"Easy does it every time" or so I think that's how I've heard it. Personally, I think I'm fairly persistent and not much of a quitter but I realize that it has got to be easy for me to successfully do just about any whatever.
To type a generic note that has a bit of humor or a topic of some interest for a person or ten isn't an easy thing for me. Tho I keep trying, you know now why I hardly ever succeed.
Easy would be to leave the plywood covering the broken walk-in garage door window but my verbal lashing food preparing queen has proclaimed "we're not going to take the easy way on this s^#-*f-a-b&^+#. We had just eaten a pretty good home cooked meal and my fullness almost lulled me into arguing but my sense of survival took over and clamped my mouth.
I'm thinking now that I'll go out and remove the plywood and inspect the pain causing panes. Might do that sometime today or maybe tomorrow tho I think sometime after the holiday weekend might be a better allocation of my ever busy time.
I guess I could mow the lawn one of these days too but you know it's not going anywhere. There is a need to get it cut before it grows to mid-calf because at that length it's apt to harbor more ticks and chiggers. I'll cut it before then surly....err I mean Glenda.
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Work is the nasty four letter word that results when one doesn't enjoy his job or the task at hand.~unknown
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Sunday, August 31, 2008
Saturday, August 30, 2008
August 30
I picked up two very tired ladies in Lake Ozark at the meeting point right at 5:00 pm yesterday. On the way home I learned some about the trip out and the trip back but not too much about their Vegas time. I did get the drift that they weren't able to hang on to what little they won. You know what they say, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas".
Today looks like an Eldon trip to replenish the old larder. I did manage to have the prepared food run all week, eating the last of it around noon on Friday. Just the thoughts alone of ham and beans or pork steak quelled any evening hunger and allowed me to go to bed happily without any supper. The huge pot of ham and beans with some raw onions lasted for three days with pre-fried pork steak filling in.
The beans and raw onions created somewhat of a stench in the house and I don't mean while laying in the cooking pot but while laying in my pot gut. Even Tomi chose not to sit in the recliner with me. Anyway there was a cool night and a cool morning that allowed me to open all the doors. I was going to light some candles too but the fear that with all that methane in the air it might cause an explosion I was forced to rely on the opened doors. Everything turned out okay as near as I can tell including my tail.
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The fairytale is irresponsible; it is frankly imaginary, and its purpose is to gratify wishes, "as a dream doth flatter."-Susanne K. Langer
Today looks like an Eldon trip to replenish the old larder. I did manage to have the prepared food run all week, eating the last of it around noon on Friday. Just the thoughts alone of ham and beans or pork steak quelled any evening hunger and allowed me to go to bed happily without any supper. The huge pot of ham and beans with some raw onions lasted for three days with pre-fried pork steak filling in.
The beans and raw onions created somewhat of a stench in the house and I don't mean while laying in the cooking pot but while laying in my pot gut. Even Tomi chose not to sit in the recliner with me. Anyway there was a cool night and a cool morning that allowed me to open all the doors. I was going to light some candles too but the fear that with all that methane in the air it might cause an explosion I was forced to rely on the opened doors. Everything turned out okay as near as I can tell including my tail.
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The fairytale is irresponsible; it is frankly imaginary, and its purpose is to gratify wishes, "as a dream doth flatter."-Susanne K. Langer
Friday, August 29, 2008
August 29
Last night wasn't a very good one! It's hard to sleep when you're scared and when lightning and thunder seems in the bedroom with you or at least just outside the door it's scary. Every 30 seconds or so there would be another flash boom accompany by some terrible strong wind. A couple times it let up and just about when I thought I could doze off ka-boom it was back. We only got an inch and three quarters of rain but just a little more of the storm would have had me contributing to the accumulation. Last time I looked at the clock it was 1:43.
Glenda will be back sometime this evening and I'm sure she will be disappointed that she missed the all scary excitement. The plan was for them to be at the Las Vegas airport right around this time. She has got to take the rental car back then get into the long inspection line.
I'm going now to pick up some tree limbs that have fallen into our yard.
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Television news is like a lightning flash. It makes a loud noise, lights up everything around it, leaves everything else in darkness and then is suddenly gone.-William Hodding Carter, Jr.
Glenda will be back sometime this evening and I'm sure she will be disappointed that she missed the all scary excitement. The plan was for them to be at the Las Vegas airport right around this time. She has got to take the rental car back then get into the long inspection line.
I'm going now to pick up some tree limbs that have fallen into our yard.
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Television news is like a lightning flash. It makes a loud noise, lights up everything around it, leaves everything else in darkness and then is suddenly gone.-William Hodding Carter, Jr.
Thursday, August 28, 2008
August 28
Great day in the morning and we hope it remains that way beyond my retiring to the bed tonight. I guess everyday is just about as good as you decide to make it but even good gravy sometimes has lumps in it. Do you go ahead and enjoy the gravy or do you begin a stack of negative that you can add to all day long? That could cause a good day to go bad in a hurry.
