Passing of time…

In support of old farts everywhere, especially the Old Farts Metal Detecting Group which just so happens to reside on Facebook… The Conversation Below refers to this particular group of senior citizens slowly slipping into the reality of life with the occasional squeak and mishap… with the passage of time comes, a schoolboy sense of humour, so before we go *full fart *(which means full speed, in Norwegian) ( i think this post will grow and grow… )

Mainly this is In reply to our wonderful & illustrious & knowledgeable author, & someone who has attained wisdom & witty sage, about the use of Gif,s i thought this might be up his ally… and seeing as we are all ripening with age, with a squeak here or there, maybe sometimes we are embarrassed and pretend to look round for the culprit in the supermarket aisle, where the only other people are either a herd of nuns or young mothers also pretending you’re not there really… so read on and learn about the jar of farts…


JAR OF FARTS
One medieval medical practice that was not painful but also not very successful was the use of a jar of farts. A belief at the time was that disease, namely the black death, was caused by deadly vapors. Breathing in those vapors were what spread the disease or make the disease worse. To that end, physicians theorized ways to keep people from inhaling those deadly vapors. This wasn’t the only way that physicians tried to halt the deadly plague. Since they believed that the plague was spread by vapors, physicians would wear masks stuffed with garlic when visiting patients. This would prevent them from smelling the deadly vapors and thereby catching the plague. The mask was effective, the garlic less so.
While the jars were ineffective in curing or stopping the spread of the disease but it may have earned the name “therapeutic stink.” It may not have done anything medically but it might have given hope to those living in fear of the deadly plague that they might survive it. 30 to 60 per cent of the population of Europe perished between 1348 and 1350 due to the plague, so the fear was very real.
Stolen from https://historycollection.com/middle-ages

Instead of just being amazed by Fred’s End Note read on for more ways to be cured from all sorts of different ailments…

How would you like your puppy served today “my-lord” roasted with sage and snails maybe, or how about toad L’Escargot with rat tail maybe-?

I have no idea who wrote the verse below, i did not that’s for certain, but the longest journey soon becomes a short impossible journey to re-create…

This is worth reading, then talk to someone-anyone you love or haven’t heard from in a while…

Barely the day started and… it’s already six in the evening.

Barely arrived on Monday and it’s already Friday.
… and the month is already over.
… and the year is almost over.
… and already 40, 50 or 60 years of our lives have passed.
… and we realize that we lost our parents and friends.
and we realize it’s too late to go back…
So… Let’s try, despite everything, to enjoy the remaining time…
Let’s keep looking for activities that we like…
Let’s put some colour in our grey…
Let’s smile at the little things in life that put balm in our hearts.
And despite everything, we must continue to enjoy with serenity this time we have left. Let’s try to eliminate the afters…
I’m doing it after…
I’ll say after…
I’ll think about it after…
We leave everything for later like ′′ after ′′ is ours.
Because what we don’t understand is that:
Afterwards, the coffee gets cold…
afterwards, priorities change…
Afterwards, the charm is broken…
afterwards, health passes…
Afterwards, the kids grow up…
Afterwards, parents get old…
Afterwards, promises are forgotten…
afterwards, the day becomes night…
afterwards, life ends…
And then it’s often too late….
So… Let’s leave nothing for later…
Because still waiting to see you later, we can lose the best moments,
the best experiences,
best friends,
the best family…
The day is today… The moment is now…
We are no longer at the age where we can afford to postpone what needs to be done right away.

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