The price of living can't be quoted in an accurate faction so there isn't anyway to value the soreness that my body has produced for me to wear today. Tho, in obtaining the weary muscles cutting sprouts my body was able to turn loose the other two pounds. I'm pretty sure the two pounds didn't come from the back of my legs, my arms nor the lower part of my back so why the protest there? Great! You work your ass off and it doesn't complain but the rest of the body makes up for it.....................I really didn't work all that hard but I think I'll coast today anyway.
Speaking of coast, why is the land next to the sea called a coast but all the land next to the Lake of the Ozarks called banks? I guess the fact that the sea shoreline was a free thing while the cost of the man made shoreline of the lake was funded by a bank? We're thankful either way. Thankful too, they're just banks instead of Central Trust banks, Missouri Credit Union banks, Eldon banks or whatever.
The painters got two of the four house sides painted yesterday. I believe they are not the norm of the usual crafters that you might find in this area. These guys show up when they say and they work! Doing a pretty good job it appears too.
I'm thinking of all the effort that I'm wasting here and being unable to quote an accurate faction above zero as to it's value, I think I'll quit.
Silence is often misinterpreted but never misquoted. The typed word is a whole nother thing but can still be misinterpreted. Typed words are nothing more than a thought of the moment and can't be given too much sway. Without the feedback necessary to really firm a thought, the typed word can be worthless. Damn it's hard to take! All these days of typing........worthless! I suppose it's better for me than putting quarters in a slot machine or peeing into the wind.
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Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Tuesday, June 29, 2004
June 29
Yesterday's thing, after our loved ones left the area, was to work a few of the neighborly calories off. Neighborly calories are those calories created by the extra bites you take after a meal is finished. As everyone lingers at the table chewing the fat and being neighborly you reach over and place another small piece of meat or just a couple of bites of a dish on your plate. Depending on the length of the neighborly talk this can happen several times. It is impossible for some------------me, to avoid the temptation of, one more, then one more, then one more bite of anything left on the table. This neighborly table talk should never be after a meal but before!
Speaking of neighbors, one of ours left leaving a few things undone on his newest acquired property. That being, I decided to help him accomplish some of his goals while he is incognito or at least gone to another aspect of his life that was a little higher on his priority list.
Age being a natural sprout cutter is one way but then you've got to contend with the resulting trees. He didn't want that so he has been clearing sprouts. I spent awhile doing that for him yesterday and ended up a tad disappointed when I discovered that I had lost only two pounds instead of the four that was my goal. That means back up the hill to the sprout patch today.
When I arrived at the patch yesterday a doe was treating herself to the buds off the already fallen sprouts while her fawn frolicked about. I watched and enjoyed the little ones antics for nearly twenty minutes until a guy drove up to the trash cans with his trash and ran them off. I did get a few pictures but as close as I was I didn't get a good recognizable photo of the beautifully camouflaged fawn.
I remember helping my uncle Bryan cut sprouts when I was only twelve years of age. Back then they were cut with an axe, not chain saws. It seems a lot easier now. Still there are some cautions that should be observed. One I learned, barely missing the hard way was, be very careful when cutting a sprout that has been pushed over but is still attached to it's roots. When the top is bowed to the ground under other ruble and the root end is still in the ground extreme care should be taken when cutting it loose from its roots. When cut, the bow will suddenly straighten out and depending on the severity of the bow, could kill a mule or an ass, dumb ass that is, if the end should hit him/it. The teaching one missed me but taught me well. It scared me enough that a drop or two of sweat ran down the inside of my left leg. After that most of the perspiration was originated from my upper body.
Some of yesterday aggravations were created Saturday when Mikey and I took the walk around the horn. Along the highway there are some tall weeds that we had to wade through. I think passing through there caused me to become the host to a huge party. Some of the little feasters had so much fun they're still hanging around and so far haven't taken the hint to leave. Their partying and the scratching to get them to leave have left the party areas in a nasty condition. Glenda told me that clear fingernail polish was a good way to get rid of chiggers so I tried that. That seems to have helped quite a bit. No more weed wading for me!
A foot is a device for finding chiggers in the grass.
Speaking of neighbors, one of ours left leaving a few things undone on his newest acquired property. That being, I decided to help him accomplish some of his goals while he is incognito or at least gone to another aspect of his life that was a little higher on his priority list.
Age being a natural sprout cutter is one way but then you've got to contend with the resulting trees. He didn't want that so he has been clearing sprouts. I spent awhile doing that for him yesterday and ended up a tad disappointed when I discovered that I had lost only two pounds instead of the four that was my goal. That means back up the hill to the sprout patch today.
When I arrived at the patch yesterday a doe was treating herself to the buds off the already fallen sprouts while her fawn frolicked about. I watched and enjoyed the little ones antics for nearly twenty minutes until a guy drove up to the trash cans with his trash and ran them off. I did get a few pictures but as close as I was I didn't get a good recognizable photo of the beautifully camouflaged fawn.
I remember helping my uncle Bryan cut sprouts when I was only twelve years of age. Back then they were cut with an axe, not chain saws. It seems a lot easier now. Still there are some cautions that should be observed. One I learned, barely missing the hard way was, be very careful when cutting a sprout that has been pushed over but is still attached to it's roots. When the top is bowed to the ground under other ruble and the root end is still in the ground extreme care should be taken when cutting it loose from its roots. When cut, the bow will suddenly straighten out and depending on the severity of the bow, could kill a mule or an ass, dumb ass that is, if the end should hit him/it. The teaching one missed me but taught me well. It scared me enough that a drop or two of sweat ran down the inside of my left leg. After that most of the perspiration was originated from my upper body.
Some of yesterday aggravations were created Saturday when Mikey and I took the walk around the horn. Along the highway there are some tall weeds that we had to wade through. I think passing through there caused me to become the host to a huge party. Some of the little feasters had so much fun they're still hanging around and so far haven't taken the hint to leave. Their partying and the scratching to get them to leave have left the party areas in a nasty condition. Glenda told me that clear fingernail polish was a good way to get rid of chiggers so I tried that. That seems to have helped quite a bit. No more weed wading for me!
A foot is a device for finding chiggers in the grass.
Monday, June 28, 2004
June 28
A nice visit with LaDonna in progress with a rain that hasn't had a daunting effect at all. Fishing has still been possible and the rain hasn't been so loud that we can't carry on a conversation in a normal tone. Unfortunately they'll be leaving this morning for home and may be forced to drive in the rain for a couple of hours.
All three dogs finally got around to playing some. Another day to get more acquainted and Mikey would be in doggie heaven. Already he is tasting a bit of it but much more of the running around and around could kill him. He would probably go without a flinch and with many happy thoughts in his head. He may be a dud since his operation but he still seems to dearly love the girls chasing him. I'd say kind of like some old men I know. Hey! I represent that! RESENT! RESENT! Sorry about that.
Tomi has been faring pretty well too. He minds his own business and so far the girls have not wondered too strongly what his business is. He lays in the office chair and watches the action as it goes by and there isn't too much of that where the office chair is. This morning he ventured further out, I guess to see more of the action and is under the couch upstairs.
The painter and his helper are supposed to be here this morning to power wash the house in preparation for the plans to apply paint. I think he said that would be as soon as the house dries adequately. If you're interested in experiencing the joys of living on the banks of the beautiful Lake of the Ozarks, now is the time to bring your $300,000 and make a deal. If you hurry you can pick your own colors. As of now the plans are to match the garage as close as we can. The painter thinks it is close to a Cape Cod Gray but we'll know for sure before he gets the paint.
What a mind! Assault the battery just came to it. I took a few pictures yesterday then the batteries decided no more. No problem, I put in four others. The second set seemed to want to honor the strike of the first four and refused to work too. I put all eight into a charger and four of them accepted the deal this morning and went back to work. The new benefits didn't seem to satisfy the first four, so as of this writing, half assed negotiations are still in progress. They don't seem to realize how close they are to permanently losing their jobs. Ah, so is life.
Not very often do people give any serious thought to the complications in and of life. The complexities of the body, driving across town to arrive safely along with so many other of the seemingly simple life's happenings. If you are and have, it isn't hard to realize how really lucky some of us are. Have you ever wondered why you're so lucky? I've read that luck is only the natural consequence of habitual positive behavior and I can go along with that. Positive behavior being a product of confidence which is just a little different way to say faith and it doesn't seem to take that much. If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed.
Okay, but while I'm here, if you would think about it, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday. Checking in at least once a day would be a good idea and probably a bare minimum. This should keep the number fresh in your mind. You never know when an emergency could arise. There are quite a few things in life that calling 911 won't help!
Carried away? Nope! I'm getting up from here and walking away under my own power. Hold you applause please.
All three dogs finally got around to playing some. Another day to get more acquainted and Mikey would be in doggie heaven. Already he is tasting a bit of it but much more of the running around and around could kill him. He would probably go without a flinch and with many happy thoughts in his head. He may be a dud since his operation but he still seems to dearly love the girls chasing him. I'd say kind of like some old men I know. Hey! I represent that! RESENT! RESENT! Sorry about that.
Tomi has been faring pretty well too. He minds his own business and so far the girls have not wondered too strongly what his business is. He lays in the office chair and watches the action as it goes by and there isn't too much of that where the office chair is. This morning he ventured further out, I guess to see more of the action and is under the couch upstairs.
The painter and his helper are supposed to be here this morning to power wash the house in preparation for the plans to apply paint. I think he said that would be as soon as the house dries adequately. If you're interested in experiencing the joys of living on the banks of the beautiful Lake of the Ozarks, now is the time to bring your $300,000 and make a deal. If you hurry you can pick your own colors. As of now the plans are to match the garage as close as we can. The painter thinks it is close to a Cape Cod Gray but we'll know for sure before he gets the paint.
What a mind! Assault the battery just came to it. I took a few pictures yesterday then the batteries decided no more. No problem, I put in four others. The second set seemed to want to honor the strike of the first four and refused to work too. I put all eight into a charger and four of them accepted the deal this morning and went back to work. The new benefits didn't seem to satisfy the first four, so as of this writing, half assed negotiations are still in progress. They don't seem to realize how close they are to permanently losing their jobs. Ah, so is life.
