Wednesday, August 16, 2017

Wednesday Night Memes

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HOLD ON TO THE CONSTITUTION! (a link)

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http://dailytimewaster.blogspot.com/2017/08/blog-post_94.html
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There IS NO "Alt-Right"

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The "alt-right" is NOT right wing, it is a reflection of the left wing and leftists can't stand the competition.
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Wasn’t Robert E. Lee a Democrat? (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2017-273: Wasn’t Robert E. Lee a Democrat?
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Is Antifa the American ISIS? (a link)

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Bayou Renaissance Man: Is Antifa the American ISIS?
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Let's Get Something Straight!

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"Nationalist" is merely another word for patriot, the opposite being "globalist." West Virginia will happily welcome ALL patriots of ANY color. Julie Borowski, however, is NOT welcome.
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Lee Is In Danger, But Lenin Seems Safe! (a link)

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http://ijr.com/the-declaration/2017/08/948291-heres-one-statue-seattle-no-one-left-talking-tearing/?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social
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LOL - Handler Calls Trump A Nazi - Finds Her Grandpa Really WAS A Nazi! (a link)

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http://yournewswire.com/chelsea-handler-grandfather-nazi/
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Tuesday, August 15, 2017

"It’s All Part Of The Plan"

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Those who follow my blog, or see some of my responses to links and posts on Facebook have heard me say the words in the above title before. The crazy thing is that it applies to nearly anything. Those who truly understand the old saying “All things are relevant” will know what I mean. Those who don’t? There’s probably nothing I can say to clear it up for you.

A lot of folks lump me in with “those crazy conspiracy theorists,” but that’s okay. There are a LOT of theories out there about a lot of things, but the surprising thing is how many are TRUE, WHEN YOU DO YOUR RESEARCH. Sadly, most folks just want to dismiss them out of hand and never educate themselves on the reality, preferring to take the easy route and swallow what the news media feeds them.

Those in the know realize that the democrat party (and many RINO’s as well) are closet socialists and communists. (Here’s the short list in DC: http://www.thegatewaypundit.com/2010/08/american-socialists-release-names-of-70-congressional-democrats-in-their-caucus/). This influence is also felt at state, county and city levels. SO, when some bill or regulation sounds like something Stalin would like, why should we be surprised? The socialist and communist influences are rampant in education. I saw the beginnings of it 45 years ago when I was in school; I see it almost daily in current headlines. Remember that socialist first try to make everyone “equal,” before then making them all irrelevant by being subservient to the state, thus the obsessions with “rights” for everyone except the majority and being “politically correct.”

Many in positions of world “leadership” believe that the earth can only sustainably harbor 500,000,000 (half a billion) people. Unfortunately, in their minds, there are already seven billion people in the world, meaning that they want to get rid of 6.5 billion of us. Naturally, they don’t plan on being in that larger number. Hillary openly admitted in the past year or so that she is one of those believers. I’m sure Gore is probably another. Knowing that, is it any surprise that the government is trying to force everyone to be vaccinated for this and that, even though those vaccines are always full of poisonous chemicals whose presence can’t be rationally explained? Many of those chemicals cause cancer; is it any wonder cancer is so prevalent?

Wars, of course, are a good way to kill people off, and the Rothschilds make a bundle backing them. They’ve financed every war since the days of Napoleon, and it seems to have paid well for them. They control the banking of every nation in the world but three. Often, their way of getting their foot in the door is to finance a war against a nation and then move in with the victors. Two of those countries are Iran and North Korea, nations where war with outsiders could easily happen. Do you really think that’s coincidence? I’m sure that many of the invaders don’t even realize that they’re being used, but the strings are pulled from a distance and they have no choice.

Think of a few other things, Russia wants to destabilize our country so they will feel less threatened by us. They don’t care who wins the elections, but if they can cast doubt by their efforts, they get the left and right fighting and accomplish their goal. Abortion teaches people not to value life, so euthanasia comes next. Don’t believe it? Check out the European countries that allow euthanasia and see if they didn’t start with abortion. Socialism, communism and other tyrannies cannot force the hand of an adequately armed citizenry. So why do you think that even though the guy in Charlottesville used a car to kill people (either purposely or accidentally), the democrats are screaming for GUN CONTROL? Why not CAR control? (Don’t laugh, what do you think trying to force people onto public transportation is all about?) And global warming? One of its biggest European supporters recently admitted that its sole purpose was to destroy capitalism, just like environmental regulations.

In case you’re wondering, there’s no one headquarters for all this evil, unless it would be the Rothschild offices. However, we have several organizations dedicated to ruling or greatly influencing the world. First, we have The United Nations, then NATO, then the European Union, the Bilderberg Group, the Illuminati (yes, they really exist), the Trilateral Commission and other groups around the world.

However far down the ladder their influence may be felt, they don’t have to issue commands for each and every thing they wish to accomplish. There are plenty of greedy, power-hungry people willing to take “pennies from the pockets of widows and food from the mouths of babies.” to further their own agenda. Since this furthers the cause of the globalists, they aren’t about to complain.

