum.” On Thanksgiving morning, we went hunting & saw a large flock of Wild Turkey in a field. I parked my car and we walked quietly, through trees & brush, and got even with the turkeys. Then we charged. We shot and there was a Turkey for each of us. So we shot a Turkey on Thanksgiving Day.
I turned in my bland column on Monday to the Teacher Advisor, in which I provided an inventory of the guys that went hunting, listing what each man shot. Mrs. Niederer reserved the right to set the Headline, but she wanted more. Somehow, she got Greg Lindsey to sit down for an interview. Remember, we ambushed those Turkeys.
On Thursday, the High School newspaper came out & I sat down to read my bland column. Except the advisor had jazzed it up. Somehow, she reported that Greg Lindsay reported that we saw a bunch of Turkeys far off. Then Greg started to call them in, closer & closer until we could shoot them…and absolute, Mark Twain “stretcher.” I ran down Greg, because the advisor’s embellishment was not possibly Greg’s way of relating things. Greg responded that he had not said the things that were credited to me - in my column. Within and hour or two, Greg was a Turkey-calling celebrity - and he was enjoying it. People would ask Greg to demonstrate how he called those turkeys into range. He started providing a very poor Turkey call, but he was enjoying the attention.
The advisors headline: LINDSEY TALKS TURKEY !
By Friday, I had many classmates asking to join our hunting trips & they were calling me the hunting guide. I’m serious, we stalked those Turkeys & ambushed them with a charge.
Greg Lindsey, my friend, never corrected the story. His brother & teammates knew that he didn’t know how to call anything. But in less than a few weeks, Greg adopted the illusion of being a seasoned bird-caller & a new-found respect for what was previously just his three sport skills.
I will never forget how our Faculty advisor was not averse to bending the truth in order to grab a hilarious headline. Greg was all-in & not about to change the story. Sometimes, in the hallways, I would see Greg & request his Turkey call. He would always oblige.
The turkeys in Philomath were, apparently, released by Oregon State University ten years earlier, and have proliferated like crazy. They are the loudest animals I have ever lived near. Apparently if you called the sheriff, they would come out and shoot a bunch of them and then donate the turkeys to the local food bank. That said, I don't know how much the food bank appreciated having to pluck all those turkeys.
New Jersey was down to zero, but Pennsylvania transferred many & they proliferated, in the ‘70s. Today, they leave fields by launching themselves & their tough legs damage many passenger-side rear-view mirrors that drive business for the body shops.
On the way to the beach several years ago, I had to stop so a flock took their time crossing the road.
Aldo Leopold’s Text Book on Game Management instructs how game populations can be well managed be controlling the Welfare Factors & the Control Factors. Hunting seasons & daily bag limits are control factors. Overpopulation will bring disease & predators. There is a good formula to reduce their numbers. Get to know your local game warden!
Poison oak can be so awful, as its cousin, poison ivy, is too. I have a good topical cure for both, but it might not be good to mention in polite company. It's a trick I learned as a garden designer back in Massachusetts when I was exposed to the "poison twins" (aka PTs) frequently. Funny enough, after being exposed to the PTs for years on end, the only place it would manifest would be on the inside of both wrists, regardless of how much of me crawled through the stuff. Segue - What a trial by error in determining what you had, and it sounds like you dodged a bullet by not taking that pill! Life in the far rural northwest sounds dangerous. 😁
lol! I still don’t know what that pill was, but apparently if you survive the pill it cures the thing I didn’t have 😅 I am so cautious out in the woods now you wouldn’t believe it, after that experience!!
I used to live in the country, but the city moved out of town. Our lot is about 4 acres, so I would mow the bulk of it with a small tractor. The pasture had gotten tall, and I was mowing when I heard a noise in the mower. I got off the tractor and found I chopped up a drone. It also must have "run away from home".
"It should be noted that ringworm isn’t actually worms, thank the sweet Lord above." 🤣🤣🤣 Good thing for sure! Loved reading. btw, "itching" for a future post titled "the poison ivy incident of 1985!"
So I'm assuming when people go missing in your town, your alibi is you are a saint who has to wear gloves that don't leave fingerprints?
I have no idea what you’re talking about, Thalia 😅😅😅😅😅
Being from Wisconsin and traveling to Oregon really doesn't help your case either lol
Ain't that the truth. Moving from Dahmer to Green Killer/Ted Bundy Zones
White gloves - dermal gloves !
I had to wear them when I was working in automotive and primarily with car batteries. The acid from those things are/were brutal. I basically burned the shit out of my hands, had the creams and had to wear the dermals under regular work gloves. That was a long 3 weeks ! Sufficed to say, when it was done, I made sure to wear the rubber gloves provided when working with the acid.
I find these gloves to be difficult to wear at night, I don’t know if I could stand it all day. I’m glad yours cleared up, Ken!!
Adam,I just love your sense of humor. Those gloves do look like they belong to Mickey. 😂😂😂
Whew. This story had me so engaged. I was so into it. You could be a comedy writer. I am glad that everything worked out. That sounds scary.
Thanks Amber, that is very nice of you to say, I love writing funny 😄
You’re welcome! It suits you and comes naturally!
Buuuuut, it’s clearly really stigmata
Yes!! Now could you call my dermatologist and tell him that!? 😁
Weird was just talking about wanting a quince tree (very British) to make quince cheese. It's not a real cheese just a thick jelly but goes so well on a cheese board. Sorry about the stigmata btw, flare ups are the worst.
When we first moved there I had to do an image search to figure out what it was. Quince Cheese sounds very interesting, I’d try it 😄🧀 I’m still looking for a more effective stigmata balm. Perhaps quince cheese? 😁
Ha turns out it was the magical cure ;) I normally have a steroid cream if it's bad otherwise just keep hands moisturised after washing seems to work.