Not very often do people give any serious thought to the complications in and of life. The complexities of the body, driving across town to arrive safely along with so many other of the seemingly simple life's happenings. If you are and have, it isn't hard to realize how really lucky some of us are. Have you ever wondered why you're so lucky? I've read that luck is only the natural consequence of habitual positive behavior and I can go along with that. Positive behavior being a product of confidence which is just a little different way to say faith and it doesn't seem to take that much. If ye have faith as a grain of mustard seed.
Okay, but while I'm here, if you would think about it, prayer is kind of like calling home everyday. Checking in at least once a day would be a good idea and probably a bare minimum. This should keep the number fresh in your mind. You never know when an emergency could arise. There are quite a few things in life that calling 911 won't help!
Carried away? Nope! I'm getting up from here and walking away under my own power. Hold you applause please.
Sunday, June 27, 2004
June 27
Today the weather is almost the same as it was exactly one year ago, cloudy, cool with a slight chance of rain. One year and five days ago I got Poison Ivy while cutting the brush along the road. That day I also swam in the lake. Those are a couple of things that I don't see happening this year yet! Ha! I did the brush a week or so ago and was able to avoid the Poison Ivy and it hasn't been near hot enough yet, to raise my desires enough to feel the need to plunge them to the depths of the lake.
Oldest daughter LaDonna and her family will be here sometime today. The last time we saw them was in our rear view mirror on Wednesday September 17th at 4:37 a.m. as we left their house heading for home. I'm thinking a real good visit is in store for all of us. They plan to spend the night then head for Saginaw, Texas and their home in the morning.
Another reason that the visit might be as good as it could, is because the weather looks like we may all be sitting around in the house instead of boat riding or fishing. I said might because the NASCAR race will be TV on at 4:30. Maybe we won't turn the TV on.
They're also bringing their two female Boston Terriers, Gracie and Pepper, that have, in the one earlier encounter, dictated to Mikey what to play, when to play and with which toy he might play with. In the past the toy Gracie, the tiniest thing you ever did see, would let him play with was.........NONE OF THEM. I doubt that it will be much different this time. Mikey still has a good time no matter. Anything different to Mikey is GOOD.
The, Tomi strange dogs results, are a cause for wonderment but I'm pretty sure little Tomi can hold his ground even tho clawless. He can huff up to appear twice his size and really look frightful. One time outside, a strange dog came down the road and turned to come down the stairs while we, including Tomi were standing on the porch. I just knew Tomi would head out but instead he huffed up and started toward the dog. I guess the dog was not that interested so he turned and left. During this visit, Tomi will probably spend most of his time in the window above the computer ......................watching.
No wild stories, no tame stories, no stories at all today. The threat from Glenda yesterday when she thought I had storied to her on only a minor matter was enough to stop me from ever telling another story. By the way, I did not story to her!
Oldest daughter LaDonna and her family will be here sometime today. The last time we saw them was in our rear view mirror on Wednesday September 17th at 4:37 a.m. as we left their house heading for home. I'm thinking a real good visit is in store for all of us. They plan to spend the night then head for Saginaw, Texas and their home in the morning.
Another reason that the visit might be as good as it could, is because the weather looks like we may all be sitting around in the house instead of boat riding or fishing. I said might because the NASCAR race will be TV on at 4:30. Maybe we won't turn the TV on.
They're also bringing their two female Boston Terriers, Gracie and Pepper, that have, in the one earlier encounter, dictated to Mikey what to play, when to play and with which toy he might play with. In the past the toy Gracie, the tiniest thing you ever did see, would let him play with was.........NONE OF THEM. I doubt that it will be much different this time. Mikey still has a good time no matter. Anything different to Mikey is GOOD.
The, Tomi strange dogs results, are a cause for wonderment but I'm pretty sure little Tomi can hold his ground even tho clawless. He can huff up to appear twice his size and really look frightful. One time outside, a strange dog came down the road and turned to come down the stairs while we, including Tomi were standing on the porch. I just knew Tomi would head out but instead he huffed up and started toward the dog. I guess the dog was not that interested so he turned and left. During this visit, Tomi will probably spend most of his time in the window above the computer ......................watching.
No wild stories, no tame stories, no stories at all today. The threat from Glenda yesterday when she thought I had storied to her on only a minor matter was enough to stop me from ever telling another story. By the way, I did not story to her!
Saturday, June 26, 2004
June 26
Good morning boys, was that the Chattanooga Cho Cho? ...........
Nope! Just another fairly large boat with the exhausts of the two V8 engines opened, being piloted wide open out the cove with only the operator aboard. Typically, the operator is a fifty eight to sixty seven year old male, mostly bald guy, with a good tanned sheen to his upper body. The only exceptions being the underside of the large paunch lying on his lap, the undersides of his breasts and the areas they cover. Of course in his hand he has his can of Budweiser hormone booster and a blue Viagra pill in his key holder. When his best estimation puts him about forty five minutes from his week-end home he will slug the pill down with his seventh or eight beer of the trip.
There at his week-end home his 42 year old second wife of seven years awaits him. An un-natural blonde with a very dark, full tanned body scantily covered by a very tiny bikini. A really spectacular body if viewed from a distance, but a closer view would reveal many age clues as well as a huge lack of sparkle in her, been there, eyes. A closer inspection would show several almost invisible scars that seem to come in pairs. Like scars, here on her face, like scars, there on her face, like scars, under each of her generous breasts and a few other almost invisible scars tucked into several places on her body.
She is standing on the upper deck, being watchful for the appearance of her husband, as she tells the guy on the phone how much she misses him and how much she despises week-ends. As she sees her husband make the turn toward the dock she quickly says into the phone, "I'd better go now but I'll talk to you later. I love you. Bye." She then hurries toward the dock with a large semi-fake smile across her heavily made up face. She arrives at the dock just in time to help dock the boat and then with a little effort, manages to welcome her husband back home with a tiny kiss on the cheek as he disembarks the boat onto the dock.
After the boat is haphazardly but safely stowed on the lift, he staggers up toward the house while she dutifully follows asking if he would like something to eat. He responds with, "all I want is a double shot and you!"
With the drink they sit on the sofa where he quickly gulps it and proceeds to drunkenly lay a mouthy, lots of tongue but short lived kiss to her more than natural full lips. During the kiss his hands begin roaming the curves of her voluptuous body. After only the one short sloppy kiss he begins to slip his head face down into her lap. In less than a minute the first little snore is emitted. After the third huge snore she carefully slides out and makes her way back to the balcony and to the cordless phone laying there.
Gees! I got carried away! I was only going to say how so many of the, getting old guys, throw so much money into attempts to pump some feelings of the, youth past, back into their lives. Maybe trying for things that they would have liked to have done many years ago. Things that their younger dutiful, and make a living laborious life, had left no time to explore at the time. Guys, creating problems for themselves as well as others as they try to wreak a little happiness out of the sadness of their new, older, wonder what I missed world that had been slipping up on them for several years. The time, they are finally forced to admit to themselves they are caught in.
I just re-read this and believe that is about what I said but with quite a few more words than was necessary.
As I re-read this I also thought of a picture of a herd of Indian ponies raising a huge cloud of dust as they gallop across the plains............................Writer-less! Nothing on the backs of any of them. The whole scene and message, not a writer at all.
Here she comes I've got to go now, Bye
Nope! Just another fairly large boat with the exhausts of the two V8 engines opened, being piloted wide open out the cove with only the operator aboard. Typically, the operator is a fifty eight to sixty seven year old male, mostly bald guy, with a good tanned sheen to his upper body. The only exceptions being the underside of the large paunch lying on his lap, the undersides of his breasts and the areas they cover. Of course in his hand he has his can of Budweiser hormone booster and a blue Viagra pill in his key holder. When his best estimation puts him about forty five minutes from his week-end home he will slug the pill down with his seventh or eight beer of the trip.
There at his week-end home his 42 year old second wife of seven years awaits him. An un-natural blonde with a very dark, full tanned body scantily covered by a very tiny bikini. A really spectacular body if viewed from a distance, but a closer view would reveal many age clues as well as a huge lack of sparkle in her, been there, eyes. A closer inspection would show several almost invisible scars that seem to come in pairs. Like scars, here on her face, like scars, there on her face, like scars, under each of her generous breasts and a few other almost invisible scars tucked into several places on her body.
She is standing on the upper deck, being watchful for the appearance of her husband, as she tells the guy on the phone how much she misses him and how much she despises week-ends. As she sees her husband make the turn toward the dock she quickly says into the phone, "I'd better go now but I'll talk to you later. I love you. Bye." She then hurries toward the dock with a large semi-fake smile across her heavily made up face. She arrives at the dock just in time to help dock the boat and then with a little effort, manages to welcome her husband back home with a tiny kiss on the cheek as he disembarks the boat onto the dock.
After the boat is haphazardly but safely stowed on the lift, he staggers up toward the house while she dutifully follows asking if he would like something to eat. He responds with, "all I want is a double shot and you!"
With the drink they sit on the sofa where he quickly gulps it and proceeds to drunkenly lay a mouthy, lots of tongue but short lived kiss to her more than natural full lips. During the kiss his hands begin roaming the curves of her voluptuous body. After only the one short sloppy kiss he begins to slip his head face down into her lap. In less than a minute the first little snore is emitted. After the third huge snore she carefully slides out and makes her way back to the balcony and to the cordless phone laying there.
Gees! I got carried away! I was only going to say how so many of the, getting old guys, throw so much money into attempts to pump some feelings of the, youth past, back into their lives. Maybe trying for things that they would have liked to have done many years ago. Things that their younger dutiful, and make a living laborious life, had left no time to explore at the time. Guys, creating problems for themselves as well as others as they try to wreak a little happiness out of the sadness of their new, older, wonder what I missed world that had been slipping up on them for several years. The time, they are finally forced to admit to themselves they are caught in.
I just re-read this and believe that is about what I said but with quite a few more words than was necessary.
As I re-read this I also thought of a picture of a herd of Indian ponies raising a huge cloud of dust as they gallop across the plains............................Writer-less! Nothing on the backs of any of them. The whole scene and message, not a writer at all.