Those who read their Bibles aren’t surprised by ANY of this. The scriptures tell us of the latter days from nearly the beginning of the Old Testament through the New Testament, though some of the earlier ones are veiled. There IS one individual behind all this, but many people don’t even believe that he exists. However, the old saying that “the devil is in the details” can certainly have more than one meaning. It really is all part of the plan, and remember, ALL THINGS ARE RELEVANT! © 2017
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Cartier Shows No Love (a link)

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https://www.sarahpalin.com/2017/08/15/wheres-love-womans-efforts-help-sick-children-face-obstacle-cartier/?ref=Ads
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After Charlottesville: some very interesting responses

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Bayou Renaissance Man: After Charlottesville: some very interesting responses
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He Doesn't Get It Because He Doesn't WANT To Get It! (a link)

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https://www.louderwithcrowder.com/black-man-conducts-social-dress-up-experiment-to-prove-racism-misses-huge-irony/
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When Fascism Was Redefined (a link)

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http://www.frontpagemag.com/fpm/267543/big-liar-dinesh-dsouza
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Police Not Innocent In Charlottesville (a link)

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https://www.youngcons.com/watch-antifa-starts-violence-in-charlottesville-police-directed-unite-the-right-right-into-antifa/?ref=FacebookPost
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Fair Question! (a link)

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http://theduran.com/julian-assange-asks-us-said-nothing-obama-supported-ukrainian-neo-nazis/
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Illinois Wants To Call Neo's "Terrorist Groups" - Doesn't mention BLM (a link)

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http://thehill.com/blogs/blog-briefing-room/346436-illinois-senate-calls-for-neo-nazis-to-be-classified-as-terror
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House Ddemocrats Going For Semi-Autos .....AGAIN! (a link)

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http://consjournal.com/ban-on-all-semi-automatic-guns-proposed-by-house-representatives/
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"Random" Charlottesville Witness Has SOROS Ties (a link)

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http://dennismichaellynch.com/random-charlottesville-witness-interviewed-liberal-media-connections-george-soros-video/
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A Good Day

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I finally got my yard mowed today. It hadn't been mowed since the beginning of dog days. Rain, heat, weariness and bad planning left me with what looked like a third cutting hay field.It took 3-1/2 hours, rather than the usual 2 hours, because the grass was so thick and heavy. It clumped some on me, not because the grass was wet, but because over a month of frequent rain had made it water-logged within. I saw a snake and found a yellow-jacket nest, but didn't get bit or stung. It started sprinkling on me once for about 1/2 hour, but I started praying and the Lord kindly brought it to an end. It's hard to believe that sitting on your backside for that amount of time could wear you out, but it did. At least the job is done!
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Monday, August 14, 2017

Perfect Reply

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A liberal gal who commented on Facebook had this on her page, "I am a blue dot in a red sea."

Shakespeare said it best,"Out, damn'd spot! out, I say!"
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STOP Supporting Liberal Colleges! (a link)

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https://www.thecollegefix.com/bulletin-board/op-ed-fight-campus-propaganda-conservatives-stop-donating-higher-education/
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1862 Photos Of Jerusalem (a link)

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https://palestineisraelconflict.wordpress.com/2014/11/10/jerusalem-photographs-1862-no-mosques-no-palestinians-only-ghost-towns-of-massacred-christian-areas/
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Middle East Photos From Pre-Jihad Days (a link)

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http://conservativetribune.com/middle-east-before-radical-islam/
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Let's Be Honest!

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Charlottesville wasn't about republican versus democrats, or conservative versus liberal; it was about white fascists versus black fascists, and the blacks started the violence.
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When Commies Fought Nazis (a link)

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http://www.dailywire.com/news/19678/when-commies-brawled-nazis-5-things-know-paul-bois?utm_source=facebook&utm_medium=social&utm_content=062316-news&utm_campaign=dwbrand
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"Anti-Fascism" Group Cheers Speech Made Entirely Of Hitler Quotes (a link)

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Election 2018: Rino List 2 (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2017-268: Election 2018: Rino List 2
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A More Accurate View Of Charlettesville? (a link)

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https://www.allenbwest.com/2017/08/14/new-shock-theory-emerges-charlottesville-drivers-motive-blowing-minds/
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More Snowflake Coddling (a link)

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https://www.thecollegefix.com/post/35485/
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Who Cares About The Truth Anymore? (a link)

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Medley of Worship: Opus 2017-266: Headlines: Googling the President
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Sunday, August 13, 2017

American Burnweed

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So, after all these decades, I finally know what the weed is in the edge of my yard. The first place I saw a photo called it Fireweed, though there’s at least one other plant called by that name. In rooting around between online pictures and articles, I found that the name in the title is the most official unofficial name! (lol) The technical name is “Erechtites hieracifolia.” It supposedly got the name for being a pioneer plant of burned land. Some sources say that it’s edible, though not very tasty; other sources say that it’s poisonous. Remember that!

The first photo shows a young plant, the second the bloom just before it opens up. One source says it can grow to eight feet. My soil isn’t that rich, so 3-5 feet is average around here.


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You Won't See This On MSM (a link)

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http://www.newobserveronline.com/2017/08/charlottesville-car-ram-attack-white.html
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Video On Pizzagate (a link)

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=47BmA0ZCrWs&feature=share
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Charlottesville - Are We Overlooking The Elephant? (a link)

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http://100percentfedup.com/charlottesville-media-politicians-stir-pot-missing-elephant-room/
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Concerning Charlottesville

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Let's be honest, there's no moral difference between "black lives matter" and "white lives matter." Nor is there any moral difference between a Nazi sieg heile and a black power fist in the air. Hate is hate. Ignorance is ignorance. Sadly, there seems to be plenty of both.
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Saturday, August 12, 2017

More Memes

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Bye-bye, Denny baby!
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Sez I

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Folks, you can't HATE the members of the opposition party and still love America, even if you hate what they stand for. America is, in part, about having the right to be WRONG. If you deny that right to others, then it must be denied to you. Ultimately, if you don't have the right to be wrong, you have no rights at all.
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Political Memes

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Conservatives And Moderates - Time To Quit Supporting Your Alma Mater (a link)

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http://www.foxnews.com/opinion/2017/08/12/conservatives-and-moderates-its-time-to-stop-giving-to-your-alma-mater.html

Please consider giving to Liberty University, Regent University and other conservative faith-based Colleges and Universities
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A Little TB With Your Starbucks? (a link)

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http://pamelageller.com/2017/08/tb-starbucks-coffee-starbucks-san-diego-hiring-refugees-high-rates-tuberculosis.html/?utm_source=dlvr.it&utm_medium=facebook
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Friday, August 11, 2017

Foolishness And Self Absorption

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A couple things I've seen on TV lately have sort of amazed me. The first are the commercials for expensive "meal components" or whatever you might want to call "selected" groceries delivered to your door with a recipe. Then you do all the prep and all the cooking and then sit down to a "gourmet" home-cooked meal.