Steps. Step it up, step on it, step out, step up to the plate, watch your step, all kinds of steps and steps are a very prominent fixture when you live or exist on the banks of the Lake of the Ozarks. Not being able to afford to live, our little place of existence sits fourteen steps from the water on the bank of Lake of the Ozark's Lick Branch Cove and seventeen steps down from the road. If you head for the lake from the upper level of the house you need to add fourteen more steps and then depending on what level you start from to get to the road you would add seven more steps up or seven down before you start on the outside seventeen up. As you might expect we've learned to watch our steps around here. We're like 5 1/2 miles from the dam by water and about 16 miles by land. I'm unable to figure out how many steps those numbers would total. Another kind of step is the way I'm trying to step around the fact that I again have nothing to say. What's new huh?
Just curious what your opinion might be, does a water impoundment such as the Lake of the Ozarks have only one long continuous bank or thousands of small ones?
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Life is the sum of all your choices.~ Albert Camus
Steps. Step it up, step on it, step out, step up to the plate, watch your step, all kinds of steps and steps are a very prominent fixture when you live or exist on the banks of the Lake of the Ozarks. Not being able to afford to live, our little place of existence sits fourteen steps from the water on the bank of Lake of the Ozark's Lick Branch Cove and seventeen steps down from the road. If you head for the lake from the upper level of the house you need to add fourteen more steps and then depending on what level you start from to get to the road you would add seven more steps up or seven down before you start on the outside seventeen up. As you might expect we've learned to watch our steps around here. We're like 5 1/2 miles from the dam by water and about 16 miles by land. I'm unable to figure out how many steps those numbers would total. Another kind of step is the way I'm trying to step around the fact that I again have nothing to say. What's new huh?
Just curious what your opinion might be, does a water impoundment such as the Lake of the Ozarks have only one long continuous bank or thousands of small ones?
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Life is the sum of all your choices.~ Albert Camus
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
August 27
I don't know for sure but it makes sense that the lack of a lot of daily verbal exchanges with multiple people, can affect a person's verbal skills by slowing his mind considerably and consequently his wit will lose a spark or two. That pretty well describes me in this part of my life and I'm okay with it.
My job forced me, during my working days, to talk quite a bit and joke some. You know all that stuff it takes to get along. Anyway I think all that forcing bled out most of my desire for such once so important a thing. I still spend a few minutes each day trying to type a note so as not to feel completely neutered, no matter the struggle. I'd say all this makes me a 'halfast dimmer wit'.
Overall the few replies that a person or two feels the need to send us always tends to fiddle with the spark somewhat. Every so often a reply will ignite it for a full flash but my mind has no place to store it.
I talked with Glenda in Las Vegas and thinking of the alphabet Lose comes before the Win so we can only hope her money lasts long enough to tromp her throught the M N O's up to the Win.
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Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems.~Salman Rushdie
My job forced me, during my working days, to talk quite a bit and joke some. You know all that stuff it takes to get along. Anyway I think all that forcing bled out most of my desire for such once so important a thing. I still spend a few minutes each day trying to type a note so as not to feel completely neutered, no matter the struggle. I'd say all this makes me a 'halfast dimmer wit'.
Overall the few replies that a person or two feels the need to send us always tends to fiddle with the spark somewhat. Every so often a reply will ignite it for a full flash but my mind has no place to store it.
I talked with Glenda in Las Vegas and thinking of the alphabet Lose comes before the Win so we can only hope her money lasts long enough to tromp her throught the M N O's up to the Win.
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Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems.~Salman Rushdie
Tuesday, August 26, 2008
August 26
If you ignore the calendar and think that a new week always begins on Monday then my week started out bad and just kept getting badder. I'm praying good may slip in and become dominate for the rest of the week and beyond.
One might think that the bad began when I hauled Glenda and Ruthie to the meeting place for their week trip to Las Vegas leaving me alone for the week. I'm going to be well fed which makes me a little undecided about this. It didn't seem bad to give Glenda the house keys to lock the front door as I went to get the car out but that might have been when bad began.
When she got into the car she gave them back and sitting in the drivers seat as I was with the seat belt buckled, I stuck the keys over the visor. Picked Ruthie up and drove them to the meeting place and then returned noting that our neighbors, the Struebbe's, had already left for New Haven. Backed the car into the garage then picked up a treat for Mikey off the counter there and gave it to him in the driveway as the garage door went down. I started down the steps feeling in my pocket for the house keys only to remember too late they were on the sun visor in the car. No way into the house and the Struebbe's with their key that I could use were gone!
After checking all the possibilities to enter I decided that the most economical way was to break, what I wrongly thought was, a replaceable window pane in the rear garage door. I tapped the pane with a rock then went to a larger rock and finally reverted to a 6x6 3 foot long timber. Much to my surprise when it broke, the whole window shattered into a thousand pieces. The bigger surprise was to discover another window still there. Believe me, the effort to shatter that one was even more than the first.
I cleaned up most of the mess, covered the window with a piece of plywood only after charging a battery for the drill and finally got into the house. Now I've got to figure out how in the world do I get the rest of the window out and what do I replace it with. Maybe we don't need a window in that door anyway?
Glenda did call telling me they made it to Vegas which is good but they were unable to get their luggage so far because of thunder storm produced lightning in the area which was bad.
good or bad, life is but a dream sweetheart...........makes me think I don't want to be awakened. Heck, most any badder can probably be good when compared to gone.
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Don't strew me with words after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow, no words of my life will cheer me: instead You may give me my words now! -Thomas F. Healey (edt)
One might think that the bad began when I hauled Glenda and Ruthie to the meeting place for their week trip to Las Vegas leaving me alone for the week. I'm going to be well fed which makes me a little undecided about this. It didn't seem bad to give Glenda the house keys to lock the front door as I went to get the car out but that might have been when bad began.