Here she comes I've got to go now, Bye
Friday, June 25, 2004
June 25
Clouds to begin the day then sunshine then back to clouds, I can clearly see why nature is referred to as a she. Seems like again this morning she is having a typical feminine moment trying to decide what the hell she wants to do. Sometimes nature can be a bitch too, with her severe storms, tornadoes and wintry weather. Some of her terrible heat production with the very high humidity also would qualify her. Most everyone love women and some of the reason must be because of their temperament or would that be, in spite of..... .....humm. There are surely many many other reasons. Well anyway, with nature's unpredictable weather it's very possible you can also end up feeling screwed. Have you ever noticed after a huge scary storm or whatever has passed, the very high intense feelings slowly ebb, leaving you feeling a little drained and happy to be alive? Well do tell.
There are many problems associated with getting older. Now isn't that an intelligent unnecessary statement? I'm sure there are several people out there that still haven't experienced some of them yet. Tho I've not been to all of them yet either, let me mention a few . More than the need for eyeglasses, man made teeth, hearing amplifiers and the many aches and pain problems here are a few that have been printed many times before but I thought I'd throw them in again anyway in case you missed them. You won't care anymore where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along. A sexy babe that might catch your fancy could cause your pacemaker to open the garage door. "Getting a little action" can only mean things worked out and you won't need any fiber for a day. "Getting lucky" can mean you was able to find your car in the parking lot. An "all-nighter" might mean no more than you didn't need to get up during the night to pee! The final thing I'm saying on this; one more problem of being old. That is when old men, wanting so much to once again experience the very high intense feelings that slowly ebb, leaving him feeling a little drained and happy to be alive, spend most of their days sitting around wishing with all their might for a severe storm or tornado type weather. Ah, their desired relief attained, they roll over and take a nap.
Someone sent me:
Another year has passed
and we're all a little older.
Last summer felt hotter
and winter seems much colder.
I rack my brain for happy thoughts,
to put down on my pad,
But lots of things that come to mind
that make me kind of sad.
There was a time not long ago
when life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
about "Living in the Past"
We used to go to weddings,
football games and lunches.
Now we go to funeral homes,
and after-funeral brunches.
We used to have hangovers,
from parties that were gay.
Now we suffer body aches
and while the night away.
We used to go out dining,
and couldn't get our fill.
Now we ask for doggie bags,
come home and take a pill.
We used to often travel
to places near and far.
Now we get sore asses
from riding in the car.
We used to go out shopping
for new clothing at the Mall
But, now we never bother...
all the sizes are too small.
We used to go to nightclubs
and drink a little booze.
Now we stay at home at night
and watch the evening news.
That, my friend is how life is,
and now my tale is told.
So, enjoy each day and live it up...
before you're too damned old!
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. ~ Anaïs Nin
There are many problems associated with getting older. Now isn't that an intelligent unnecessary statement? I'm sure there are several people out there that still haven't experienced some of them yet. Tho I've not been to all of them yet either, let me mention a few . More than the need for eyeglasses, man made teeth, hearing amplifiers and the many aches and pain problems here are a few that have been printed many times before but I thought I'd throw them in again anyway in case you missed them. You won't care anymore where your spouse goes, just as long as you don't have to go along. A sexy babe that might catch your fancy could cause your pacemaker to open the garage door. "Getting a little action" can only mean things worked out and you won't need any fiber for a day. "Getting lucky" can mean you was able to find your car in the parking lot. An "all-nighter" might mean no more than you didn't need to get up during the night to pee! The final thing I'm saying on this; one more problem of being old. That is when old men, wanting so much to once again experience the very high intense feelings that slowly ebb, leaving him feeling a little drained and happy to be alive, spend most of their days sitting around wishing with all their might for a severe storm or tornado type weather. Ah, their desired relief attained, they roll over and take a nap.
Someone sent me:
Another year has passed
and we're all a little older.
Last summer felt hotter
and winter seems much colder.
I rack my brain for happy thoughts,
to put down on my pad,
But lots of things that come to mind
that make me kind of sad.
There was a time not long ago
when life was quite a blast.
Now I fully understand
about "Living in the Past"
We used to go to weddings,
football games and lunches.
Now we go to funeral homes,
and after-funeral brunches.
We used to have hangovers,
from parties that were gay.
Now we suffer body aches
and while the night away.
We used to go out dining,
and couldn't get our fill.
Now we ask for doggie bags,
come home and take a pill.
We used to often travel
to places near and far.
Now we get sore asses
from riding in the car.
We used to go out shopping
for new clothing at the Mall
But, now we never bother...
all the sizes are too small.
We used to go to nightclubs
and drink a little booze.
Now we stay at home at night
and watch the evening news.
That, my friend is how life is,
and now my tale is told.
So, enjoy each day and live it up...
before you're too damned old!
Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death. ~ Anaïs Nin
Thursday, June 24, 2004
June 24
Got up a little later than usual this morning. At 5:28 the dawn had already gotten a good start but I don't think I missed anything. If I looked for a positive I'd first say that I probably saved nine or ten cents in electricity since I didn't need to turn so many lights on to navigate. Of course I would need to insert the fact that I stayed up rather late last night with lots of lights on as I finished a book and therefore, if it was figured, there was probably no savings but most likely in fact, a loss. I'll just drop this after I mention the really big positive, I was alive and able to get up! Blessed again! Thank God! Hallelujah!
Jump up spin around, make a pot of coffee.
Jump up spin around, take a shower too.
Jump up spin around, down the stairs.
Sit down sat down, now what'll I do?--------------Bummer
Sitting here thinking, I am very able to see how much I, and I suspect a whole passel of other folks take for granted. What with another whole day and night of blessings, miracles and wondrous happenings behind me I'm unable to pick up on a thing interesting enough to type about. Isn't life a little weird?
I had to interrupt this for Glenda's call for a bite of breakfast. I think I may have learned something too. She asked me how my eggs tasted and I truthfully told her they were great. I really like fried eggs. She asked if they tasted any different than the others in the days past. Of course the answer was no. "Well", she said, "these were brown eggs instead of white". From this I'm thinking it may be true that beyond the surface we're all basically the same. The fact she bought the brown eggs because of their bargain price of fifty cents a dozen has no relation to anything and I'm sorry I mentioned it!
"One way to stop a runaway horse is to bet on him." ---Jeffrey Bernard.........Or click delete!---Bummer
It could also work on a mule, a donkey or an ass. A dumb-ass is one who just plods along through life without realizing that he is in a race. If all the racers were asses betting on one wouldn't help. It would be like a lot of us and can only be left to bare-ass luck.
I'll race now to the send button and you can race to the delete.
Jump up spin around, make a pot of coffee.
Jump up spin around, take a shower too.
Jump up spin around, down the stairs.
Sit down sat down, now what'll I do?--------------Bummer
Sitting here thinking, I am very able to see how much I, and I suspect a whole passel of other folks take for granted. What with another whole day and night of blessings, miracles and wondrous happenings behind me I'm unable to pick up on a thing interesting enough to type about. Isn't life a little weird?
I had to interrupt this for Glenda's call for a bite of breakfast. I think I may have learned something too. She asked me how my eggs tasted and I truthfully told her they were great. I really like fried eggs. She asked if they tasted any different than the others in the days past. Of course the answer was no. "Well", she said, "these were brown eggs instead of white". From this I'm thinking it may be true that beyond the surface we're all basically the same. The fact she bought the brown eggs because of their bargain price of fifty cents a dozen has no relation to anything and I'm sorry I mentioned it!
"One way to stop a runaway horse is to bet on him." ---Jeffrey Bernard.........Or click delete!---Bummer
It could also work on a mule, a donkey or an ass. A dumb-ass is one who just plods along through life without realizing that he is in a race. If all the racers were asses betting on one wouldn't help. It would be like a lot of us and can only be left to bare-ass luck.
I'll race now to the send button and you can race to the delete.
Wednesday, June 23, 2004
June 23
If yesterday was a bust for anyone it was self inflected and I might have been one of those dummies! What in the world can keep you from the realization of the blessing that you've been bestowed? So many others in our past have not had the privilege to do another day, some have, but without the ability to do it in a way they might prefer. I'm not going to ever let another day go by that I don't count my blessings!
I did re-install the disposal, mow the lawn and walk up after the mail but most of my day I wasted. I temporally installed the old countertops in the garage and did a few e-mails but from somewhere a few unhappy thoughts slipped up on me and took the up down. Down, is a place visited often by almost everyone but it is a place no one should want to stay. Rain to start the day was an influence but it cleaned up in a short and should have not caused the problem. It turned into a beautiful and cool day. I suppose it was only a human thing and was just meant to be.
I do wonder if Glenda's seemingly indifference to another day and her staying in bed till almost 7:00 might have made a difference. She has been a pretty indifferent person of late. Old men need a push! Maybe younger women need help too?
Well, today already looks better. As I look out the little window I see what appears to be a struggle by mother nature as she pushes the sun trying to give birth to another day. The fog raising from the quite and still surface of the water as if trying to meet the sun part way. The stillness of the water is broken here and there as a fish makes or misses it's morning meal. I see the damn Sparrows as they jabber and prance back and forth as if flaunting their ownership of our Purple Martin bird houses. Huh! The sun made it to just the correct position that I had to shut the window blind so I guess that's the end of that.
Since I'm so close to the bottom of this message I might as well end it too.
Climb up on some hill at sunrise. Everybody needs perspective once in a while, and you'll find it there.--Robb Sagendorph
I did re-install the disposal, mow the lawn and walk up after the mail but most of my day I wasted. I temporally installed the old countertops in the garage and did a few e-mails but from somewhere a few unhappy thoughts slipped up on me and took the up down. Down, is a place visited often by almost everyone but it is a place no one should want to stay. Rain to start the day was an influence but it cleaned up in a short and should have not caused the problem. It turned into a beautiful and cool day. I suppose it was only a human thing and was just meant to be.
I do wonder if Glenda's seemingly indifference to another day and her staying in bed till almost 7:00 might have made a difference. She has been a pretty indifferent person of late. Old men need a push! Maybe younger women need help too?