Now firstly, if you know what you want to fix, I'm sure that you can buy the components cheaper locally. Secondly, even after doing all the work to prepare, cook and plate the meal, you could still have gone out to a nice restaurant just as cheaply for a lot less effort, and then you wouldn't have had to wash the dishes. I'm all for eating at home, but buy your own groceries for gosh sakes!

The other ad that actually torques me are the two young women so thrilled because they can sell their designer handbags at a loss for a still ridiculous price. I believe we are to assume that they'll NOT take that money to pay the rent, but to buy NEW designer handbags which they will soon grow tired of and sell, so they can buy yet NEWER designer handbags, "ad nauseum."

I will assume the women are actually living beyond their means, or they wouldn't NEED to sell their old handbags to buy new ones. I also assume that they must be fickle, or they wouldn't tire so quickly of a quality bag.Worst of all, while they're running around buying handbags that they apparently can't really afford, people are probably walking the streets hungry and homeless within tenths of a mile of their conspicuous consumption.

I find both of these scenarios ridiculously wasteful of money, but the last is repulsively so. © 2017
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Sunday, August 6, 2017

Slow Day

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Actually, MOST days are slow for me anymore. Sometimes it feels like a blessing and sometimes a curse. The missus had “lunch” at 9:30 again this morning. Amusingly enough, it was eggs and sausage, but she called it lunch anyway. That probably means that she hadn’t been asleep since well before daylight and it felt like the middle of the day to her. She’s the cook, so she can call it what she wants.

We went to the Chinamart on the far side of town today and they still didn’t have any saw palmetto, if they ever do. I can’t ever get a chance to ask the druggist if they even carry it, since they’re either busy filling orders or talking to one another and deliberately ignoring people they sense have questions. They aren’t like that in our “home store,” thank goodness. Folks on that side of town tend to be “different;” I won’t say more, since I have some friends and relatives over there.

The number of immature people in the world never ceases to amaze me. I stopped at a gas station across from the store to get a money order and some woman, nearly our own age, pulled up beside us with her window down and her radio blasting. She then proceeded to go inside and leave her car running and the radio roaring until she came back out again. The missus asked me what ailed someone like that and I told her that the woman was just a female version of the guys you see with tattoo sleeves, long hair, loud motorcycles and their radio blaring. Those fellows are little boys at heart, jumping up and down hollering “look at me; look at me!”

A little ways down the road, a guy with a Ford dually was coming at me and tromped the gas pedal, roaring his engine up the grade and blowing black smoke everywhere. The missus asked about him, too. I told her it was the “look at me” thing again, PLUS, he thought that he was showing me that he had a “rougher” truck than I had. Frankly, I’m glad that my truck doesn’t smoke like that. Also, I’m old enough to know that my truck will still be tooling down the road after he long ago spent thousands of dollars keeping his running and STILL ended up having to scrap it. Maybe he’ll grow up someday, but those kinds of guys usually don’t.

The missus has been glued to the TV ever since we got home, since PBS is running a Downton Abbey marathon as they beg for money. It was a good series, and I would watch it if they ran it AS A SERIES. However, I refuse to be held captive 24/7 by even a GOOD television show.

I took a short nap this afternoon after changing my bed. I’d planned for it to be a longer nap, but I just laid there resting for the longest time before finally drifting off for about 20 minutes. I’m getting a bit tired of being on the computer, maybe I’ll go upstairs and watch FOX a little while –until I get sick of politics……..again. © 2017
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Saturday, August 5, 2017

My Sabbath

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Some of you know how I feel about God’s Sabbath versus Emperor Constantine’s sabbath. Still, I know that it’s not strict adherence to the law that saves us, but the holy blood of Yeshua (Jesus), so I try not to brow-beat others who disagree with me, no matter how angry and offended some of them get (and some do occasionally). Those folks may find it quite hypocritical of me that I don’t keep the Sabbath 100% myself (not that anyone probably could, if you went by Jewish tradition). I don’t do any work of any kind, but if the missus wants to cook or eat out, I don’t argue with her. Nor do I fuss about doing some of our grocery shopping on that day. It’s not my preference to do these things, but she doesn’t believe as I do, having been brain-washed into the traditions of men. Since I believe that the Lord will forgive me for trying to keep peace by not following the rules 100%, I quit long ago trying to convince my wife that we shouldn’t be doing these things.

That being said, I began my Sabbath yesterday evening by ceasing the posting of political matters on Facebook and Blogger. Perhaps the Lord wouldn’t care, but I figure it gives a break to both my readers and myself, plus, I believe it shows a little respect for the Lord not to be bringing the vanity of politics into the day. Sometimes I forget and post something political without thinking, but if I realize it later, I take the post down.

It’s usually my custom to say several short prayers through the day, either on a single subject in my own life, or for the needs of others. At bedtime, though, I usually read a little scripture and say a longer prayer to try and set all things in my life right with the Lord. Currently, I’m studying my way through Genesis as my scripture reading, using a King James Bible, a Halley’s Bible Commentary and the study notes in a NASB Bible.