When she got into the car she gave them back and sitting in the drivers seat as I was with the seat belt buckled, I stuck the keys over the visor. Picked Ruthie up and drove them to the meeting place and then returned noting that our neighbors, the Struebbe's, had already left for New Haven. Backed the car into the garage then picked up a treat for Mikey off the counter there and gave it to him in the driveway as the garage door went down. I started down the steps feeling in my pocket for the house keys only to remember too late they were on the sun visor in the car. No way into the house and the Struebbe's with their key that I could use were gone!
After checking all the possibilities to enter I decided that the most economical way was to break, what I wrongly thought was, a replaceable window pane in the rear garage door. I tapped the pane with a rock then went to a larger rock and finally reverted to a 6x6 3 foot long timber. Much to my surprise when it broke, the whole window shattered into a thousand pieces. The bigger surprise was to discover another window still there. Believe me, the effort to shatter that one was even more than the first.
I cleaned up most of the mess, covered the window with a piece of plywood only after charging a battery for the drill and finally got into the house. Now I've got to figure out how in the world do I get the rest of the window out and what do I replace it with. Maybe we don't need a window in that door anyway?
Glenda did call telling me they made it to Vegas which is good but they were unable to get their luggage so far because of thunder storm produced lightning in the area which was bad.
good or bad, life is but a dream sweetheart...........makes me think I don't want to be awakened. Heck, most any badder can probably be good when compared to gone.
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Don't strew me with words after I'm dead. When Death claims the light of my brow, no words of my life will cheer me: instead You may give me my words now! -Thomas F. Healey (edt)
Sunday, August 24, 2008
August 24
I wonder about a lot of things but the meager mind hardly ever goes beyond the wonder. My current wonder is who decided on how words should be spelled and what they mean? Who had the final say in this huge endeavor and who made them king?
You know, if you should take a notion to read this note it would enable you to say that you read it. Read, read, sometimes it get confusing for uneducated folks like me. I really don't care much about it one way or another and accept it the way it is but sometimes I just wonder.
Glenda is spending some time in the kitchen today. She and the girls are leaving out of here first thing in the morning, heading for that hot spot called Las Vegas. They won't be back until Friday so she is preparing for me, a few things to eat during her absence.
I am fully capable of fending for myself but if her guilt of leaving me here with the animals causes her to cook me a pot of beans, pork steak and several other things in an attempt to lessen the guilty feelings it's fine with me.
I guess she just wants to keep me fat and keep me home.
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Not what we have But what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance.~John Petit-Senn
You know, if you should take a notion to read this note it would enable you to say that you read it. Read, read, sometimes it get confusing for uneducated folks like me. I really don't care much about it one way or another and accept it the way it is but sometimes I just wonder.
Glenda is spending some time in the kitchen today. She and the girls are leaving out of here first thing in the morning, heading for that hot spot called Las Vegas. They won't be back until Friday so she is preparing for me, a few things to eat during her absence.
I am fully capable of fending for myself but if her guilt of leaving me here with the animals causes her to cook me a pot of beans, pork steak and several other things in an attempt to lessen the guilty feelings it's fine with me.
I guess she just wants to keep me fat and keep me home.
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Not what we have But what we enjoy, constitutes our abundance.~John Petit-Senn
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
August 19
Life is the ultimate and living it should be minded as a grand time. To enhance this belief things like pretty bad food and money should be ignored or at least brushed past quickly. We had a grand time yesterday however, there was some effort required. The food was edible and good enough that I won't be too ashamed to flush the remnants into our septic tank and the money loss was negligible. Tho I don't plan to ever go back there we had a pretty nice day.
Looks like today will even be nicer as we'll stay at home where we won't be laying out any cash with the false hope of it growing and the food will be some of that, Glenda's delicious home cooking...
Right now I'm going over the hill to watch the electric company bury the electric cable. they're the same bunch that will be burying our lines soon.
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The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life but that it bothers him less and less. -Vaclav Havel
Looks like today will even be nicer as we'll stay at home where we won't be laying out any cash with the false hope of it growing and the food will be some of that, Glenda's delicious home cooking...
Right now I'm going over the hill to watch the electric company bury the electric cable. they're the same bunch that will be burying our lines soon.
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The tragedy of modern man is not that he knows less and less about the meaning of his own life but that it bothers him less and less. -Vaclav Havel
Monday, August 18, 2008
August 18
You know you're going to have a good say when........You wake up and mentally realize that you still are and it makes you happy. Happy is a very good way to start every day! Happiness begets happiness! A lot of folks have problems realizing they have been blessed and just take another new day for granted. That attitude seems to skip happy somewhere along the way and an ugly grump can result. Count your blessings!
Sorry, my mind has too many chores this morning and consequently gave me the false impression that today was Sunday and the keyboard and chair set at it's highest position was a pulpit. I believe I have it back under control now.
SOMEONE decided that today would be a good day to eat lunch out and a free buffet is what she's pushing for. Getting out of the house and going somewhere increases one's chance of another memory, maybe even a good one. Memories are a necessity of life and for older folks easy and current ones are about all that's there. Ruthie must realize this too because I think she will consent to ride along. One memory times three sounds like we'll be getting a three for one. In this day and age that kind of deal is hard to beat.