Well, today already looks better. As I look out the little window I see what appears to be a struggle by mother nature as she pushes the sun trying to give birth to another day. The fog raising from the quite and still surface of the water as if trying to meet the sun part way. The stillness of the water is broken here and there as a fish makes or misses it's morning meal. I see the damn Sparrows as they jabber and prance back and forth as if flaunting their ownership of our Purple Martin bird houses. Huh! The sun made it to just the correct position that I had to shut the window blind so I guess that's the end of that.
Since I'm so close to the bottom of this message I might as well end it too.
Climb up on some hill at sunrise. Everybody needs perspective once in a while, and you'll find it there.--Robb Sagendorph
Tuesday, June 22, 2004
June 22
I've read all the mail this morning including several sites that we subscribe to searching for a topic to carry up here onto my soapbox. Something must not be clicking in my head because if I found a topic my quick as a snake mind must have ran past without taking the time to recognize it. That or because of my down in the dirt crawly snaky mind it passed so far over my head that I missed it. All this means is the same old challenge to type anything worthwhile is still as strong as ever. Despite my dirty mind the saying, " It isn't difficult to make a mountain out of a molehill, just add a little dirt." my mountain still usually comes out pretty flat or mostly downhill. But what the heck, if only one out of seven have any content then that is some kind of success. It would certainly be more than the results if I didn't make any attempt it at all. Okay, okay, one in fifteen! I still stand by my answer.
Glenda finally got her stove yesterday. Just about time too. We only have enough leftovers from the barbeque to last us another couple of days. Those ribs sure are good! I hate to see the last one go. My poor mind hung up there for a minute. You know the, 'see it go' part? What your body doesn't want to keep is sent out to special place in the yard, that brings to mind the, "dust to dust", thing and has me talking dirty again but it just reinforces the downhill slide instead of making a mountain.
"The only thing in life achieved without effort is failure." Where does that leave me after all my efforts?
Hey, "Don't smile because it's over, cry because it happened."
Thinking of the ribs again, all good things must come to an end then adding, even bad things must end sooner or later. Some later ones should have been sooner. END
Glenda finally got her stove yesterday. Just about time too. We only have enough leftovers from the barbeque to last us another couple of days. Those ribs sure are good! I hate to see the last one go. My poor mind hung up there for a minute. You know the, 'see it go' part? What your body doesn't want to keep is sent out to special place in the yard, that brings to mind the, "dust to dust", thing and has me talking dirty again but it just reinforces the downhill slide instead of making a mountain.
"The only thing in life achieved without effort is failure." Where does that leave me after all my efforts?
Hey, "Don't smile because it's over, cry because it happened."
Thinking of the ribs again, all good things must come to an end then adding, even bad things must end sooner or later. Some later ones should have been sooner. END
Monday, June 21, 2004
June 21
Yesterday Glenda had some neighbors over for an evening meal, the meat she prepared on the old grill. It was another good day with tasty food, a nice visit with friends and HAPPY FATHER'S DAY calls from both daughters. No hearing aid problem this time. Dale Jarrett came in third in the NASCAR race and tho the company was asked and did cook some of the food it was still a good time. Glenda still doesn't have a stove but the guy did call and she may get it sometime this afternoon.
Ruthie's birthday is the 27th but she will be into her trip to New York so we made this her birthday dinner. Sure she brought some of the food but she was rewarded with a few presents. I think she came out okay. She is going to add another number to her tally but she doesn't look even one day older. She has made it possible for us to see how people can say 39 and holding.
Rain is likely again for here and very soon if one can believe what one hears. My hearing hasn't improved any so I may have misunderstood but it is cloudy. This could sadly, ha, disrupt my lawn mowing plans. Plan B may need to be implemented..........It is a really good book.
Concrete is hard as are countertops but one of the hardest things I've encountered so far this morning is typing anything that would interest anyone very much so I think I'll just quit.
Rain just struck!
Today's quote: "Without fools the rest of us could not succeed." ~ Mark Twain
Ruthie's birthday is the 27th but she will be into her trip to New York so we made this her birthday dinner. Sure she brought some of the food but she was rewarded with a few presents. I think she came out okay. She is going to add another number to her tally but she doesn't look even one day older. She has made it possible for us to see how people can say 39 and holding.
Rain is likely again for here and very soon if one can believe what one hears. My hearing hasn't improved any so I may have misunderstood but it is cloudy. This could sadly, ha, disrupt my lawn mowing plans. Plan B may need to be implemented..........It is a really good book.
Concrete is hard as are countertops but one of the hardest things I've encountered so far this morning is typing anything that would interest anyone very much so I think I'll just quit.
Rain just struck!
Today's quote: "Without fools the rest of us could not succeed." ~ Mark Twain
June 20
Had a nice meal and visit yesterday at the anniversary celebration but thankfully I was able to tear the two with me away before the music started. Even at that it was pretty late. Heck, we didn't get home till a little after 7:00. I was just sure we were going to be caught out after dark but I was wrong and we made it home in fine time.
One thing about being at gatherings of people, I would say if there are more than six, even with my hearing aids help, I end up nodding without any idea if I'm nodding in the proper direction. I think that most of the time I must nod the wrong way because folks begin to avoid talking with me after awhile. That works out pretty well but after sitting around alone among all of those people it starts to become a little un-nerving. I know the needle on my smart gauge doesn't swing very far to the right anytime but sitting there stupid for three and a half hours makes it feel like the needle is bumping the peg on the left and I don't like that very much. Sooo, I start working on Glenda. I'm thinking she left a little before she wanted to. Her not talking to me all the way home was my biggest clue. That would have been a good time to rest my strained ears some but she turned the radio on and hummed. I was mildly relieved to hear her talk this morning even if it was only to tell me to take the garbage out.
Well on with me, I've got bigger fish to fry...........Ha! I still can't even catch a small one!
We cannot hold a torch to light another person's path without brightening our own. -----Ben Sweetland
One thing about being at gatherings of people, I would say if there are more than six, even with my hearing aids help, I end up nodding without any idea if I'm nodding in the proper direction. I think that most of the time I must nod the wrong way because folks begin to avoid talking with me after awhile. That works out pretty well but after sitting around alone among all of those people it starts to become a little un-nerving. I know the needle on my smart gauge doesn't swing very far to the right anytime but sitting there stupid for three and a half hours makes it feel like the needle is bumping the peg on the left and I don't like that very much. Sooo, I start working on Glenda. I'm thinking she left a little before she wanted to. Her not talking to me all the way home was my biggest clue. That would have been a good time to rest my strained ears some but she turned the radio on and hummed. I was mildly relieved to hear her talk this morning even if it was only to tell me to take the garbage out.
Well on with me, I've got bigger fish to fry...........Ha! I still can't even catch a small one!
We cannot hold a torch to light another person's path without brightening our own. -----Ben Sweetland
Saturday, June 19, 2004
June19
Not a lot to be said about yesterday other than it's gone and today has taken it's place. We're given another chance to hopefully, make good in some way for us as well as others. You know that after a day is gone it's gone for good and it's impossible to go back to change anything. That might be a good thing to keep in mind full time. A wasted day didn't stop your body from aging nor the grass from growing. Too many wasted days could find a man gone without living a huge portion of his life or so old and decrepit that he can only sit and daydream or wish about things he should have or could have done. Geez! It must have been something I read.
Today there is a trip to Jeff City on the books. Going to pick Lena up and go to a fortieth wedding anniversary celebration complete with food, music, dance and visiting with other relatives and friends. I can do the food part and visiting just fine but the thoughts of the dancing and music leave me overall, a little short of enthusiasm for the trip.
I don't know yet I fear it's true, most long for the end, so I give you it's due.......Burma Shave.
To the question of your life you are the answer, and to the problems of your life you are the solution. ~ Joe Cordare
Today there is a trip to Jeff City on the books. Going to pick Lena up and go to a fortieth wedding anniversary celebration complete with food, music, dance and visiting with other relatives and friends. I can do the food part and visiting just fine but the thoughts of the dancing and music leave me overall, a little short of enthusiasm for the trip.
I don't know yet I fear it's true, most long for the end, so I give you it's due.......Burma Shave.
To the question of your life you are the answer, and to the problems of your life you are the solution. ~ Joe Cordare
Friday, June 18, 2004
June 18
Well, yesterday did turn out to be another two shower two clothes change day. Dale and I cleaned the road with our backpack blowers then while he moved some gravel with his skid-steer, I burned the leaves down the ditches. After lunch we went back and cleaned the road again. The skid-steer carries a lot more stuff than what you put into the bucket except it doesn't let you put the extra where you want.
I came home, fired up the weed-eater another time and cleaned out on the upper road above the garage and the upper part between us and next door. It turned out to be a three tick day, but I really do like all of this sweating and grunting. The extra showers are a pain but afterwards the lounging chair is double good as I sit there and read one of the four books I've started.
Glenda could concern me as she allowed another lady to pick her up for the evening. Mary Jo and she went to play bingo at the Lion's Club. She seems to be going to a lot of places with these other.....girls. Today the.....girls are planning to meet in town for lunch then do the bowling thing. I say whatever it takes....with-in reason to be happy is a good plan. Glenda is happy going and I'm happy staying. Also she did win a $50 dollar pot last night. That was a happy maker for us both.
According to our source, the TV, a huge line of storms are headed this way. The storms may or may not be severe and may or may not contain damaging winds, lightning and hail. Sounds like the weather reporter has got it covered either way it goes. Anyway I might as well do the unplugging now just in case one of his scenarios should come to pass. The picture does show the line to be a narrow one so it shouldn't last long.
There is no key to happiness. The door is always open. Go ahead, step on in.
I came home, fired up the weed-eater another time and cleaned out on the upper road above the garage and the upper part between us and next door. It turned out to be a three tick day, but I really do like all of this sweating and grunting. The extra showers are a pain but afterwards the lounging chair is double good as I sit there and read one of the four books I've started.
Glenda could concern me as she allowed another lady to pick her up for the evening. Mary Jo and she went to play bingo at the Lion's Club. She seems to be going to a lot of places with these other.....girls. Today the.....girls are planning to meet in town for lunch then do the bowling thing. I say whatever it takes....with-in reason to be happy is a good plan. Glenda is happy going and I'm happy staying. Also she did win a $50 dollar pot last night. That was a happy maker for us both.