Your approach to green things is adjacent to my approach to insects. Since in Wisconsin we have disease-bearing mosquitoes and ticks, and I am deathly allergic to vespids, I prefer to avoid all contact. I pray for frost.
I miss the benefits of a hard frost or snow to act as a natural pesticide. Our first year in Oregon we brought in a Christmas tree that had flees on it due to the moderate temps! 😬
ugh.
My high school mascot was the Mustangs. In 11th grade, after football season, I would lead about four other guys into the Bull Run mountains to hunt for ducks & game birds. We were in the 3rd year of Integration & Virginia was known for Massive Resistance to Integration; but I was from N.J. & made friends with black classmates from the baseball & football teams. Greg Lindsay asked to join our hunting expeditions and we picked him up on Saturday mornings before sunrise & he would bring his 12ga. Browning semi-auto shotgun.
I wrote a column for the Mustang newspaper titled, “Hoof Prints by Hannum.” On Thanksgiving morning, we went hunting & saw a large flock of Wild Turkey in a field. I parked my car and we walked quietly, through trees & brush, and got even with the turkeys. Then we charged. We shot and there was a Turkey for each of us. So we shot a Turkey on Thanksgiving Day.
I turned in my bland column on Monday to the Teacher Advisor, in which I provided an inventory of the guys that went hunting, listing what each man shot. Mrs. Niederer reserved the right to set the Headline, but she wanted more. Somehow, she got Greg Lindsey to sit down for an interview. Remember, we ambushed those Turkeys.
On Thursday, the High School newspaper came out & I sat down to read my bland column. Except the advisor had jazzed it up. Somehow, she reported that Greg Lindsay reported that we saw a bunch of Turkeys far off. Then Greg started to call them in, closer & closer until we could shoot them…and absolute, Mark Twain “stretcher.” I ran down Greg, because the advisor’s embellishment was not possibly Greg’s way of relating things. Greg responded that he had not said the things that were credited to me - in my column. Within and hour or two, Greg was a Turkey-calling celebrity - and he was enjoying it. People would ask Greg to demonstrate how he called those turkeys into range. He started providing a very poor Turkey call, but he was enjoying the attention.
The advisors headline: LINDSEY TALKS TURKEY !
By Friday, I had many classmates asking to join our hunting trips & they were calling me the hunting guide. I’m serious, we stalked those Turkeys & ambushed them with a charge.
Greg Lindsey, my friend, never corrected the story. His brother & teammates knew that he didn’t know how to call anything. But in less than a few weeks, Greg adopted the illusion of being a seasoned bird-caller & a new-found respect for what was previously just his three sport skills.
I will never forget how our Faculty advisor was not averse to bending the truth in order to grab a hilarious headline. Greg was all-in & not about to change the story. Sometimes, in the hallways, I would see Greg & request his Turkey call. He would always oblige.
The turkeys in Philomath were, apparently, released by Oregon State University ten years earlier, and have proliferated like crazy. They are the loudest animals I have ever lived near. Apparently if you called the sheriff, they would come out and shoot a bunch of them and then donate the turkeys to the local food bank. That said, I don't know how much the food bank appreciated having to pluck all those turkeys.
New Jersey was down to zero, but Pennsylvania transferred many & they proliferated, in the ‘70s. Today, they leave fields by launching themselves & their tough legs damage many passenger-side rear-view mirrors that drive business for the body shops.
On the way to the beach several years ago, I had to stop so a flock took their time crossing the road.
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=yw3zjrebh28
Yeah, that’s about exactly how it is in Philomath. It’s probably impossible at this point to get rid of them
Aldo Leopold’s Text Book on Game Management instructs how game populations can be well managed be controlling the Welfare Factors & the Control Factors. Hunting seasons & daily bag limits are control factors. Overpopulation will bring disease & predators. There is a good formula to reduce their numbers. Get to know your local game warden!
Poison oak can be so awful, as its cousin, poison ivy, is too. I have a good topical cure for both, but it might not be good to mention in polite company. It's a trick I learned as a garden designer back in Massachusetts when I was exposed to the "poison twins" (aka PTs) frequently. Funny enough, after being exposed to the PTs for years on end, the only place it would manifest would be on the inside of both wrists, regardless of how much of me crawled through the stuff. Segue - What a trial by error in determining what you had, and it sounds like you dodged a bullet by not taking that pill! Life in the far rural northwest sounds dangerous. 😁
lol! I still don’t know what that pill was, but apparently if you survive the pill it cures the thing I didn’t have 😅 I am so cautious out in the woods now you wouldn’t believe it, after that experience!!
Exactly! DON'T TOUCH ANYTHING! 😂
Nothing green!! 😅😂
🤣
Really really enjoyed this piece.
Thanks so much Sheryl 😊
I used to live in the country, but the city moved out of town. Our lot is about 4 acres, so I would mow the bulk of it with a small tractor. The pasture had gotten tall, and I was mowing when I heard a noise in the mower. I got off the tractor and found I chopped up a drone. It also must have "run away from home".
They are free range drones 😅 But they can run forever!
"It should be noted that ringworm isn’t actually worms, thank the sweet Lord above." 🤣🤣🤣 Good thing for sure! Loved reading. btw, "itching" for a future post titled "the poison ivy incident of 1985!"
Thanks John! That’s not a bad idea for an essay 😂 I can do a whole series on my various skin issues! 😆😆
Hot off the press. My drone Wars podcast update:
https://spotifyanchor-web.app.link/e/TCLryKQt3Mb