Sure despite the free buffet we'll incur a cost for the day but memories don't grow on trees. Then again, we might pick up a few bucks, who knows for sure. For sure usually leans the other way but stranger things have happened.
Stumbling around here for words to type, then stumbling around for the proper keys to type the stumbled up words has created a conspiracy between my meager mind and the three typing fingers. It seems they're about to shut down on me. I was able to get their consent to finish if I do it now.
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"The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today."~Franklin D. Roosevelt
Sorry, my mind has too many chores this morning and consequently gave me the false impression that today was Sunday and the keyboard and chair set at it's highest position was a pulpit. I believe I have it back under control now.
SOMEONE decided that today would be a good day to eat lunch out and a free buffet is what she's pushing for. Getting out of the house and going somewhere increases one's chance of another memory, maybe even a good one. Memories are a necessity of life and for older folks easy and current ones are about all that's there. Ruthie must realize this too because I think she will consent to ride along. One memory times three sounds like we'll be getting a three for one. In this day and age that kind of deal is hard to beat.
Sure despite the free buffet we'll incur a cost for the day but memories don't grow on trees. Then again, we might pick up a few bucks, who knows for sure. For sure usually leans the other way but stranger things have happened.
Stumbling around here for words to type, then stumbling around for the proper keys to type the stumbled up words has created a conspiracy between my meager mind and the three typing fingers. It seems they're about to shut down on me. I was able to get their consent to finish if I do it now.
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"The only limit to our realization of tomorrow will be our doubts of today."~Franklin D. Roosevelt
Friday, August 15, 2008
August 15
I read three papers on-line and once in a while I read a couple more. After that daily bout I'm usually confused with all the crap I've read and pretty sick of the computer. Laid back in the recliner with the computer on my lap does not remedy the sick situation. I'm telling you this so you might better understand why the notes tend to be a little on the sick side and not very informative or interesting. My heart, not being in it, creates an extra hardship for my mind to overcome and as you know it almost always fails.
If you can contain your glee I'll tell you that daily this probably won't be anymore. I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to completely overcome the sadistic pleasure that sending these notes provide but I think I can stall the desire for a day or two in between. Killing time sitting here staring out at the lake just doesn't get it when I could be reading a book or fighting with Glenda.
Of which so far today she is cleaning up the task of preparing for a trip to Vegas where she will be accompanied by Aunt Sallie, Cousin Leigh Ann and Ruthie. Can you believe she found airline tickets to Las Vegas for only $29 then another $29 for the trip back.
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Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.~ Dion Boucicault
If you can contain your glee I'll tell you that daily this probably won't be anymore. I'm pretty sure that I won't be able to completely overcome the sadistic pleasure that sending these notes provide but I think I can stall the desire for a day or two in between. Killing time sitting here staring out at the lake just doesn't get it when I could be reading a book or fighting with Glenda.
Of which so far today she is cleaning up the task of preparing for a trip to Vegas where she will be accompanied by Aunt Sallie, Cousin Leigh Ann and Ruthie. Can you believe she found airline tickets to Las Vegas for only $29 then another $29 for the trip back.
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Men talk of killing time, while time quietly kills them.~ Dion Boucicault
Thursday, August 14, 2008
August 14
Our trip yesterday was a fair outing..........oh, I told you that yesterday didn't I. Anyway the trip was a fairly enjoyable one.
Thinking now about the show we sat through, the words upper, grand and stand are the first that come to my mind. That was where our seats were located, upper, way the hell up there grandstand. Upper, I saw at least two people with a nose bleed, grand was the fact the seats were free and then stand was somewhat of a worrier because after sitting there for about three hours I didn't think I could.
Aw shoot, it wasn't all that bad and the ladies had the foresight to haul along some binoculars so seeing wasn't that bad either, overall. The music was pretty good and was without all the people singing along, at least within my un-enhanced hearing ability.
Amazingly I found that I could hear most of each joke if I was watching through the binoculars. That really surprized me! Of course it could have been the fact that the few I had the binoculars to watch the teller with, I had heard probably 2,000 times over the past 30 years so after only a word or two my memory may have filled it in, making me only think I was hearing it.
By the way, the granddaughter had a good learning adventure at the American Idol doings. She was allowed to completely sing her song then was complimented on her voice and abilities but then was told it wasn't what they were looking for. Good! The allows the next step tomorrow when she is taken to the College of the Ozarks where she will begin to work her way through a college education.
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The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.~Carlos Castaneda
Thinking now about the show we sat through, the words upper, grand and stand are the first that come to my mind. That was where our seats were located, upper, way the hell up there grandstand. Upper, I saw at least two people with a nose bleed, grand was the fact the seats were free and then stand was somewhat of a worrier because after sitting there for about three hours I didn't think I could.
Aw shoot, it wasn't all that bad and the ladies had the foresight to haul along some binoculars so seeing wasn't that bad either, overall. The music was pretty good and was without all the people singing along, at least within my un-enhanced hearing ability.
Amazingly I found that I could hear most of each joke if I was watching through the binoculars. That really surprized me! Of course it could have been the fact that the few I had the binoculars to watch the teller with, I had heard probably 2,000 times over the past 30 years so after only a word or two my memory may have filled it in, making me only think I was hearing it.