According to our source, the TV, a huge line of storms are headed this way. The storms may or may not be severe and may or may not contain damaging winds, lightning and hail. Sounds like the weather reporter has got it covered either way it goes. Anyway I might as well do the unplugging now just in case one of his scenarios should come to pass. The picture does show the line to be a narrow one so it shouldn't last long.
There is no key to happiness. The door is always open. Go ahead, step on in.
Thursday, June 17, 2004
June 17
Whew! I've done what I'm going to on the road. It was a hot, nasty and wet job that mandated the expected shower and a change of clothes. Only found one tick. My right forearm is dragging it's way through the morning because of the hanging on to the weed-eater for something like five or five and a half hours. I also ended up with a severely bruised butt. It was damaged as I drug it bouncing from step to step when I made my way down to the house after I quit. Glenda showed no sympathy as she refused to kiss it to make it better.
I had to remove the old drop-in kitchen stove Saturday to prepare the place for the new full length model she had ordered. Five days without a stove might be a holiday for the cook but it's kinda hard on the poor slob hanging around three times a day with eating on his mind. Now I guess we'll will be another week without. The guys finally brought it yesterday, got it set up to bring in and found the top was damaged in two places. They already had the old one carted out so they took it and the new one back with them. Don't know how long this wait extension will be. They told us that this was the forth one damaged like this and that they would check the next one before bringing it out.
A calm peaceful day is all I can say as I look out the window this morning. The temperature detecting instrument has detected only eighty one degrees so far and the upper eighties is supposed to be the high for today. Not too bad for a June day in Missouri.
I do see a fish jump now and again. I've been suckered by them before, pulled in by their antics enough to rush down there. With a very positive attitude knowing this was going to be the time, I've cast a tiny jig a million times then when that failed to produce I've dragged a plastic worm across every inch of bottom around the dock and for forty feet out only to disappointedly head back to the house rubbing my aching casting arm and shoulder. Shoot, we don't eat that many fish anyway. That has happened several times for me so I should be educated by now enough to know better.
Never mistake knowledge for wisdom. One helps you make a living, the other helps you make a life.
I had to remove the old drop-in kitchen stove Saturday to prepare the place for the new full length model she had ordered. Five days without a stove might be a holiday for the cook but it's kinda hard on the poor slob hanging around three times a day with eating on his mind. Now I guess we'll will be another week without. The guys finally brought it yesterday, got it set up to bring in and found the top was damaged in two places. They already had the old one carted out so they took it and the new one back with them. Don't know how long this wait extension will be. They told us that this was the forth one damaged like this and that they would check the next one before bringing it out.
A calm peaceful day is all I can say as I look out the window this morning. The temperature detecting instrument has detected only eighty one degrees so far and the upper eighties is supposed to be the high for today. Not too bad for a June day in Missouri.
I do see a fish jump now and again. I've been suckered by them before, pulled in by their antics enough to rush down there. With a very positive attitude knowing this was going to be the time, I've cast a tiny jig a million times then when that failed to produce I've dragged a plastic worm across every inch of bottom around the dock and for forty feet out only to disappointedly head back to the house rubbing my aching casting arm and shoulder. Shoot, we don't eat that many fish anyway. That has happened several times for me so I should be educated by now enough to know better.
Never mistake knowledge for wisdom. One helps you make a living, the other helps you make a life.
Wednesday, June 16, 2004
June 16
An unremarkable day yesterday. It was so hot and humid that after only two hours of working the weeds and brush along our road I was sopping wet. I could literally wring moisture from my shirt. I got everything in shape to use a weed-eater on it anyway. That is my main plan for this day. The sound from the TV indicates this may be another two shower two clothes change day. Just oozing those pounds away.
Glenda had to make two trips to Osage Beach yesterday but she did finally get the two blinds that had been on order at Home Depot for 22 days. What a crap place! We had them shipped to the store instead of our house so they could cut the vanes for us on their machine. When Glenda picked them up they refused to do it. Said cutting the vanes would negate the warranty. Now who ever heard of that? She asked them to cut them anyway and forget the warranty but to no avail. I got them put up before the end of the day and cut them myself.
If you go there for any little thing it seems it almost always turns into a major endeavor. If it wasn't for the no interest or payments for a year and the fact we have some Home Depot stock I'd not buy anything there again. If all the stores are as bad as this one we should sell our stock as fast as we can. No one leaves there happy with the possible exception of the unqualified uninterested unhelpful employees as they head for home after another day of haphazardly frustrating customers, purposely I think.
Okay, okay ..... I'm going! Bye
The meaning of life.............
I made the grueling trek to speak to the wise old man who lives at the top of the mountain and asked of him, "What is the meaning of life?"
And the wise old man spake thus: ""Life is all about ass...either you are covering it, kicking it, kissing it, or trying to get it."
Glenda had to make two trips to Osage Beach yesterday but she did finally get the two blinds that had been on order at Home Depot for 22 days. What a crap place! We had them shipped to the store instead of our house so they could cut the vanes for us on their machine. When Glenda picked them up they refused to do it. Said cutting the vanes would negate the warranty. Now who ever heard of that? She asked them to cut them anyway and forget the warranty but to no avail. I got them put up before the end of the day and cut them myself.
If you go there for any little thing it seems it almost always turns into a major endeavor. If it wasn't for the no interest or payments for a year and the fact we have some Home Depot stock I'd not buy anything there again. If all the stores are as bad as this one we should sell our stock as fast as we can. No one leaves there happy with the possible exception of the unqualified uninterested unhelpful employees as they head for home after another day of haphazardly frustrating customers, purposely I think.
Okay, okay ..... I'm going! Bye
The meaning of life.............
I made the grueling trek to speak to the wise old man who lives at the top of the mountain and asked of him, "What is the meaning of life?"
And the wise old man spake thus: ""Life is all about ass...either you are covering it, kicking it, kissing it, or trying to get it."
Tuesday, June 15, 2004
June 15
Yee Haw! Yesterdays doings took two pounds of weight off my body. The removing the countertops, mowing the lawn, trimming with the weed-eater, blowing off the porch and the remnants of the mowing and trimming then the cussing as I installed the kitchen sink. The guy installed the new countertops in about thirty minutes and it took me about two hours to get the sink in and attach the disposal and drains properly. The work wasn't that hard but it was tedious. What with redoing it forty times trying to get the leaks fixed! You might think cussing wouldn't use many calories but it will if you do it venomously enough and believe me if you think a little bitty tear can let you down try a full blown sink leak ...............In more than one place. One of the most evasive leaks turned out to be nothing but perspiration running down my arms. That one took almost fifteen minutes to discover. By the way I've got some new unpublished cuss words that I made up on the spot. I'm hoping never to use them again so I'll not type them either.
I'm getting a little peeved just thinking about it again! My recommendation would be to quit thinking and typing about it. This is one time I'm going to heed my own advice. Bye!
"Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It's not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it's when you've had everything to do, and you've done it."-- Margaret Thatcher
I'm getting a little peeved just thinking about it again! My recommendation would be to quit thinking and typing about it. This is one time I'm going to heed my own advice. Bye!
"Look at a day when you are supremely satisfied at the end. It's not a day when you lounge around doing nothing; it's when you've had everything to do, and you've done it."-- Margaret Thatcher
Monday, June 14, 2004
June 14
Another boring time consuming note......................................So what?
This morning a sun brightly shinning on this land and the temperature at only 76 but going steadily up. That along with the 93% humidity has the makings for an interesting day.
Yesterday was another good day tho the sun came out around noon in an attempt to spoil it. That didn't work on us because we enjoyed it in spite of the boats and the humidity. Watching the NASCAR race we both dozed a little and damn it we don't take naps! It was just a small, shut of the eyes thing, that came very close to shutting down the hearing but that was opened real big when our neighbor Russell came to visit.
After he left, the race was into the last few miles and that excitement kept us awake. The end results of the race wasn't to our hopes but it was okay. We then turned off the TV and began to work on our supper. At least Glenda did. I turned on the gas grill outside then came in to check on our messages via this computer. The next thing I knew Glenda was calling me to eat. She had carried some meat down, slapped it on the preheated grill then bam it was done. IT WAS GOOD! Fat I will always be!
The guy is supposed to be here today to install a new counter top in the kitchen. Can you believe the cost of removal of the old counter was two hundred bucks? I have or am taking care of the removal and plan to get $200 or a $200 value from Glenda some way.....................Shouldn't take long.
We've had a new floor put down in the bar area. I installed two new blinds in the down area and we are waiting for a couple more to come in that had to be ordered. Matter of fact I am getting pretty tired of the whole thing!
Another guy is supposed to repaint the house, paint the rails and put a color to our decks but so far we've not seen him. I think the rain may have deterred him some. The lack of any phone calls can't be blamed on the rain, so we wonder.....What is the deal?
A great thing that hasn't passed our perception is that we're still being blessed, still alive and still have all of you in the same format.
Another day, another blessing...........You can make it so for others too!
This morning a sun brightly shinning on this land and the temperature at only 76 but going steadily up. That along with the 93% humidity has the makings for an interesting day.
Yesterday was another good day tho the sun came out around noon in an attempt to spoil it. That didn't work on us because we enjoyed it in spite of the boats and the humidity. Watching the NASCAR race we both dozed a little and damn it we don't take naps! It was just a small, shut of the eyes thing, that came very close to shutting down the hearing but that was opened real big when our neighbor Russell came to visit.
After he left, the race was into the last few miles and that excitement kept us awake. The end results of the race wasn't to our hopes but it was okay. We then turned off the TV and began to work on our supper. At least Glenda did. I turned on the gas grill outside then came in to check on our messages via this computer. The next thing I knew Glenda was calling me to eat. She had carried some meat down, slapped it on the preheated grill then bam it was done. IT WAS GOOD! Fat I will always be!
The guy is supposed to be here today to install a new counter top in the kitchen. Can you believe the cost of removal of the old counter was two hundred bucks? I have or am taking care of the removal and plan to get $200 or a $200 value from Glenda some way.....................Shouldn't take long.
