Calzone
Gear Whore #1
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- Joined
- Nov 11, 2008
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- Location
- The Gateway To The Hudson Highlands
Yesterday was my first day back at work, after I took two weeks off to close on my Baby-Victorian and to move in. I basically moved myself one van load at a time, except for the one day I snookered Devil Christian into helping me with the heavier and bulk items like the "Jersey Barrier" AKA Epson 7800 printer, my rollaway tool box, and prints.
Currently my full basement is kinda full with all my gear, and we basically gave away our modern furniture that furnished our Madhattan apartment.
So there are a few surprises. Already I started a feud with some neighbors, I found three holes in the ground in my back yard, Christian thought they were from Moles, but they are likely Chipmunks. This is not good if you are an avid gardener.
The high end Crown Furnace that also provides instant on hot water sounds like a racing motorcycle at I-DELL with the choke on every time it cycles.
My property actually extends about another 25 feet beyond the rear fence.
So NYC is 40 miles from from my house exactly, and Peekskill is a "rivertown" right on the majestic Hudson River. All the towns north of Tarrytown are kinda known as the Scenic Lower Hudson Valley with mountains on both sides.
Today I got up at 4:45 AM. This includes time to eat a breakfast and the walk (hike because of hills) took exactly half an hour to catch a 5:58 train. The walk is vigorous, and at one point I take off my Patagonia R4 sweater, R4 vest, and the Patagonia windproof shell, storing them all in my backpack. About a third of the walk I'm just wearing a short sleeved t-shirt and its December first.
At 7:05 I'm at Grand Central. I sport a Rolex that I call my "Cheap-Rolex" because it features the "No-Date" and lacks the "Cyclopes" that is a bubble magnifier on the crystal, but because I'm a lazy-slacker I use my watch to make sure that I'm at least 5 minutes late for work.
So rather than take the bus up Third Avenue, I decide to save the $2.75 Metrocard fare and walk uptown from 42d Street to 72d Street to my lab. At 59th Street and Third I discover that the Home Depot set in a basement of a highrise opens at 7:00 AM. Right next door is a Citibank so I get some cash to buy more LED light bulbs to replace the filament bulbs in B-V.
When I stroll into work it is exactly 8:05. This is why I were a Rolex. LOL.
So when I packed up all these boxes, I kinda kept the weight down so a single man could carry and load a van, they were heavy, but because I planned on this solo man on being me the boxes were kinda heavy in a modular manner loaded especially for me in mind, but not too heavy to be "nut-crushers," and the end result is that somehow this became some ideal strength training.
I was always trim, but then I became a skinny bitch when I became a 5"10" Welterweight (under 146 pounds), but now I think I'm likely a Junior Welterweight or a Heavy Lightweight around 135 pounds.
My Paul Smith jeans size 28 float on me and hang on my hips ghetto style. My underwear size small is now too big for me and pretty much I am now built like a muscular 15 year old with abs.
So one thing I learned is that if you are a self promoted lazy-slacker that one way to ruin your reputation is to buy an old house.
Funny thing is that I have never been more relaxed and care free.
In January I will be 63 years old, and don't tell my boss, but at age 64, thirteen months from now, I will retire. They "Frooze" my pension so it does not pay to work until 66 years 8 months, and financially I have enough money.
Fidel was right about how buying a station wagon could be the right car for me in another thread. Thursday I'll be looking at a Golf Station wagon AWD that has 11K miles on it.
Cal
Currently my full basement is kinda full with all my gear, and we basically gave away our modern furniture that furnished our Madhattan apartment.
So there are a few surprises. Already I started a feud with some neighbors, I found three holes in the ground in my back yard, Christian thought they were from Moles, but they are likely Chipmunks. This is not good if you are an avid gardener.
The high end Crown Furnace that also provides instant on hot water sounds like a racing motorcycle at I-DELL with the choke on every time it cycles.
My property actually extends about another 25 feet beyond the rear fence.
So NYC is 40 miles from from my house exactly, and Peekskill is a "rivertown" right on the majestic Hudson River. All the towns north of Tarrytown are kinda known as the Scenic Lower Hudson Valley with mountains on both sides.
Today I got up at 4:45 AM. This includes time to eat a breakfast and the walk (hike because of hills) took exactly half an hour to catch a 5:58 train. The walk is vigorous, and at one point I take off my Patagonia R4 sweater, R4 vest, and the Patagonia windproof shell, storing them all in my backpack. About a third of the walk I'm just wearing a short sleeved t-shirt and its December first.
At 7:05 I'm at Grand Central. I sport a Rolex that I call my "Cheap-Rolex" because it features the "No-Date" and lacks the "Cyclopes" that is a bubble magnifier on the crystal, but because I'm a lazy-slacker I use my watch to make sure that I'm at least 5 minutes late for work.
So rather than take the bus up Third Avenue, I decide to save the $2.75 Metrocard fare and walk uptown from 42d Street to 72d Street to my lab. At 59th Street and Third I discover that the Home Depot set in a basement of a highrise opens at 7:00 AM. Right next door is a Citibank so I get some cash to buy more LED light bulbs to replace the filament bulbs in B-V.
When I stroll into work it is exactly 8:05. This is why I were a Rolex. LOL.
So when I packed up all these boxes, I kinda kept the weight down so a single man could carry and load a van, they were heavy, but because I planned on this solo man on being me the boxes were kinda heavy in a modular manner loaded especially for me in mind, but not too heavy to be "nut-crushers," and the end result is that somehow this became some ideal strength training.
I was always trim, but then I became a skinny bitch when I became a 5"10" Welterweight (under 146 pounds), but now I think I'm likely a Junior Welterweight or a Heavy Lightweight around 135 pounds.
My Paul Smith jeans size 28 float on me and hang on my hips ghetto style. My underwear size small is now too big for me and pretty much I am now built like a muscular 15 year old with abs.
So one thing I learned is that if you are a self promoted lazy-slacker that one way to ruin your reputation is to buy an old house.
Funny thing is that I have never been more relaxed and care free.
In January I will be 63 years old, and don't tell my boss, but at age 64, thirteen months from now, I will retire. They "Frooze" my pension so it does not pay to work until 66 years 8 months, and financially I have enough money.
Fidel was right about how buying a station wagon could be the right car for me in another thread. Thursday I'll be looking at a Golf Station wagon AWD that has 11K miles on it.
Cal