Here we go down that long road again.......Or is that wrong road? Or song road? Anyway, as we begin down the road of this day the weather is playing the same old song. Cloudy with the threat and forecast of rain. For the last three days I've dumped 1/2 inch from our gauge each day. It wouldn't surprise me if we dump the same today. Hey! If I hump my back and shoulders when I dump it, could that be a Humpty Dumpty? We have the gauge pretty close to the house. Does that mean we live near a dump? I wonder if I just type this stuff so folks will have a simple reason to dump on me, thereby avoiding criticism of my real and most sensitive faults? Give folks something easy and maybe they won't dig around.
We're subscribed to receive a daily weather report from a TV station in Las Vegas. He almost always gives us a smile!
I hope you had a happy and safe Independence Day weekend. A lot of streets around town are still littered with fireworks remnants. It shouldn't be much of a problem by Tuesday afternoon, because all of the asphalt will melt. Look for tons of sun, with a high of 106. Some neighborhoods will top 110. The morning low will be near 80 (for about 5 minutes). A light southerly breeze (5-15 mph) in the afternoon.
We've been sleeping in till around 6:00 for about the last week. Somehow my desire to 'gitup' has wondered off and I can't find it. A couple of the days I can contribute to reading till 1:00 a.m. but good solid reasons for all the other days still remains covert. I can't speak for Glenda but I've noticed that her 5:00 a.m. habit has been dormant too.
One of my morning things is typing this junk but the, weird-ass mind, as Glenda calls it, that resides in the huge body that I've prepared for it to ride around in, has maliciously drawn attention to my awareness part, that the typings are boring, uninteresting and without taste. This has greatly lessened the desire for this daily deed and may have had an impact on the 'gitup' factor.
The left side of my brain must be having problems replacing the daily cell loss. It might be the right side, anyway which ever side is the creative one. I suppose the easiest answer would be the complete brain is having the production problem and the portion that had the 'gitup' is suffering the most of all.
It might be such a simple thing as the lessened intake of protein. We have backslid somewhat on our, near free carb, eating habit and have been sticking all kinds of things in our mouths. That hasn't caused any weight gain yet but has injected a false but near full time hunger thought that may be complicating the regular thought process. We've started the correction with fried pork steak for the last two evening meals but so far we are still short of the cure and may require many more. Everyday would work for me. It has it's clue's that it will work. No matter where I am, when Glenda calls me to fried pork steak, my 'gitup' gets into place very quickly. Unfortunately, after the meal it goes back into hiding.
"Where there is life there is hope" and along with some prayer we may be able to track down that evasive 'gitup' and the missing desire and put them back in their place to stay for awhile!
A great many people think they are thinking when they are merely rearranging their prejudices.
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