We've had a new floor put down in the bar area. I installed two new blinds in the down area and we are waiting for a couple more to come in that had to be ordered. Matter of fact I am getting pretty tired of the whole thing!
Another guy is supposed to repaint the house, paint the rails and put a color to our decks but so far we've not seen him. I think the rain may have deterred him some. The lack of any phone calls can't be blamed on the rain, so we wonder.....What is the deal?
A great thing that hasn't passed our perception is that we're still being blessed, still alive and still have all of you in the same format.
Another day, another blessing...........You can make it so for others too!
Sunday, June 13, 2004
June 13
Yesterday here was good or better. We had a mixture of weather that had the boats out for a few then no boats out for awhile then more boats out at the end. One would think you could learn to ignore them but sound carries so well on the water and it's hard to ignore the possible dying screams from some of the boaters as they sound off in concert with the killing blasts of the un-muffled engines that propel the slashing propulsion blades. It's impossible to think beyond a lost limb or a disfigured torso as the terrible screaming continues. Hark, it was nothing but a fake or wishful "I'm having so much fun" sound. Tho, two weeks ago one fellow broke his leg while tubing here in our cove. His screams weren't any different the all of the rest...............As far as I know. Who knows the difference between excited or painful screams?...............I guess if you were right there looking them in the face you might be able to distinguish the difference.
It does seem that a face look isn't all that much of a deal. For the second time I decided to grow a beard and after three days started to look a little grungy. Glenda commented to that fact several times. That was enough for me to shave it off again. After the shave off, like before, I, after almost a whole day, finally had to draw the shaved off look to Glenda's attention. After looking me in the face for three days she hadn't noticed the change until I told her. That is exactly the same thing that happened before..............Is it time for me to begin my worry?
A wonderfully delicious meal at the neighbors last evening sent Glenda and I to bed contented at the days end. Unfortunately the scales this morning decried yesterdays contentedness. It appears that our eating habits will need some additional temporary modifications as well as an extra mile on the tread mill today. I don't care! The meal was well worth it.
"Unless each day can be looked back upon by an individual as one in which he has had some fun, some joy, some real satisfaction, that day is a loss."-- Dwight David Eisenhower
It does seem that a face look isn't all that much of a deal. For the second time I decided to grow a beard and after three days started to look a little grungy. Glenda commented to that fact several times. That was enough for me to shave it off again. After the shave off, like before, I, after almost a whole day, finally had to draw the shaved off look to Glenda's attention. After looking me in the face for three days she hadn't noticed the change until I told her. That is exactly the same thing that happened before..............Is it time for me to begin my worry?
A wonderfully delicious meal at the neighbors last evening sent Glenda and I to bed contented at the days end. Unfortunately the scales this morning decried yesterdays contentedness. It appears that our eating habits will need some additional temporary modifications as well as an extra mile on the tread mill today. I don't care! The meal was well worth it.
"Unless each day can be looked back upon by an individual as one in which he has had some fun, some joy, some real satisfaction, that day is a loss."-- Dwight David Eisenhower
Saturday, June 12, 2004
June 12
Yippee! We're getting our daily rain first thing this morning. It's only 67 degrees but I'm sure this storm will pass allowing us to view the sun and that will bring out all of those sons of un-wed mothers in their pleasure boats seeking pleasure as they wreak havoc on the docks, shoreline and the hearing systems of anyone within a mile or two as they tear through the pee stained water. With nary a thought to anyone else, most of them have their exhausts open leaving a loud sound all around them that affects a lot more folks than the destructive wakes they leave behind.
Gasoline is high and with this so called depressed economy, we can't figure out how they can afford it. I doubt that there are any jobless running the boats so it must be they'll go back to work Monday and quickly replace the money spent.
You wouldn't believe the size of some of the boats that come along at the most destructive speed of about a third throttle as they pull a tube along behind with an eight or nine year old kid on it. Some of those boats have got to cost over eighty thousand dollars. To operate it has got to cost a fortune and pulling a tube even more. Like they say tho, if you can afford that kind of boat you can surely afford the gas.
Why, you might ask, do we live at the lake. Just a minute, I'll ask Glenda. Just kidding. No sane person would want to live within a hundred feet of a railroad, especially if the train runs past day and night. I'm thinking the boats might be a tad louder than a train and they run day and night but usually not in the rain. Here there are hills which create the need for many steps to be built to enable you to use the area. Up and down all day long. Tick and chigger bites, wasp stings and the constant need to tear down spider webs, usually as you walk through them, are a few other negatives.
Housing built so near the water requires quite a bit of abnormal repairs. That increases the cost of living here, another huge negative.
We've had the boat out only one time this year and fishing has been nothing but a waste of time. Those factors thrown in with all the negatives, why do we live here? I repeat, no sane person would. We. along with another bunch of people are nuts! Glenda and I have spent eleven years here but we've finally smartened up. Just as soon as we find the person or people that would like to learn what I'm talking about for themselves and be willing to fork over three hundred thousand dollars for the lesson, we're out of here!
If time is money, fishing and typing these notes have so far this year, cost us more than everything we spent during the five months in Boulder City.
I'm going to save us all some money and quit now.
"A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any invention in human history - with the possible exceptions of handguns and tequila." - Mitch Ratliffe
Gasoline is high and with this so called depressed economy, we can't figure out how they can afford it. I doubt that there are any jobless running the boats so it must be they'll go back to work Monday and quickly replace the money spent.
You wouldn't believe the size of some of the boats that come along at the most destructive speed of about a third throttle as they pull a tube along behind with an eight or nine year old kid on it. Some of those boats have got to cost over eighty thousand dollars. To operate it has got to cost a fortune and pulling a tube even more. Like they say tho, if you can afford that kind of boat you can surely afford the gas.
Why, you might ask, do we live at the lake. Just a minute, I'll ask Glenda. Just kidding. No sane person would want to live within a hundred feet of a railroad, especially if the train runs past day and night. I'm thinking the boats might be a tad louder than a train and they run day and night but usually not in the rain. Here there are hills which create the need for many steps to be built to enable you to use the area. Up and down all day long. Tick and chigger bites, wasp stings and the constant need to tear down spider webs, usually as you walk through them, are a few other negatives.
Housing built so near the water requires quite a bit of abnormal repairs. That increases the cost of living here, another huge negative.
We've had the boat out only one time this year and fishing has been nothing but a waste of time. Those factors thrown in with all the negatives, why do we live here? I repeat, no sane person would. We. along with another bunch of people are nuts! Glenda and I have spent eleven years here but we've finally smartened up. Just as soon as we find the person or people that would like to learn what I'm talking about for themselves and be willing to fork over three hundred thousand dollars for the lesson, we're out of here!
If time is money, fishing and typing these notes have so far this year, cost us more than everything we spent during the five months in Boulder City.
I'm going to save us all some money and quit now.
"A computer lets you make more mistakes faster than any invention in human history - with the possible exceptions of handguns and tequila." - Mitch Ratliffe
Friday, June 11, 2004
june 11
If you're not in Missouri you don't know what you're missing. A little bit of variety almost every day with only one constant, two if you include the daily variety factor. The other is the heat and humidity. Almost any day you can get rained on and become wet. Everyday you can become wet just by spending a little time outside, even on a cloudy day. Today the forecast is for the upper nineties with a near 100% humidity. Yep, this part of Missouri has become a Sauna Bitch and if you're not here you're missing it!
I'm not sure about where you are but a lot of places don't have some of the reasons we have here in Missouri, to become more familiar with our own bodies. Here, we are compelled to personally visit portions of our body that we don't normally see or pay much attention to for great expansions of time. It all starts with a tiny sensation in one of those hardly ever visited spots. A sensation that usually builds as you subconsciously scratch the spot until it becomes a conscious and an overwhelming desire. That is when you begin a visit to the area. After finding the tick, most folks take the time to examine the many other, out of the way areas of their own body, just in case there could be more. The searches include the use mirrors as well as the possible recruitment of your beloved. In those extreme cases it is just as well your beloved be examined too. There have been times when one little lousy tick has created a lot of fun and enjoyment. The need for scratching over the next couple of days wasn't too bad either because it seemed to always spark a pleasurable memory of the exciting occasion.
If you want I can send you a few ticks.
It seems the only three things we do with greater frequency in middle age are urinate, attend funerals and visit our pleasant memories.
I'm not sure about where you are but a lot of places don't have some of the reasons we have here in Missouri, to become more familiar with our own bodies. Here, we are compelled to personally visit portions of our body that we don't normally see or pay much attention to for great expansions of time. It all starts with a tiny sensation in one of those hardly ever visited spots. A sensation that usually builds as you subconsciously scratch the spot until it becomes a conscious and an overwhelming desire. That is when you begin a visit to the area. After finding the tick, most folks take the time to examine the many other, out of the way areas of their own body, just in case there could be more. The searches include the use mirrors as well as the possible recruitment of your beloved. In those extreme cases it is just as well your beloved be examined too. There have been times when one little lousy tick has created a lot of fun and enjoyment. The need for scratching over the next couple of days wasn't too bad either because it seemed to always spark a pleasurable memory of the exciting occasion.
If you want I can send you a few ticks.
It seems the only three things we do with greater frequency in middle age are urinate, attend funerals and visit our pleasant memories.
Thursday, June 10, 2004
June 10
I'm hoping that Glenda will forget one of the things the doctor told her Tuesday. That guy had the nerve to suggest the probability that Glenda's problem was a rash caused by an allergic reaction to the leaves she worked on as she pulled them from around the house and carried them to a pile on Thursday last week. He and she both decided she probably wiped her brows several times with the cuff of the gloves she was wearing.
What really set me going was her reporting to me that he suggested she not do that anymore! My goodness who will pull the leaves away from the house next year if she doesn't forget. What the heck, couldn't he just have told her to be more careful the next time. Maybe suggesting she wear cuffless gloves or just put on a head band before working in them again. I can only hope she will forget by next year.
Here it is 72 degrees but Mother Nature is playing magician again this morning and has made the sun invisible. The talk is, that trick should be concluded around mid-day. Then, after an afternoon stretch it's said to be possible she'll perform more tricks that could run through the weekend as well. There is no telling what that crafty lady has up her sleeves.