By the way, the granddaughter had a good learning adventure at the American Idol doings. She was allowed to completely sing her song then was complimented on her voice and abilities but then was told it wasn't what they were looking for. Good! The allows the next step tomorrow when she is taken to the College of the Ozarks where she will begin to work her way through a college education.
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The trick is in what one emphasizes. We either make ourselves miserable, or we make ourselves happy. The amount of work is the same.~Carlos Castaneda
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
August 13
Dory brought to my attention some time back, a show at the Missouri State Fair that she thought would be a good one to see. She asked my opinion of which the answer to was the negative, I really don't want to go. Nothing more was said about it making me believe that I had finally been allowed to make a decision here in our life. NOPE! She, knowing my weakness for anything termed free, came up with four free tickets to the damn thing.
It is another one of those where you sit too far back to see any of it except on the huge TV screen and have no ability to hear the singer because of all the people around you loudly singing, most singing poorly, along with the star.
I'm trying to figure out if the fact my hearing enablers are still being repaired is a good thing or not. On one hand that could help eaze me through the show but it could also kill me if there should be an emergency where I wouldn't be able to hear the escape instructions. Oh well, there are to be expected pains with life and one only lives till they die.
In spite of and because of all the above we'll be leaving here later today, with a quick stop to pick up our neighbors, heading out for the 2008 Missouri State Fair.
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"Humor is not a mood but a way of looking at the world." - Ludwig Wittgenstein
It is another one of those where you sit too far back to see any of it except on the huge TV screen and have no ability to hear the singer because of all the people around you loudly singing, most singing poorly, along with the star.
I'm trying to figure out if the fact my hearing enablers are still being repaired is a good thing or not. On one hand that could help eaze me through the show but it could also kill me if there should be an emergency where I wouldn't be able to hear the escape instructions. Oh well, there are to be expected pains with life and one only lives till they die.
In spite of and because of all the above we'll be leaving here later today, with a quick stop to pick up our neighbors, heading out for the 2008 Missouri State Fair.
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"Humor is not a mood but a way of looking at the world." - Ludwig Wittgenstein
Tuesday, August 12, 2008
August 12
"We've got a long way to go and a short time to get there", are just some words to a song that doesn't really mean much of anything to many. For some older folks tho, it reads as a big 'good gosh'. Like when you get my age and look back it comes to you..........Good gosh man, how in the hell did I get out here so far so quickly!? They just put the words to the wrong song maybe.
While young, the "West bound and down", along with, "we're gonna do what they say can't be done", works fine but now it's different. You realize now it's like "south bound and about down", while the 'gonna do' stuff was something we did the best we could and it's about all done now.
What about the, "It starts out good and just keeps getting better"? I'll admit that worked for me for many years but somewhere along the line it changed to "It started out good but now it's getting badder", tho there are several things that are still better and must be looked up to. The reason for that is the many badders outweigh the better so much that they tip the scales severely which positions the better pretty high.
Memories are those things that get better over time because of ones inclination to clean them up and adjust them every time one comes up. Around my age they are about as good as they will ever be. Maybe I've lost the ability to rearrange them or else I'm so happy to still have some it makes me proud to accept them unadorned.
Of real interest these notes may never be but cooked meat might have never been if someone hadn't stumbled into it. But then again......
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There is much to be said for failure. It is much more interesting than success. -Max Beerbohm
While young, the "West bound and down", along with, "we're gonna do what they say can't be done", works fine but now it's different. You realize now it's like "south bound and about down", while the 'gonna do' stuff was something we did the best we could and it's about all done now.
What about the, "It starts out good and just keeps getting better"? I'll admit that worked for me for many years but somewhere along the line it changed to "It started out good but now it's getting badder", tho there are several things that are still better and must be looked up to. The reason for that is the many badders outweigh the better so much that they tip the scales severely which positions the better pretty high.
Memories are those things that get better over time because of ones inclination to clean them up and adjust them every time one comes up. Around my age they are about as good as they will ever be. Maybe I've lost the ability to rearrange them or else I'm so happy to still have some it makes me proud to accept them unadorned.
Of real interest these notes may never be but cooked meat might have never been if someone hadn't stumbled into it. But then again......
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There is much to be said for failure. It is much more interesting than success. -Max Beerbohm
Monday, August 11, 2008
August 11
Well, the study said if you didn't use it you're more apt to lose it. It says, people doing manual labor are more likely for Altzimers than people who have more mental jobs. I guess people doing mostly manual labor doesn't need to think much or at least not to the degree that folks working in a office or working with figures or words do. I always thought they would equally spend most of their time actively working their minds on a way to fluff off or for a way to make their job easier. I've worked both sides and it worked for me that way but guess I was in a minority and didn't realize it.
It's sad to say but now when some poor soul comes up with the gradual memory loss, decline in the ability to perform routine tasks, disorientation, difficulty in learning, loss of language skills, impairment of judgment and planning and personality changes, everyone will know he/she wasn't much on thinking in his earlier years. Only positive I can see there is he/she probably won't care too much. How does that go, "mind over matter, if you don't have a mind nothing matters"?
I think they said they are still working on this study, trying to find out if the effects are the same with the various races. I'm not sure how they'll do this with any accuracy because as I understand it from one of my neighbors, there are some minority groups that won't have enough folks in either group for a legitimate study.