Today, the missus wanted to take what money was left over from paying our property taxes and buy lunch out at a “moderately priced” chain restaurant. The food wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t anything to brag about either. The small steak I ordered tasted fine and was cooked properly, but the green beans were rather tasteless and neither they, nor the mashed potatoes, had the slightest hint of the garlic that the menu promised. Since I take water pills, I had to make a run to the men’s room while we were there. On my return, I told my wife that the restroom would require a putty knife, a scrub brush, some Comet Cleanser, some bleach, a water hose and a full day’s work to return it to true cleanliness. Remember the old saying that a restaurant’s kitchen is usually about as clean as its restrooms? (Shudder)

I looked at Chinamart for saw palmetto, the natural substance I use to replace the expensive medicine that I would now have to buy on my own, since Medicaid now considers me rich and took away my benefits. Saw palmetto seems to work as good as the medicine and has an interesting positive side effect, as well. Unfortunately, this was the third Chinamart I’d checked and they’ve all been out. I then checked Kroger’s, who apparently doesn’t stock it, and then Rite-Aid, whose price was about double what I wanted to pay. Oh well, I guess I’ll just dribble down my leg. (Joking.)

Tonight, after the sun goes down, I’ll go back to harassing my readers with political posts. I hope you enjoyed the break and I hope you had a pleasant Sabbath. © 2017
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Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The Day Could Have Been Worse

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We ran around for a while today paying bills. Due to running the air-conditioner so much and a water leak recently observed (on my bill), the funds that normally cover my monthly bills was shy about $50 of paying them. So, I’ll have to pay the last one with some of my monthly check. That means my already short supply of “disposable income” will be even shorter, especially since I have to get my phone card this week. Oh well, God always seems to meet our needs.

In the last four months, I’ve seen my water bill edge up about $5 a month. The missus said that she was running the dishwasher and clothes washer more this summer and that was probably the difference. THIS month, however, the jump was $15. I mentioned it as I paid my bill today and the lady said we used about an extra 3000 gallons this past month. That’s about 100 gallons a day, or about 4 gallons an hour. One of their workers dropped by just before quitting time and said the current leak, judging from the meter, was about EIGHT gallons an hour. However, the meter well was dry he said, so it wasn’t just outside the meter well like it was a few years ago when I had to fix it.

That made us wonder about the toilet and he said it MIGHT be leaking that much without being heard. After he left, we put some food coloring in the tank and it immediately went to the bowl, so I hope that’s the ONLY leak. Later, I took the top off the tank and put my ear literally inside the top of the tank and I could barely hear a slight leak. Don’t tell the missus, but I spit in the tank and the drain sucked the spittle right DOWN! I’m understandably relieved. What COULD have involved having to hire a contractor (since I can’t do heavy work anymore) turned into a $5 and five minute fix. Talk about dodging the bullet!

There’s some kind of tiny native (I assume) ground cover that grows in my lawn that has three leaves and a minuscule yellow bloom. I’ve always wondered what it was, so I went looking on the internet tonight and learned that it was “lesser trefoil” (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trifolium_dubium). So now I know!

Tomorrow, I guess I’ll go to the mom and pop hardware store at the edge of town and get a flapper valve for the commode and see if they’ve gotten in any ¾ inch dowels. They didn’t have any left of the latter the last time I checked, so I’ll keep my fingers crossed. My life moves forward a dollar at a time, it seems, when it’s not moving backwards. “Gloom, despair, and agony on me! Ooooooh!” – LOL © 2017
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Sunday, July 30, 2017

Grocery Run Observations

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The missus and I made our second main grocery run of the week today. We have two Chinamarts in our town, so we go to the closest one on Saturday and then the other one on Sunday to get things that we forgot or that the first store didn’t have. I also get Mom’s groceries on Sundays these days. I suspect that it’s a job that I’ll have from now on. The senior bus only gives them ONE HOUR to find and pay for their stuff and get outside. I can’t blame her for not wanting to bother with it. She’s taken a cab a few times, but that’s more expensive. Since I’m afraid to let her try climbing into my truck, I just get them for her, rather than take her myself.

My wife can’t figure out why folks tend to be rude to her when she’s using a handicapped buggy, while most folks are polite to me. I tell her that there are three reasons. First, she looks younger than she is and a lot of folks probably think she’s just being lazy. Secondly, she always forgets to take her cane in and put it in her buggy and that re-enforces their belief. Thirdly, she’s a little woman of only 5 feet tall and fairly quiet, so bullies of both sexes think they have a free ride with her to be rude. I, on the other hand, am a ponderous, grumpy-looking old fellow with a beard and a big cane. Most folks are very polite to me. The whole scenario is disgusting, but I believe that’s the way it is.

I don’t like the store we were in today as well as the one nearer to us. I was looking for saw palmetto and magnesium and they didn’t have either one. I needed a 3/4 inch dowel for a project and they only stock 5/8 and 7/8 in the larger sizes, even though the other store stock 3/4 inch. Also, I tried asking the druggist if they stocked those skin-tag removers that are advertised on TV (the cone type), but she and another worker just stood behind the counter talking until I finally gave up and left. I figured that was what they were hoping for, since they both knew I was there. Incidentally, don’t think that the chain uses the same prices in every store or that they stock the same things; they don’t.

I saw another indication of modern-day insanity on the way over or back today. A teenage girl was skate-boarding down the sidewalk of a very busy street while texting on her cell phone and completely oblivious to the world around her. Had she hit an unexpected crack in the sidewalk or had a vehicle jumped the curb, she could have been winging her way to the next life. I didn’t notice if she was wearing ear-buds. People are nuts. © 2017
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Friday, July 28, 2017

I Don’t Wanna, But I Gotta

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I just haven’t been able to get in the mood to post lately. However, I know that my millions of followers, who hang on my every word, are just DYING to know what’s new and exciting in my busy and fulfilling life. Well, here goes: I’ve been sharing some family history with a cousin. I’ve been talking some to a young farmer in Manitoba, and I’ve been sitting on the porch a little with the pooch. I even split a little wood the other day. Calm down folks; I’ll give you a few details.