Most roads of life are not paved but are crooked and rough. We hope your day leads you down a straight and smooth paved one!
What really set me going was her reporting to me that he suggested she not do that anymore! My goodness who will pull the leaves away from the house next year if she doesn't forget. What the heck, couldn't he just have told her to be more careful the next time. Maybe suggesting she wear cuffless gloves or just put on a head band before working in them again. I can only hope she will forget by next year.
Here it is 72 degrees but Mother Nature is playing magician again this morning and has made the sun invisible. The talk is, that trick should be concluded around mid-day. Then, after an afternoon stretch it's said to be possible she'll perform more tricks that could run through the weekend as well. There is no telling what that crafty lady has up her sleeves.
Most roads of life are not paved but are crooked and rough. We hope your day leads you down a straight and smooth paved one!
Wednesday, June 09, 2004
June 9
Glenda made a trip to Eldon yesterday and got a poke in the rear, the right cheek I believe. She said the nurse was gentle and there was no pain at all. She was asked to wait in the lobby for fifteen minutes before leaving. I understand they ask that of all shot recipients of anything but I don't understand. She was given a prescription for a $30 packet of 4 mg tablets of MethylPREDNISolone. Something seems to be helping her condition. A sight for sore eyes Glenda is not but a sore eyed sight she still is, tho most of the swelling has gone down she is looking somewhat better. The medicine has cramped some of my pleasures in that one of the side effects is insomnia. Her sleeplessness hurts my feelings. No feel when she's awake for darn sure!
I spent a big part of yesterday trying to get the printer to work on the computer with Windows XP. I failed but maybe today I can work it out. It had been working just fine but.....................Glenda tried to print something and wham bam thank you ma'am, no workie anymore. I finally hooked it up to the older computer. It works just fine there. I'm positive I can get it back to working here too.
So far we've just had rain without any thunder or lightning and rain remains in the forecast so it seems this day will be a good one to mess with it.
Ron has updated his blog again if anyone is interested. http://geezertimes.blogspot.com/ Believe it or not I think it has been pretty interesting.
A day past is gone forever! We're hoping you'll not waste your today!
I spent a big part of yesterday trying to get the printer to work on the computer with Windows XP. I failed but maybe today I can work it out. It had been working just fine but.....................Glenda tried to print something and wham bam thank you ma'am, no workie anymore. I finally hooked it up to the older computer. It works just fine there. I'm positive I can get it back to working here too.
So far we've just had rain without any thunder or lightning and rain remains in the forecast so it seems this day will be a good one to mess with it.
Ron has updated his blog again if anyone is interested. http://geezertimes.blogspot.com/ Believe it or not I think it has been pretty interesting.
A day past is gone forever! We're hoping you'll not waste your today!
Struggling On
Here I sit staring out at the sun,
the desire to type has not begun.
I know I'll do it because most of the folks,
would appreciate words instead of old jokes.
Words together poorly strung it's true,
sent only as a reminder we're thinking of you.
Burma Shave.......................A writer I'm not and as a poet it is the same.
Struggling on..............Glenda is going to visit with a doctor this morning. Her eyes are still swollen, around the eyes it's red and they itch. Kind of looks like she's been on a two week crying jag. I finally got a picture of the problem but under threat of severe penalty I am afraid to include it. Unfortunately I doubt that anyone has enough imagination to see how bad it really looks.
Before I forget it Glenda found a really great place on-line for recipes. If you would like to confirm this statement or disprove it here is the link. http://www.recipezaar.com/
There was another thing that I was about to forget but I can't remember what it was now. There are two I's in the last sentence and neither of them were capitalized until I ran spell check. i seem to miss the shift button every time i type an i and every time i type larry, the damn L doesn't get capitalized. Those are the only two letters that i miss the shift button on. I suppose that means i should leave me out of any typings........I'll try to rember that!
I hung on for as long as i could but the last little bit of determination to type something finally slipped out of my grasp. Just hold your thank you's thank you.
For the past several days we've been getting back any message sent to an AOL email address. It was told to me that they, AOL/Charter were working on it..........We'll see.
To you we be thinking a great day you will have!
the desire to type has not begun.
I know I'll do it because most of the folks,
would appreciate words instead of old jokes.
Words together poorly strung it's true,
sent only as a reminder we're thinking of you.
Burma Shave.......................A writer I'm not and as a poet it is the same.
Struggling on..............Glenda is going to visit with a doctor this morning. Her eyes are still swollen, around the eyes it's red and they itch. Kind of looks like she's been on a two week crying jag. I finally got a picture of the problem but under threat of severe penalty I am afraid to include it. Unfortunately I doubt that anyone has enough imagination to see how bad it really looks.
Before I forget it Glenda found a really great place on-line for recipes. If you would like to confirm this statement or disprove it here is the link. http://www.recipezaar.com/
There was another thing that I was about to forget but I can't remember what it was now. There are two I's in the last sentence and neither of them were capitalized until I ran spell check. i seem to miss the shift button every time i type an i and every time i type larry, the damn L doesn't get capitalized. Those are the only two letters that i miss the shift button on. I suppose that means i should leave me out of any typings........I'll try to rember that!
I hung on for as long as i could but the last little bit of determination to type something finally slipped out of my grasp. Just hold your thank you's thank you.
For the past several days we've been getting back any message sent to an AOL email address. It was told to me that they, AOL/Charter were working on it..........We'll see.
To you we be thinking a great day you will have!
Monday, June 07, 2004
June 7
We didn't get struck by a drop of rain yesterday tho it looked like it could muster up something several times. Mostly sunny all day. A nice outing if you don't let the gasoline cost ($25.32) for the 320 driven miles bother you.
Most of our driving in that part of the world was without a static free radio and the programs of the few stations we could receive wasn't to our liking but I guess it helped cut down on any fights that talking to one another might have created. Even at that Glenda was able to raise her voice several times over all the static from the radio to give me her opinion on how I should drive. Calling some of her outbursts as sharing her opinion instead of issuing orders may be erroneousness. I did feel bad a couple of times as I peered through the slits of the swollen eyelids into her eyes, and thought of the several moments I had wished her eyes would swell completely shut along with a mild dose of lockjaw. By the way, they don't look all that much better today. It may be doctor time.
I'm not going to tell you that I got this attached doorbell picture down there around Black but I'll bet I could have found one like it or at least very similar had I looked.
Most of our driving in that part of the world was without a static free radio and the programs of the few stations we could receive wasn't to our liking but I guess it helped cut down on any fights that talking to one another might have created. Even at that Glenda was able to raise her voice several times over all the static from the radio to give me her opinion on how I should drive. Calling some of her outbursts as sharing her opinion instead of issuing orders may be erroneousness. I did feel bad a couple of times as I peered through the slits of the swollen eyelids into her eyes, and thought of the several moments I had wished her eyes would swell completely shut along with a mild dose of lockjaw. By the way, they don't look all that much better today. It may be doctor time.
I'm not going to tell you that I got this attached doorbell picture down there around Black but I'll bet I could have found one like it or at least very similar had I looked.
June 6
A little bit of rain last night but it looks like it might be over with the sun breaking though the clouds as it's reflection turns the lake a dull orange. Only the sparkle created by the breeze as it ripples the water stops me from calling it an ugly color. Well..............it's still kind of ugly but the nice warm feeling that hope of the sun staying out for the day sort of masks the true thoughts of the view.
We are heading out of here in a little while for our 165 mile trip to Black. Glenda is taking two pecan pies and a huge container of baked ham. I unselfishly, to save Glenda from any possible embarrassment, made myself about half sick testing the ham for her. I knew she wouldn't want to take along anything that wasn't as good as it could be. Unfortunately the half sick kept me from testing either of the pies. That was yesterday and sleep seems to have negated the ill feeling but now Glenda won't let me try the pies! She says she knows they are okay. I'm sure it will be blamed on the handling and hauling, the tiny bit of crust and ever so small pecan that is missing. Um' um' good!
Poor Glenda will be wearing sunglasses all day. She says that she won't take them off anytime there are other people about. For some reason the eyelids or whatever it is that is between the eye and the eyebrow has become swollen and red. She looks like someone gave her a pretty good beating. Tho the eyes are swollen enough to leave only a good slit to see from, her vision hasn't been affected much because she can hardly see anyway. I think getting some full time glasses to wear is in her near future. That will cause me the need to straighten up my act. Her inability to see allows me to almost get away with anything. She doesn't even know the pies have been damaged! Yep, I went back and hit the other one.
Now I'm going to hit send....................Don't waste your day!
A day dawns, quite like other days; in it, a single hour comes, quite like other hours; but in that day and in that hour the chance of a lifetime faces us.----- Maltbie Babcock
We are heading out of here in a little while for our 165 mile trip to Black. Glenda is taking two pecan pies and a huge container of baked ham. I unselfishly, to save Glenda from any possible embarrassment, made myself about half sick testing the ham for her. I knew she wouldn't want to take along anything that wasn't as good as it could be. Unfortunately the half sick kept me from testing either of the pies. That was yesterday and sleep seems to have negated the ill feeling but now Glenda won't let me try the pies! She says she knows they are okay. I'm sure it will be blamed on the handling and hauling, the tiny bit of crust and ever so small pecan that is missing. Um' um' good!
Poor Glenda will be wearing sunglasses all day. She says that she won't take them off anytime there are other people about. For some reason the eyelids or whatever it is that is between the eye and the eyebrow has become swollen and red. She looks like someone gave her a pretty good beating. Tho the eyes are swollen enough to leave only a good slit to see from, her vision hasn't been affected much because she can hardly see anyway. I think getting some full time glasses to wear is in her near future. That will cause me the need to straighten up my act. Her inability to see allows me to almost get away with anything. She doesn't even know the pies have been damaged! Yep, I went back and hit the other one.
Now I'm going to hit send....................Don't waste your day!
A day dawns, quite like other days; in it, a single hour comes, quite like other hours; but in that day and in that hour the chance of a lifetime faces us.----- Maltbie Babcock
Saturday, June 05, 2004
NOT!
