Rob Fahrni

Ms. Gracie, living her best life.

In an email today from RetroSnap. (This site for this link may disappear soon.)

Alex here, founder at RetroSnap and the geekiest geek of retro gadgets. You may be receiving this message as part of a store-wide notification. If you have already received your order, please disregard this email.

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So, I ordered one of these for Kim in early December, for Christmas. It still hasn’t arrived and I was really worried it wouldn’t get here, but I just checked and it’s due in Richmond, VA today. That’s a relief.

Also, thanks you damned Jackass in the White House whose last name rhymes with Dump. Those tariffs have been a real boon to the economy, right? 🤬

Jackass.

Our grandkids love putting “makeup” on our happy garden monk. 😃

Our granddaughter found herself a friend. A little firefly. Her name is Sparkles.

Ms. Gracie loves the sun.

Gracie is enjoying all the sniffs and Kolby is chillin on the front door mat. It’s a gorgeous day here, suns out, blue sky.

Sitting out on the deck this afternoon with the pups enjoying a beautiful day.

See what I did with that title? I’m here all week.

It’s been snowing overnight and when we got up this morning Kolby was like “Oh, it’s that cold white stuff. Guess I’d better do my business so I can go back inside.” That’s just what he did. No sniffing about. Get ‘er done.

Gracie on the other hand was like “OMG! I love this stuff it’s cold and fluffy and I should lick it! Now I should lose my brain and do zoomies around the yard for the next five minutes!”

Keep in mind that Ms. Gracie is a 110 pound Great Pyrenees. She doesn’t usually move that much or that fast.

She did her zoomies, tried to coax brother into playing, then decided to take a break in the snow by lying down.

She loves it so much. 🐶

Now they’re both passed out in the floor. Busy morning.

I don’t believe in making resolutions for the new year. If something needs doing, just do it.

I’m just starting to feel better after a few days fighting off a stomach bug. There’s an alarming trend with my health. When someone in my family gets sick I seem to be the only other member of the family to get sick.

Friday afternoon I started feeling uncomfortable. By Friday evening my granddaughter and I were both pretty darned sick. She was worse off than me. She stopped vomiting around 11PM and fell asleep. Poor baby was wiped out.

I puked my first and only time at 2AM (my issue has been the other end!) Last time I checked the time it was 2:45AM. I fell to sleep sometime after that.

She woke up Saturday feeling much better. I, on the other hand, slept most of the day and stayed in bed as much as my gut would allow.

The dogs woke me up Sunday morning. I was still off. I felt detached from my body. When I’d touch things they didn’t feel real. No fever, but it’s often how I feel with a fever. I managed to eat dinner. My first meal since the slice of pizza I had Friday evening before symptoms really kicked in.

Here we are, Monday morning. My gut is still gurgling and feels fragile. I did have coffee. I was hoping it wasn’t a mistake and so far, so good. No vomiting since Friday but still having issues out the other end. I’ve managed to keep down water and Gatorade just fine. Today I’m hoping some additional solids will help get me over the hump.

All of this to say I’m thinking about my mortality more than ever before. My body is breaking down and I’ve not helped myself by becoming morbidly obese — according to the doctor based on my weight. I get tired easily and my body flat out hurts most of the time. I sit on my butt way too much. I’ve become that lazy man I said I’d never become and it’s going to kill me. And still, after all that, I lack the motivation to do anything about it.

What’s wrong with me?

To be totally honest I can’t die anytime soon. I’ve predicted my own demise at 80 years old if things don’t change. I have a wife, kids, and grandkids who still depend on me. Couple that with being an idiot when it comes to financial planning and I’ve setup the perfect American nightmare scenario. Aging husband, retired wife, two kids who struggle in our economy. We are one medical disaster away from all of us living on the streets. That’s the most American thing I can think of.

One of my biggest issues is having a positive attitude about things working out. I’ve always felt like we’ll be ok and find our way through. To date, we’ve managed to just that.

I’d imagine this is a fairly average tale as folks age and realize they are indeed mortal and they did a horrible job of financial planning. Also, I believe, very American. 😂

Kim, my amazing wife, is right. I need to make big changes. I used to be active and loved going to the gym. I need to exercise more. I also need to stop abusing my body with crummy food. I love fast food. There, I admitted it. I love to eat. It’s a terrible attribute. Why couldn’t I be “addicted” to math the way I am to food? Genetics has something to do with it, I’m sure. I developed a strange attitude after almost dying at the age of 17. My attitude was: If I want it, I’m getting it. A second piece of pie? Yes, please. Yep, another brilliant strategy.

If anyone knows of a study that’s been conducted on people’s relationship with food please point me to it. I obviously have a bad one. It’s like being a crack addict or alcoholic. It’s like staying in that abusive relationship because you’re in love. I’m sorry if that comparison offends anyone. I have no other way to make my point. I have a real problem.

I know, I know, what a strange thing to share.

This is just me with a quiet morning to myself, coming off being sick, with a slightly addled brain (still feeling detached) from the ordeal. 🤪

A very Merry Christmas to those who celebrate! 🎅🏼

We caught Red One at our local Regal on Friday afternoon and all of us really enjoyed it. 🎅🏼

We prefer Alamo Drafthouse but their last showing was on Wednesday evening. Regal worked.

It was a great way to spend my birthday. I got my free birthday Starbucks and pizza that evening. ☕️

Just a really great day. I’m a pretty simple person. I love little things with family.

It’s also a family tradition to pick a place for dinner. I chose to wait for breakfast with everyone yesterday morning. I chose Cracker Barrel. Simple, tasty, food. 🥞

Happy Thanksgiving, y’all!

John Gruber

Given the circumstances when I went to bed Tuesday night, it was no surprise I was welling up with tears come the morning. But I’d never have expected they’d be tears of joy, with a sense of hope — however diminished — and abiding love in my heart.

This is, without a doubt, the best piece John Gruber has ever written.

Please take the time to read it. John weaves a very personal tragic moment into the tragedy of the election. I cannot get over how great it is. John really is a masterful writer. Wow.

Thank you for sharing such a beautifully written, thoughtful, and personal piece right when we all needed it, John. ✪

Last week someone was talking about Calvin and Hobbes. It’s a comic I love as well and have a fairly old book of them.

Anyway, Kim showed me one back in the 90’s and said “This is Taylor.” Taylor is our youngest daughter and I saw the likeness instantly. It’s 100% her. She’s a goofy kid and I love her for it. 😄

Calvin making faces