I'm not too sure that I used my mind enough in my earlier years and I'm worried about it. That could explain why there isn't much there for me to use now. This worry encourages me to frantically continue with the computer! Sitting here I really have to use my mind! I know the words don't show this but I do need to locate the proper keys to push. And spelling! I can't spell worth a hoot! Like a lot of others I do appreciate and enjoy a little challenge now and then.
I don't mean to make light of a grave and serious situation nor of any race, creed or color. I was just trying to poke at another one of those truly dumb studies. Not that some of them can't be a blessing but most only seem to further cloud the issues.
He had a photographic memory that was never developed.
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One of the possible keys to happiness could be a bad memory. -Rita Mae Brown
It's sad to say but now when some poor soul comes up with the gradual memory loss, decline in the ability to perform routine tasks, disorientation, difficulty in learning, loss of language skills, impairment of judgment and planning and personality changes, everyone will know he/she wasn't much on thinking in his earlier years. Only positive I can see there is he/she probably won't care too much. How does that go, "mind over matter, if you don't have a mind nothing matters"?
I think they said they are still working on this study, trying to find out if the effects are the same with the various races. I'm not sure how they'll do this with any accuracy because as I understand it from one of my neighbors, there are some minority groups that won't have enough folks in either group for a legitimate study.
I'm not too sure that I used my mind enough in my earlier years and I'm worried about it. That could explain why there isn't much there for me to use now. This worry encourages me to frantically continue with the computer! Sitting here I really have to use my mind! I know the words don't show this but I do need to locate the proper keys to push. And spelling! I can't spell worth a hoot! Like a lot of others I do appreciate and enjoy a little challenge now and then.
I don't mean to make light of a grave and serious situation nor of any race, creed or color. I was just trying to poke at another one of those truly dumb studies. Not that some of them can't be a blessing but most only seem to further cloud the issues.
He had a photographic memory that was never developed.
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One of the possible keys to happiness could be a bad memory. -Rita Mae Brown
Friday, August 08, 2008
08/08/08
Memories, memories. A small plane just flew over and down the cove making me think of a trip of long ago. I never did care much about flying anyway but it was a nice and quick way to get where you want to go.
The trip I am remembering now was a charted plane out of Columbia. We always flew in twin engine planes but this time the manager of that era seemed to have a problem with the excretory opening at the end of his alimentary canal and forced me and the customer to go in a single engine plane. Of course the butt hole wasn't flying along with us.
The fight was to O'Hare in Chicago where we would rent a car and look at some equipment. The pilot was a young boy with a pimpled face and he wasn't very talkative, matter of fact he slept most of the way. I guess he had a good auto-pilot. Anyway to land at O'Hare you call and they give you a small window for a time in and another for time out. We just barely made it there on time. A few minutes later and we would not have been able to land at that airport. We had to hurry our look at the equipment but we made it back with time to spare.
While waiting on a taxi way where they had us hold and seemed to be ignoring us, a large private jet taxied a turn in front of us and came within a very few inches of smacking us with his wing. It was not a fun trip at all and the customer said he would never go with me again if a single engine plane is all we could haul him in. It was a case of time flying without the fun.
Boring.....................I know, I know.
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It doesn't matter who my manager was; it matters who I remember he was.~Anne Sexton (edt)
The trip I am remembering now was a charted plane out of Columbia. We always flew in twin engine planes but this time the manager of that era seemed to have a problem with the excretory opening at the end of his alimentary canal and forced me and the customer to go in a single engine plane. Of course the butt hole wasn't flying along with us.
The fight was to O'Hare in Chicago where we would rent a car and look at some equipment. The pilot was a young boy with a pimpled face and he wasn't very talkative, matter of fact he slept most of the way. I guess he had a good auto-pilot. Anyway to land at O'Hare you call and they give you a small window for a time in and another for time out. We just barely made it there on time. A few minutes later and we would not have been able to land at that airport. We had to hurry our look at the equipment but we made it back with time to spare.
While waiting on a taxi way where they had us hold and seemed to be ignoring us, a large private jet taxied a turn in front of us and came within a very few inches of smacking us with his wing. It was not a fun trip at all and the customer said he would never go with me again if a single engine plane is all we could haul him in. It was a case of time flying without the fun.
Boring.....................I know, I know.
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It doesn't matter who my manager was; it matters who I remember he was.~Anne Sexton (edt)
Wednesday, August 06, 2008
August 6
Slow down world! It seems like yesterday was Saturday. Now how did Wednesday get ahead of Sunday, Monday and Tuesday? We're enjoying retirement but it may be we're enjoying it too much. That is if time flies where you're having fun. I'm at the age where I'd like to savor each precious day but for some reason we just don't have the time.
Of course to fully appreciate things you must use all your resources and mine are somewhat stunted. Can't see very well so I miss a lot of the flowers that I should have stopped and tried to smell. A large portion of my sense of smell has wandered off too. The birds singing might lead me to some flowers but I can't hear well enough to know if a bird is singing or not.
It isn't funny but it is like a lot of folks, including me, kind of ease out of this life a little bit at a time. As I've walked down the road of life, little bits and pieces have been falling away, it was just too subtle to notice at the time. Now, enough has left me to slap me across the face with awareness and it's too late. I should have taken a little better care of the old carrier. Unfortunately, I imagine if I had it all to do over, (what a scary thought), I would probably do it all the very same way. I'm pretty happy and thankful for the life we've wandered into.