I split the wood early in the week. As is usual for me these days, it took me about an-hour-and-a-half to do what would have taken a half-hour five years ago. I hoped to go back out after lunch and work another hitch, but a lack of adequate sleep the night before combined with my labor to convince me to take a nap instead. The next day, the weather was hotter and I was still tired, and since it’s rained a lot since, the rest of the wood still needs split. It’s easy to get angry or feel sorry for myself sometimes when I can’t seem to get anything done. Then I remember that 21 months ago, not only would I have been unable to do such work at all, but even had to rest a half-dozen times while showering, just to catch my breath. So, things could be worse.

The Mighty Dachshund and I have sat on the porch several times this week. A couple times it was foggy and very quiet. Another time, it had rained earlier in the day and the fog was only in the woods, not out in the lawn. The birds still sing, but not with the gusto that they had during nesting season. The little fly-catcher that always makes a mess on the porch raised TWO hatches this year. One day while we were on the porch, three bluebirds were feeding in the lawn 20 feet away. Of course they kept flying up to a limb, as if they were afraid to stay in one spot for long—a survival technique I suspect. One seemed to be a youngster and I wondered if it was the only one to survive. I tried once to keep the pooch out there with me as the tater wagon rolled noisily in the distance, but she wanted no part of it.

I don’t really know my cousin that well, but we met a few times over the years. I seemed to have a little info that she didn’t have. I believe she said that she’d just signed up with Ancestry, so maybe what I gave her will give her some leads. The young man from Manitoba emigrated there from Switzerland 20 years ago with his parents when he was ten. They have a dairy operation in their new location. I believe the drought in the northern plains is starting to affect them as it does Ralph Goff up in Saskatchewan.

The missus and I went in town for a little while today. While there, we watched a young woman cross six lanes of traffic while looking at her smart phone. She survived, miraculously enough. That reminded me of something we’d seen early in the week—a young mother of four small children, three running loose as she walked down a sidewalk next to rushing traffic, while she pushed the fourth in a stroller while texting with the thumb of her “free’ hand. Sometimes, I think smart phones were one of the most unwise things to ever be invented. Then again, I guess the real problem, isn’t smart phones but dumb people. © 2017
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Tuesday, July 25, 2017

Charlie Gard

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To look at this tragedy logically, we must first acknowledge that socialized medicine is RATIONED medicine. Many folks refuse to accept that idea, but we are speaking of all procedures being paid for by government money, theoretically, the government can’t spend more than the year’s budget. If more people need care than there is money to pay for, then some people will be left untreated. The method for deciding who gets treatment could be done either by using a triage system, or by operating on a first come–first serve system until the money runs out. It could also be done by a lottery system, but that would seem rather cavalier.

In the beginning then, there was a logical reason for the English hospital and judge saying “no more time and money for Charlie Gard.” The obvious reason was that they did not have the ability in that country to save him, so any fruitless attempt to do so could quite easily deny life to some other person who WAS curable. That argument went out the window, however, when the parents raised enough money to take the child to America without using any more government funds. At that moment, the issue became one of power and ego. The government refused to accept the fact that parents, NOT government, have the right to make health decisions for their children, as long as they’re footing the bill. The hospital simply refused to believe that an AMERICAN doctor (for GAWD’S SAKE) might be able to do what THEY could not.

We all know that such treatment was NOT a sure thing, but done at the appropriate time, it MIGHT have worked. However, the English hospital and government managed to drag things on long enough, that the little boy’s death is now completely unavoidable. Therefore, from the moment they refused to let the parents take Charlie to the U.S., those in power became murders. No Charlie isn’t dead quite yet, but he soon will be thanks to them. Most of the world sees the blood on their hands, and I believe Almighty God will see it, too, come Judgment Day. © 2017
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Thursday, July 20, 2017

Slithering Breezes - Quaking Leaves And Other Porch-Sitting Observations

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Having taken her out just at grey dawn, it was nearly 11AM before I took the Mighty Dachshund out again. Despite the heat, she wanted to porch sit after draining and dumping, so I took my place in the swing and she assumed her spot at 1:30 just beyond my right foot. Unnoticed at first, the slightest of breeze was coming from the west end of the porch. A few oak leaves were aflutter at the edge of the woods, 30 feet away, but few leaves through the woods seemed to be moving. Only here in the clearing did the breeze seem free to move.

The breeze soon died, much to my displeasure, but then revived a bit stronger. This time, I spotted movement in the quaking aspen tree about 50 yards in front of me and on a lower level of the ridge. Its top was higher than many of its oak neighbors growing higher on the hill, though. As I watched, there were times that the moving air seemed to come in a layer no more than 20 feet thick, staying near the ground and not rising beyond the lower limbs of the trees. Other times, all movement was at the crowns of the trees and air near the ground seemed dead. Some breezes were narrow in scope and slithered through the woods, or my little clearing here, while not affecting the leaves only a few yards away. I was reminded of a snake crawling along or of pouring water from a bucket on a stubbly hillside and watching it divide into multiple rivulets as it encountered small obstructions on its way downhill.

As a kid, I learned to watch the quaking aspens when I began hunting, to see if there was any breeze. Aspens, even the species out west, I believe, have a flat stem on their leaves, making them very sensitive to the slightest breeze. I learned that they don’t indicate wind direction very well, though, only the movement of air. Often, you can see an aspen tree all aflutter with dancing leaves while their round-stemmed neighbors indicate no breeze at all. Aspen trees are true poplars, unlike the member of the magnolia family which we call yellow poplar here in the east. Like yellow poplar, aspen is a relatively tasteless wood, making it good for bowls and wooden utensils. Few craftsmen seem to use it, though, perhaps because it requires hand tools, rather than power tools, to work it best. It tends to string and fuzz with power tools. It IS the predominant species used for oriented strand board (wafer board), though, and it’s used for pulpwood, too.