Nothing to it, just sit down and start typing. Typing what? The weather? Who cares about our weather? If they're interested they would have already checked it out on-line somewhere. I should type on a subject that would be of some interest to everyone but what? Sex would be a possibility but most already know all they need to know about that subject and I'm not sure how one could make typing about it all that interesting. Religion wouldn't be that interesting to most people and I probably wouldn't know enough about it to type anything anyway. Fishing is a nothing at this time so no stories there. Two nice pets and a great wife could be subject material but as interesting it wouldn't be very far from home. I can't even seem to comply with the old saying, "If you can't bedazzle them with your brilliance baffle them with bull shit". Or maybe I have from the first word, nothing which I imagine will continue clear on to the last word on the page. That should be coming up pretty quick.
Tomorrow we're going to slip into our white tennis shoes and meander down to the Brown cemetery that is located near Black which is pretty well red-neck country. A lot of relatives gather there and after placing several yellow and multi colored flowers on the graves the folks all re-gather at a park where a large assortment of food is laid out. Visiting and eating over, we'll head for home and try not to worry too much about all the green we used to get there and back.
I don't know what we're going to do today but one thing that is a sure NOT is wasting anymore time on this!
"Getting people to like you is simply the other side of liking other people."-- Norman Vincent Peale ---- Or not bothering them with too much typed junk.
Tomorrow we're going to slip into our white tennis shoes and meander down to the Brown cemetery that is located near Black which is pretty well red-neck country. A lot of relatives gather there and after placing several yellow and multi colored flowers on the graves the folks all re-gather at a park where a large assortment of food is laid out. Visiting and eating over, we'll head for home and try not to worry too much about all the green we used to get there and back.
I don't know what we're going to do today but one thing that is a sure NOT is wasting anymore time on this!
"Getting people to like you is simply the other side of liking other people."-- Norman Vincent Peale ---- Or not bothering them with too much typed junk.
Friday, June 04, 2004
Happy Day!
Glenda took her cooking's to the Lions Club Bingo last night leaving me with nothing but a smell of the Sloppy Joes she prepared for the supper of several bingo players that will shell out the extra cash to eat before bingo time. She did leave me a couple of cold links of cooked bratwurst left over from last night and suggested I have them for my supper along with a piece of lettuce. I did that but was still a tiny bit hungry so I looked and looked and finally found some chocolates in the deepfreeze....................Today is going to be a NO EAT DAY! Frozen candy equals broken teeth you know. No, I didn't break any.
It is 58 degrees and very foggy right now. Another great day in Missouri. Yesterday was very nice with a cool breeze all day long. The breeze was a welcome padre as it accompanied me during the lawn mowing, tree and ivy trimming, leaf blowing and also during the task of re-laying rocks along the edges of the ditch between us and our closest neighbor. It looked like s o m e o n e had been kicking them into the ditch on purpose.
I've got a huge 'useless' list of things I want to accomplish today. You know how it goes, when Glenda arrives on the scene is when my list becomes useless and her list mysteriously becomes the only one. You would think her list would be a 'WE DO' but it isn't, it is just a 'LARRY DO' list. Stupid me, I'm lovin' it!
Happy begets happiness. Make someone happy today.
It is 58 degrees and very foggy right now. Another great day in Missouri. Yesterday was very nice with a cool breeze all day long. The breeze was a welcome padre as it accompanied me during the lawn mowing, tree and ivy trimming, leaf blowing and also during the task of re-laying rocks along the edges of the ditch between us and our closest neighbor. It looked like s o m e o n e had been kicking them into the ditch on purpose.
I've got a huge 'useless' list of things I want to accomplish today. You know how it goes, when Glenda arrives on the scene is when my list becomes useless and her list mysteriously becomes the only one. You would think her list would be a 'WE DO' but it isn't, it is just a 'LARRY DO' list. Stupid me, I'm lovin' it!
Happy begets happiness. Make someone happy today.
Thursday, June 03, 2004
Not a Good Thing!
A terrible thing! Somehow outside influencers of the negative mode have moved in and have taken possession of my mind and I can't seem to evict them. A what to do question is riding pretty heavy on my shoulders right now and so far I haven't been able to buck it off in spite of the combing of my mind including some recesses that hadn't been visited for a long time. The combing was a mistake because a couple of the visited places were of some memories that had been scrunched up and out of mind for good reason. Looking at them again only turbo charged the negatives that I am trying to shake. "It is a man's own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways." - Buddha (Including bad thoughts)
Sitting here seems to serve no enlightening purpose so I'm off to mow the lawn or wash the windows or take Mikey for a long walk as I again count all of our blessings..............Good is overwhelmingly the largest mass so how can a tiny little bad weight so much as to tip the scales their direction?
Best of the day to you! ------- I think I'll nab a small portion of that for my own use today.
Sitting here seems to serve no enlightening purpose so I'm off to mow the lawn or wash the windows or take Mikey for a long walk as I again count all of our blessings..............Good is overwhelmingly the largest mass so how can a tiny little bad weight so much as to tip the scales their direction?
Best of the day to you! ------- I think I'll nab a small portion of that for my own use today.
Wednesday, June 02, 2004
Low Priority!
I don't have time to tarry this morning! No time to preach nor moan. No time to do more than run a quickie. I can't stop a frown from my face and I have a terrible time stopping some unkind words when anyone tells me they don't have time for this or that or whatever. The problem is a person can prioritize their time in a way that can enable them to do almost anything! If it isn't high enough on the list it is usually erroneously stated as "not having time!"
My problem this morning is the fact that Dory took the liberty to prioritize my list for the day and typing this junky stuff was pretty low on it, due to a scheduled trip to Columbia where she and the insurance company conspired to have some stranger feel and squeeze her up. My offers to do the need, no my plea for the duty, wasn't even given a millisecond of a thought nor was my premature offer to provide a second opinion. I'm just a lowly unpaid chauffeur. Sadly, Dory doesn't sleep soundly enough anymore for a 'pay me' by slipping a feel in on the sly. Anyway, I still have memories of the good old work days when she would come home exhausted and sleep like a baby. The pleasant memories warm me some but they sure come up very short of the heat the real thing creates.
I urge everyone to suck all the happiness possible into every minute of everyday for you never know how soon some of those minutes may become only memories. Only happy memories are worth the space required for storage and most have a very nice soothing medicinal effect when retrieved at an older age, with good sexual memories being a possible exception.
I guess I probably just wore out my welcome.........I need to get on down the road anyway..............Bye
My problem this morning is the fact that Dory took the liberty to prioritize my list for the day and typing this junky stuff was pretty low on it, due to a scheduled trip to Columbia where she and the insurance company conspired to have some stranger feel and squeeze her up. My offers to do the need, no my plea for the duty, wasn't even given a millisecond of a thought nor was my premature offer to provide a second opinion. I'm just a lowly unpaid chauffeur. Sadly, Dory doesn't sleep soundly enough anymore for a 'pay me' by slipping a feel in on the sly. Anyway, I still have memories of the good old work days when she would come home exhausted and sleep like a baby. The pleasant memories warm me some but they sure come up very short of the heat the real thing creates.
I urge everyone to suck all the happiness possible into every minute of everyday for you never know how soon some of those minutes may become only memories. Only happy memories are worth the space required for storage and most have a very nice soothing medicinal effect when retrieved at an older age, with good sexual memories being a possible exception.
I guess I probably just wore out my welcome.........I need to get on down the road anyway..............Bye
Tuesday, June 01, 2004
THE DAY AFTER......MAYBE.
It looks like we have the lake back this morning! It's 9:16 and I've not seen nor heard a boat or wave runner yet. After the past several days it's seems a bit surreal. Without a doubt there will be many out there soon.
I'm sure lots of people took some vacation time this week to prolong their and our agony. When they get home next week and can barely get out of bed because of all the sore muscles and over indulged bloated body protests, with their shirts sticking to the sunburn medication as it still continues to irritate the painful burn blisters, they will all limp and drag around proclaiming to the world about the good times they had as they try to convince themselves. Hey! We've been there! Then there is this quote................when two opposite points of view are expressed with equal intensity, the truth does not necessarily lie exactly halfway between them. It is possible for one side to be simply wrong.
So more than that a really nice looking near boat-less day is still holding, for some a wait for a few hours rest after another late rousing night at the lake. Some just waiting for the big dose of caffeine to kick their false gratification desires up enough notches to go test themselves another time.
Speaking of caffeine, we gave it up about eight months ago. Bought some coffee without and pushed the other to the back of the cabinet. In thinking back I see that was about the same time I slowed on this typing stuff. I had to work hard to pull any kind of words to type but I kept struggling along. Just one week ago we found ourselves without any of the no-go coffee, so I pulled the real stuff out and made a pot. After being on it for a week I've noticed words to type have become a lot easier to come by. The content is still not that interesting, crappy and meaningless but what the heck?
Practice is supposed to make a person better in so many endeavors but I'm thinking it doesn't help me and my warped mind. Sorry about that!
To you a better day than your last best!
I'm sure lots of people took some vacation time this week to prolong their and our agony. When they get home next week and can barely get out of bed because of all the sore muscles and over indulged bloated body protests, with their shirts sticking to the sunburn medication as it still continues to irritate the painful burn blisters, they will all limp and drag around proclaiming to the world about the good times they had as they try to convince themselves. Hey! We've been there! Then there is this quote................when two opposite points of view are expressed with equal intensity, the truth does not necessarily lie exactly halfway between them. It is possible for one side to be simply wrong.
So more than that a really nice looking near boat-less day is still holding, for some a wait for a few hours rest after another late rousing night at the lake. Some just waiting for the big dose of caffeine to kick their false gratification desires up enough notches to go test themselves another time.
Speaking of caffeine, we gave it up about eight months ago. Bought some coffee without and pushed the other to the back of the cabinet. In thinking back I see that was about the same time I slowed on this typing stuff. I had to work hard to pull any kind of words to type but I kept struggling along. Just one week ago we found ourselves without any of the no-go coffee, so I pulled the real stuff out and made a pot. After being on it for a week I've noticed words to type have become a lot easier to come by. The content is still not that interesting, crappy and meaningless but what the heck?
Practice is supposed to make a person better in so many endeavors but I'm thinking it doesn't help me and my warped mind. Sorry about that!
To you a better day than your last best!
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