Why write about anything normal? That's my motto, I fear. But that one should be a fun one, even if I do say so myself, when I get to it. I've been gathering photos for it, slowly. Hard to just go out and find trees that beavers have cut down, when you want to. Get busy with it, bucktoothed treeeaters. I will let you know when I get closer. Plus the Schteinn School of the Sophisticated Sciences has to have someone to work on the final treatise.

I had a whole new knee joint put in, so it's pretty major. Too much basketball and working in the woods. Took a serious toll. It was a hard decision, but got it done, since I had good insurance for awhile, and got tired of it not working well anymore. Though I'm a bit younger than many, to have it done. Stressful decision, but you gotta do what you gotta do. Cheerio(s)

PS. And I'm sure you mind and therefor fingers could run circles around my paltry computer skills. Just enough to get by, I always says. Though I do consider these things more of a tool to get something done, than a thing I want to mess with trying to figure out. Drives me batty when they don't work according to plan. Like an 18v olt Dewalt compact driver. Just get the screw in the wood, Mac, just get it where it belongs...
(Yowza, I sure am chatty today. Must be Saturday)