The plantains are still coming on like gang-busters in the area around the porch (and everywhere else, for that matter), and the little bumble-bees are working them prodigiously. I see a few honey bees at times. I don’t know if they’re from the swarm I saw recently, having found themselves a home, or if some local guy has bees.

The birds seemed quiet today. Maybe they’re saving their voices in the heat. One warbler seemed to be the exception and a boat-tailed grackle that lit in the closet oak for only a few minutes. The latter didn’t have a very melodic call—more of a subdued caw, like a quiet crow.

Eventually, the missus came out and told us that lunch was ready, so the pooch and I retired to the air-conditioned house. We always try to keep our priorities in order. © 2017
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Disappointed In Sessions

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Like Trump, I was disappointed when Jeff Sessions recused himself from the false “Russian” fiasco immediately upon taking his position. His decision set in motion the growth of the whole situation by encouraging the bogus press and by bringing on Comey’s friend as a special investigator into the whole imaginary affair. Millions upon millions of tax dollars better spent elsewhere will be wasted and the population kept in a constant state of aggravation by Session’s one simple act.

He then lost even more of my confidence when he commented that he wasn’t going to take sides in the Bundy situation out west. The judge in that case has literally told the defendants that “THEY HAVE NO RIGHTS!” Those men have been severely mistreated and denied their rights over the last few YEARS that they have been wrongly imprisoned. I believe that judge’s plan is to make the trial last as long as possible to stave off appeals that would probably go in favor of the defendants. Quite simply, they are political prisoners, locked up for fighting the Clinton/Reid/Obama land grabs.

The latest gripe that I have with Sessions is his proposed expansion of the use of asset forfeiture in “fighting crime.” That practice is already one of the most abused tools in the law enforcement arsenal, enriching police departments and government agencies, often by legal theft from INNOCENT bystanders. I’m not against the property of drug dealers and kingpins being taken, but you shouldn’t lose your property just because a deal went down on your place.

In the beginning, I had high hopes for Jeff Sessions; those hopes were short-lived. © 2017
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Wednesday, July 19, 2017

Shooting The Cat

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Kittens are cute little things. I know very few people who aren’t charmed by kittens. Sadly, kittens have the despicable habit of turning into cats. For that reason, I’m a dog guy—always have been, always will be.
We once had a cat on the farm, though, thanks to my slightly deranged sister. I don’t remember where she got the cute little ball of fluff but, despite being six years her junior, I knew that no good would come of the affair. Sis was probably in her mid-teens and thus old enough to care for the thing so, of course, the responsibility ended up falling on Mom anyway.

Most farm cats don’t have litter boxes; that’s what the great outdoors is for. Naturally, once the cat arrived, you had to watch your step in dusty areas of the lawn, barn and driveway, and even in the gravel of the driveway. The kitten eventually turned into a beautiful grey Persian cat, which the folks made sure to get spayed before its presence became common knowledge among the neighborhood tomcats.

Now, most farmers think that having a cat around the barn is a good thing, since most cats are good at catching mice, but sis’s cat didn’t seem to like either cattle or mice very well, so she didn’t travel the 400 feet to the barn very often. That may have also been in part due to her ample pear-shaped body from her love of spaghetti and other people foods. Cat food just wasn’t her thing. Unfortunately, such things gave her extraordinary gas which, in typical cat-like fashion, she figured was OUR problem, not hers.

While the cat would on occasion kill a mouse, if it attacked first, she much preferred songbirds. Plus, more than once, I caught her with a baby rabbit, hide torn almost completely from its body as she tortured it to death. For those who have ever wondered, you CAN drop-kick a cat, but I don’t suggest it as they tend to walk funny for a few weeks afterward.

After my sister went to college, all home improvement stopped on the old farm house and the cat got less attention, as well. That combination seemed to cause the cat to look for additional ways to be aggravating. She found that she could climb the screen door on the back porch and get into the rafters that had been uncovered during some planned renovation. She then found a hole that she could squeeze through into the half-story attic room over the rear ell of the house. The room was used only for storage of ancient odds and ends and was in some disarray. As a result, there were times in the night when I would lie sleeping, only to be awoken by the sound of some object falling beyond the door going from my bedroom into the attic. Talk about things going bump in the night! But, at least I knew who was responsible.

One day when the folks were gone and the cat was milling around the back porch, I looked at the sagging screen of the back door and the gap at the top, where the overweight feline had pulled the screen from its frame, and an idea struck me. Going to a closet in the next room, I found an old hot-water bottle and the accompanying hose and nozzle used for things that I won’t discuss here. Filling it with water and mounting the hose and nozzle, I sat a chair a few feet inside the screen door and WAITED.

I didn’t have to wait long. Soon, the cat decided to climb the screen to its upstairs territory. Tucking the water bottle under one arm and aiming with the other hand, I clamped my arm down on the bottle for pressure and gave the cat a good hosing. The look of shock on its face was more than I could handle without laughing aloud. The cat dove from the screen, ran a few feet and shook the water off as best it could. A few minutes later, it tried climbing the screen again with the same results. It left the porch that time.

That evening, Mom was in the closet for some reason and asked if I’d been using the hot-water bottle. When I told her that I had and what for, she and Dad cracked up. A few days later, Dad got the ladder, found the hole into the attic and patched it. I never did break the cat of climbing the screen even though I “shot” her a few more times. Cats are cats, after all. With the hole blocked, she sometimes just sat on one of the rafters and stared down at me with a disgusted look on her face. Life’s rough for a farm cat with an ornery boy around! © 2017
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Tuesday, July 18, 2017

Too Dern Hot!

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It was entirely too hot for this old geezer to do anything outside today, so I ended up napping for two hours this afternoon, rather than one. My sleep pattern is all messed up, but with this heat, it’s not like it’s affecting anything worthwhile. There’s nothing on TV worth watching, but the missus perseveres and I spend too much time on the computer. The dog naps a lot.