Boy, talk about wandering! How did I get started on this stuff?
We have two large half barrels that have tomato plants growing out of. So far we've lost the first 30 or more tiny tomatoes, while still green, to the squirrels. I rigged up a motion detector hooked up to a radio sitting between the two half barrels and it seems to have helped some as we have almost 15 little orbs hanging from the plants now.
I'm not sure but I think we have a deaf ground squirrel visiting the plants now. At least he was right next to the radio and as I opened the door I heard the radio playing. Might be he just likes that station. I tune'er to a different one after while.
I've often wondered why with a fairly full life behind me I can't pass on anything of interest. Now thanks to Henry Fuseli I now know it is probably because of my diminishing senses which of course includes memory.
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"Our ideas are the offspring of our senses; we are not more able to create the form of a being we have not seen, without retrospect to one we know, than we are able to create a new sense. He whose fancy has conceived an idea of the most beautiful form must have composed it from actual existence." - Henry Fuseli
Of course to fully appreciate things you must use all your resources and mine are somewhat stunted. Can't see very well so I miss a lot of the flowers that I should have stopped and tried to smell. A large portion of my sense of smell has wandered off too. The birds singing might lead me to some flowers but I can't hear well enough to know if a bird is singing or not.
It isn't funny but it is like a lot of folks, including me, kind of ease out of this life a little bit at a time. As I've walked down the road of life, little bits and pieces have been falling away, it was just too subtle to notice at the time. Now, enough has left me to slap me across the face with awareness and it's too late. I should have taken a little better care of the old carrier. Unfortunately, I imagine if I had it all to do over, (what a scary thought), I would probably do it all the very same way. I'm pretty happy and thankful for the life we've wandered into.
Boy, talk about wandering! How did I get started on this stuff?
We have two large half barrels that have tomato plants growing out of. So far we've lost the first 30 or more tiny tomatoes, while still green, to the squirrels. I rigged up a motion detector hooked up to a radio sitting between the two half barrels and it seems to have helped some as we have almost 15 little orbs hanging from the plants now.
I'm not sure but I think we have a deaf ground squirrel visiting the plants now. At least he was right next to the radio and as I opened the door I heard the radio playing. Might be he just likes that station. I tune'er to a different one after while.
I've often wondered why with a fairly full life behind me I can't pass on anything of interest. Now thanks to Henry Fuseli I now know it is probably because of my diminishing senses which of course includes memory.
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"Our ideas are the offspring of our senses; we are not more able to create the form of a being we have not seen, without retrospect to one we know, than we are able to create a new sense. He whose fancy has conceived an idea of the most beautiful form must have composed it from actual existence." - Henry Fuseli
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
August 5
Whoever floats your vote! The most believable lying cheat will get many votes today but at least it will be a choice that we individually make. Quite a few won't even bother to vote in this one.
You know how it is in the big election, for so many if it has an D beside even a Jeffrey Dahmer type name, the name don't mean a thing because that the way they swing. Unfortunately, there are a good many others too, no matter the name, only look for the R.
Looking for the letters makes it a very easy way to vote. You need not read or listen to all that precludes the vote day, just ride along listening to a song I guess. Too bad there are so many people that have time to update their wardrobes and such but are too lazy or won't take the time to update their political thoughts. They just keep voting like they have for the last 40 years. Geez, it was good enough for my daddy so it's good enough for me.
Ignorance is bliss but it can also create one hell of a terrible and expensive life for us and our children. Don't give up your right to vote but vote right! A through check of all the facts, using both eyes, not just the left one nor the right one, is the only way this can be morally accomplished.
I fear some may ignore the validity of this note and end up angry but anger is a self inflected condition of which I can't be responsible for.
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"Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger; it is whetting a sword to wound thine own breast, or murder thy friend." - Akhenaton
You know how it is in the big election, for so many if it has an D beside even a Jeffrey Dahmer type name, the name don't mean a thing because that the way they swing. Unfortunately, there are a good many others too, no matter the name, only look for the R.
Looking for the letters makes it a very easy way to vote. You need not read or listen to all that precludes the vote day, just ride along listening to a song I guess. Too bad there are so many people that have time to update their wardrobes and such but are too lazy or won't take the time to update their political thoughts. They just keep voting like they have for the last 40 years. Geez, it was good enough for my daddy so it's good enough for me.
Ignorance is bliss but it can also create one hell of a terrible and expensive life for us and our children. Don't give up your right to vote but vote right! A through check of all the facts, using both eyes, not just the left one nor the right one, is the only way this can be morally accomplished.
I fear some may ignore the validity of this note and end up angry but anger is a self inflected condition of which I can't be responsible for.
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"Indulge not thyself in the passion of anger; it is whetting a sword to wound thine own breast, or murder thy friend." - Akhenaton
Monday, August 04, 2008
August 4
In heat or hot is not always a happy, speed your heart up type happening. Especially if it slips up on you at a funeral or when you walk outside here. Only one step outside into the heat hot grabs you and without warning promptly forces your body to wet you all over. You can actually track a person by following the numerous wet spots he leaves in his path. 88 degrees and warming with a 94% humidity isn't a very pleasurable environment.