I can’t remember if I mentioned that I put some Freon (or whatever it may be) in my truck A/C, but I did and it helped. It got up to 93 in town today when we went in to run an errand, so I’m glad the A/C was “percolating.” It hadn’t been bad on my side, but it wasn’t blowing very cold on my wife’s side, so she was really happy about the change. As near as I can tell, I only used about half the can.

Somewhere along the way, somebody lost the little cap that covers the valve where you put it in, and the ones in the “kit” I got to tighten the valve were both too large. So today I got a little rubber stopper at the hardware store and rasped it down where it would “screw” into the opening above the valve.

We’re trying to sell a few things on Facebook, but no-one around here has any money, so we basically have to give it away. Rather than fool with people for pennies on the dollar, we sometimes just take stuff to the Salvation Army and let THEM deal with it. It doesn’t put any money in OUR pocket, but at least whatever few cents they get out of things goes to a good cause.

All my jeans are basically worn out, except one miserably uncomfortable pair that I bought online. I wear them anyway, though, since there are none to buy around here. Maybe I’ll just get some gunny sacks and turn them into kilts; THAT should turn a few heads and be cooler besides! (I suspect a good dose of fabric softener would make them more comfortable, especially if I go “commando!”)

I think I’ll leave you tonight with that vision of loveliness rattling around your head. Stay cool! © 2017
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Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Day By Day, And Calling Out Greed

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There are a couple problems with getting older. One is that you can’t do what you once did. Another problem is that you don’t remember if you do. (Actually, there are MANY problems with getting older, but I won’t go there today.)

As best as I can remember, the only thing that I accomplished Monday was to get my finger nails and toe nails trimmed, and those of the pooch as well. I’d been putting both off for far too long, since the dog was beginning to walk sideways and the circus approached me about being one of their side-shows as the long-nailed man from the West Virginia woods. I suspect that I may have done something else that day, but that’s all I remember.

Now Tuesday, I took my recently acquired garden sickle and cut the grass and weeds that try to grow along the front porch where the mower can’t reach. I’m pretty sure that there were two other things that I did that day, but they’re lost to history. I DID go to Kroger’s and pick up a med that they would normally have charged me $34 for, but sold to me for $11 by price-matching Chinamart.

Today, I took the truck to the shop to learn why it began blowing steam or something out the AC vents yesterday evening. (We were able to get by just by turning the AC off and putting the windows down, since the main heat of the day was past.) I’d been asking the Lord to make it a cheap fix and He answered my prayer to the affirmative. I had to spend $4 to get a “kit” so I could tighten the valve at the “in” port of my AC. Whew! I suspect it’s been lose for about five years now, since I’ve had to add Freon every year. I’ll see if that ends the problem. I also got one of those cans of Freon that’s been advertised showing the thieving dog. I think it’s to the point of needing a little added.

I also picked up another med at Kroger’s today. They would have charged me $24, if I hadn’t mentioned that they only charged me $4 last time. Once again, it was a Chinamart match and I got it for $4. Now what gets me is this: I seriously doubt if Chinamart is using the drugs as loss leaders. I could be wrong, but I’d lay money that they’re still getting some mark-up. In that case, Kroger’s probably is too. So is it REALLY necessary to add $23 to the cost of the first med and $20 to the second? That seems pretty greedy to me.

I originally started getting my meds at Kroger’s because Chinamart was ridiculously understaffed and the wait was too long. That was remedied long ago. I continued getting them at Kroger’s because I LOATHE giving so much money to Chinamart, since we do nearly ALL of our shopping there. What I’m struggling with is this: Does a company THAT greedy, deserve my continued business, even if they DO match Chinamart’s price when asked? © 2017
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Monday, July 10, 2017

Wrong Side Of The Bed

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My wife and I grew up on farms, so we used to be early risers. Somewhere along the way, maybe due in part to 12 years of afternoon shift, four years total of unemployment and now two years of retirement, we’ve become night-owls. We both have trouble getting to sleep, so stay up late, and then sleep late, which re-enforces the problem.

Another problem for me is that I need a little time for my system to wake up before I can eat anything, whereas my wife wakes up hungry enough to eat a horse. Worse yet, she usually wakes up a few minutes ahead of me. Then she hollers “Lunch!” Now it might be 11AM, or it might be 8:30, but it’s lunch and it’s NOT a small meal!

Lunch was reasonably late today at 10AM, but my belly still wasn’t awake yet. As soon as I sat down, the Mighty Dachshund began a terrific session of rolling on the floor right in front of me. That’s her way of saying, “GEE, I’m thrilled to see you, I’ve missed you and I’ve got to go outside RIGHT THIS SECOND!” So, I left my meal untouched, put on my jeans and took her out. She proceeded to drain a while and then, for the next several minutes, purged her bowels over twenty feet and in three piles. I’m sure she felt better afterwards. After cleaning her off (Who wants poop on the carpet?) I took her back inside and washed my hands.

Returning to my then cool meal, I ate my green beans and macaroni and cheese with gusto, the fried chicken thigh—not so much. I prefer breast meat, but any and all chicken is okay. My wife prefers thighs, which she invariably rolls in flour and fries. Unless they’re grilled, I’ve always found them to be fatty and don’t much care for them. However, she loves them and they’re the best price so, when we have chicken, we have thighs. Wonderful! (Could you cut that sarcasm with a knife or WHAT?)

After turning on my computer, my own innards seemed to be calling my name, so I headed for the little room at the foot of the stairs. My wife asked if I was headed there and, when I answered in the affirmative, she told me to hurry up, because she needed to go, too. Strange, I wonder why she hadn’t already drug herself away from the TV and gone? Actually, my wife rarely needs to go to the bathroom until I start there, then she needs to go worse than I do. So this time, as I usually do, I told her to go first. A minute later, she emerged, telling me it was a false alarm.

Sometimes, I think her constant need to go only when I do is related to women in public never going to the bathroom alone when other women are available to go with them. Did you ever notice they make a social event out of it? Now I can see if they’re in a seedy section of town and in fear for their life (or their purse), but in a fancy restaurant with a crowd of people nearby? The government should take away some of the money that they use studying cockroaches and tree frogs and investigate that phenomenon. Men around the world would like to know the reason.

Meanwhile back at the ranch, as soon as I emerged from the bathroom and sat down at the computer a lady from the doctor’s office called about some meds. Then my wife brought me a phone number and wanted me to take care of a matter for her. Maybe her “dialing” finger is hurt and she never told me.

As I finished my morning grump here, I looked out the window, thinking that I might tinker around outside before it gets too hot. Unfortunately, I missed my narrow window of opportunity—it’s raining………AGAIN!

Maybe I’ll go back to bed! © 2017
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Saturday, July 8, 2017

Little Stuff Today (except the last item)

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When I was a kid, there was a miniature set of screwdrivers on the shelf over the cookstove in the kitchen. Why, I’m not sure, but since I started wearing glasses in grade school they came in handy many a time. Today, one lens fell out of my wife’s “kitchen glasses,” so I tightened the frames with a set of miniature drivers that I keep in my desk drawer. Then, I checked my own and found one temple looser than I expected. Another “save” for little drivers.

The big wind yesterday knocked a tree over in a cemetery across from our city park. In falling, it took down the cemetery fence and the power lines, closed the street and probably demolished some gravestones. Several other trees around town came down, too, and power still isn’t restored a couple places. We noticed that tree along the front of our property succumbed to the wind, also. The power company half-killed it a few years ago with spray and it’s never been the same since. Apparently too many roots were killed, too.

The insurance company sent me a card the other day to record the mileage on my wife’s car, in hopes that she would lose her low mileage discount. They’ll be very disappointed to learn that the care has only been driven 101 miles in the last 16 months! I LOVE IT! The greedy jerks!

I went in McDonald’s to use the restroom, before we got the three of us an ice cream cone apiece today. The whole time, some black chic was on the PA moaning, groaning and screaming. I assume someone considered it “music” to dine by.

There’s a kayaker missing from some who were swept over a local dam today. I hope it’s no-one from my daughter-in-laws group. © 2017
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Friday, July 7, 2017

The Day’s Porch Sits

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It was already light when I got up to take the pooch out. It had rained some and stormed a bit for two days and we were supposed to have another day of it today. Therefore, I wanted to be sure the pooch didn’t just drain, but dumped as well, since it wasn’t then raining. It had apparently rained just before light, since everything was wet, and the Mighty Dachshund is rather cat-like in her dislike of water. Still, I made her drag her low-slung belly into the grass of her dumping ground and wouldn’t let her leave until she dropped a load. It was a small load, but she hasn’t eaten too much the last couple days, so that was okay. (I just KNEW you’d want to know all this! – lol)

Afterward, we took our positions on the porch and surveyed what we could of our estate from our observation point. It was cloudy and rainy-looking, but there was no wind or thunder. The humidity was so thick that it looked almost foggy. A few birds sang inside the edge of the woods. A couple tufted-titmice made the chirring sound that can sometimes be mistaken for a distance squirrel scolding an intruder. I heard no dogs or roosters, but a couple nearby crows gave the pooch and I something to listen to.

The pooch first lay down near the west end of the porch, where she very rarely goes. Eventually tiring of that view, she turned 90 degrees and propped her head up on the double 2x4’s that run along the north end of the porch under the posts. Eventually tiring of that view also, she finally took her usual position just beyond my right foot and facing the county road 200 feet to the east. There she remained.

After a few minutes, she saw a fawn come out into the lawn from the north and gave a slight growl. I quietly told her to hush, and she did, but the fawn heard me anyway and looked our way. The pooch wanted to growl or bark, but I kept “shushing” her and she managed to just barely resist making a racket. The fawn, deciding it wasn’t in danger took a drink from the biggest water-hole in the drive-way. Eventually, it grazed its way back the edge of the lawn and soon entered the woods, not to reappear. Had it been my wife with the pooch, there would have been no quieting her. I’m not sure if it’s because she thinks that she has to “protect” the missus, or whether the missus simply doesn’t make her mind.

After a little over a half-hour, the pooch decided that she’d had enough nature observation, stood up and walked the short distance to the door. She left behind a good-sized wet spot on the cement floor of the porch, which was half the reason that I gave up a half-hour’s sleep, to let her drain her belly hair and keep the water off the carpet! I then took her inside, where she lay back down by my wife’s bed and I returned to my own for a while.

We were watching one of our favorite shows on TV this afternoon when the pooch made it clear that she was ready for her third sashay outside. The tater-wagon was on the move, though, so she wanted no part of porch sitting. I let her back inside, and sat in the swing to watch the weather. The thunder was wide-ranging and varied from nearby to far away. Sometimes, it seemed to originate at one horizon and travel slowly to the opposite horizon. Considering the distance involved, though, that ol’ tater-wagon must have had a team of fast horses. A few times, it seemed the thunder was circling the house, like a band of TV Indians circling the wagon train.

Eventually, a sprinkle of huge raindrops began falling, but stopped after a few minutes. Soon, a gentle rain began, which grew increasingly harder until it turned into a downpour. It was then I heard the first of only a few lightning strikes some distance away. The wind soon picked up and my left knee began to feel damp, so I got up and walked to the leeward end of the porch to watch from there. It wasn’t long, though, before some of the rain was blowing the full 25’ length of the porch and striking me on the cheek. It was time to go in, as much as I hated to do so.

An hour later, the tater-wagon seems to be leaving the area. Maybe the pooch and I can work in another porch sit before dark. © 2017
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