Did you know cat's feet sweat too? We took Tomi to the vet once and when we let him out of the carrier he left wet tracks across the counter. We thought he may have been unable to hold his bladder and wet the pad in there but a quick check ruled that out. The doc told us it was sweat from his little cat paws. She may have used the word perspiration.
Weekend boating is still pretty bad but it looks like it has slowed down this morning. The boat traffic will kick up later as it seems a thousand people are on vacation at the lake right now and 500 of them are staying and playing in our cove. I need to quit bitching about it and need to quit worrying about the dock too.
I'm feeling a little cheated......NOT, all that worry and bad thoughts I go through for the dock just going to waste. Typical! Did your ever notice when a worrisome problem has passed and you look back you always realize most all of the worry wasn't necessary. Of course some worry is necessary so that one can see the blessing. Worry is thinking about what bads might happen. With recognizing so many bads you might let the good slip by unnoticed...Wham! Missed the blessing!
We, all of us, are so blessed daily yet hardly 98% of them get counted. Worry can humble you and put you down there low enough where you're forced to look up and grab one or more of your blessings. With these in your grasp you can pull yourself up from down there.
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While we are focusing on fear, worry, or hate, it is not possible for us to be experiencing happiness, enthusiasm or love.-Bo Bennett
Did you know cat's feet sweat too? We took Tomi to the vet once and when we let him out of the carrier he left wet tracks across the counter. We thought he may have been unable to hold his bladder and wet the pad in there but a quick check ruled that out. The doc told us it was sweat from his little cat paws. She may have used the word perspiration.
Weekend boating is still pretty bad but it looks like it has slowed down this morning. The boat traffic will kick up later as it seems a thousand people are on vacation at the lake right now and 500 of them are staying and playing in our cove. I need to quit bitching about it and need to quit worrying about the dock too.
I'm feeling a little cheated......NOT, all that worry and bad thoughts I go through for the dock just going to waste. Typical! Did your ever notice when a worrisome problem has passed and you look back you always realize most all of the worry wasn't necessary. Of course some worry is necessary so that one can see the blessing. Worry is thinking about what bads might happen. With recognizing so many bads you might let the good slip by unnoticed...Wham! Missed the blessing!
We, all of us, are so blessed daily yet hardly 98% of them get counted. Worry can humble you and put you down there low enough where you're forced to look up and grab one or more of your blessings. With these in your grasp you can pull yourself up from down there.
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While we are focusing on fear, worry, or hate, it is not possible for us to be experiencing happiness, enthusiasm or love.-Bo Bennett
Saturday, August 02, 2008
August 2
Today sounds like it is going to be a lot like yesterday but probably worst. A really wet day. Nope, we didn't get any rain here but with the heat and high humidity, just being outside for a few minutes would make you completely wet. Today the heat index will be in the triple digits. I'm not sure that a jogger couldn't come down with pneumonia sucking in all that moisture laden air. What do I know? I know I'll probably not be jogging for one thing.
Keep hearing about all the people without jobs or money but there are always plenty of shoppers at all the stores. I guess looking doesn't cost much but to get there is a huge expense in this day and time. Welfare money I guess. We've been thinking about looking into a little of it for ourselves.
I can't help but still feel a little jealous when I see all the overweight people in Eldon smoking four dollar a pack cigarettes, eating a Big Mac with the super sized fries and soda then throwing half of it away as they go out the door, at least what they didn't slop around and drop on the floor around their table.
There we sit eating our 99 cent double cheese, washing it down with a free glass of water realizing most everyone has more money than we do. Makes me think the stuff was bought with welfare money. You know the cost couldn't be coming out of hard work earned money, only from gift money, if for no other reason than they super size everything then throw so much of it away. As they leave with an extra push on the accelerator squalling the tires I wonder if they've found a way to get their tires and gas paid for too.
After giving some thought to the subject I've decided it must be the extra benefits created by the births of the children. They always seem to have three of four with them. Don't guess Mikey and Tomi wouldn't help us much there and at our age................"Go forth and multiply"?
A dollar picked up in the road is more satisfaction to us than the 99 which we had to work for, and the money won at Faro or in the stock market snuggles into our hearts in the same way.-Mark Twain
Keep hearing about all the people without jobs or money but there are always plenty of shoppers at all the stores. I guess looking doesn't cost much but to get there is a huge expense in this day and time. Welfare money I guess. We've been thinking about looking into a little of it for ourselves.
I can't help but still feel a little jealous when I see all the overweight people in Eldon smoking four dollar a pack cigarettes, eating a Big Mac with the super sized fries and soda then throwing half of it away as they go out the door, at least what they didn't slop around and drop on the floor around their table.
There we sit eating our 99 cent double cheese, washing it down with a free glass of water realizing most everyone has more money than we do. Makes me think the stuff was bought with welfare money. You know the cost couldn't be coming out of hard work earned money, only from gift money, if for no other reason than they super size everything then throw so much of it away. As they leave with an extra push on the accelerator squalling the tires I wonder if they've found a way to get their tires and gas paid for too.
After giving some thought to the subject I've decided it must be the extra benefits created by the births of the children. They always seem to have three of four with them. Don't guess Mikey and Tomi wouldn't help us much there and at our age................"Go forth and multiply"?
A dollar picked up in the road is more satisfaction to us than the 99 which we had to work for, and the money won at Faro or in the stock market snuggles into our hearts in the same way.-Mark Twain
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