July 30

Naught is pretty well established in my mind again this morning but I think I'll make it through the day anyway. Looking back I can see that I've had almost nothing all of my life yet here I am 69 years down the road with a roof over our heads and food for every meal. I'm not sure how much longer we can hang in here like this but we plan to stay at it for as long as we can. You know it isn't necessary to have a ladder to get a step up on life. Man can go a long ways with nothing.

You do know that you own nothing? So many of our things are just rented, Like your home,the rental payments are yearly and is called a tax. Miss several of those rental payments and there will be a new renter in your place.

Lots of other things that you've acquired to make life better or easier for you and paid a one time tax up front on, is only yours to use while you're here. After your demise another user will be using your stuff mistakenly thinking they own it.

Looky how far I came down this page with nothing. I think I could keep going on down but just for you I'll quit here.
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"An expert is someone who knows more and more about less and less, until eventually he knows everything about nothing." -Anon.

July 29

My thinking is the youngsters that drive by with their so called music playing as loud as the speakers will allow do so to fend off reality. Man, with all that loud noise a decent thought is hard to have.

I see some that have turned into adults still have retained this stupid trait. Like several people can't seem to ride in their car or walk around their house without the radio playing or some kind of music going. I've mentioned this to some and they usually respond with "I don't even hear it". I say if you aren't hearing it why turn the damn thing on.

I see a lot of walker/joggers go by with pods in their ears as they listen to something. It's like some will do anything not to be alone with their thoughts. Wonder what is in their thinking they fear.

Last example of adults still refusing to face reality is in the fact that among the 88 percent or 89 percent of non-black respondents Obama’s job rating is about 39 percent positive. Blindly they follow their Judas.

My opinion about the noise may be a bit biased because of my hearing impairment. I had to remove my aids this morning, they have a problem when I sweat. Anyway that resulting near total silence sure seemed like a blessing. Really good thinking time! Can't help but wish I was smarter which might give me something worth while to think about.
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"You are today where your thoughts have brought you; you will be tomorrow where your thoughts take you." "A man is literally what he thinks"- James Allen

July 28

Speaking of skunks and bad smells, I get to wondering. When a person is around another that is smoking there is a smell and breathing in the exhaled second hand smoke can cause health problems they say.

For my olfactory nerves to detect, in the case of the skunk, some very nasty airborne molecules some of which must subsequently be dissolved in the mucous lining of the nasal cavity to be smelled all creates the I wonder. To smell would only take a small portion of the odor breathed in. How much of a health problem can many breaths of skunk molecules pulled into my lungs cause?

What about while in a crowd you're breathing in a lot of other peoples used carbon dioxide? What about when one detects another person's discharge of intestinal gas? If you're smelling it you're breathing it in! Those nasty old airborne Molecules down into your lungs, YUCK! Probably messes up you DNA?

I've heard a lot of tough people say they wouldn't take any shit from no one. Ha, guess they can't control every little aspect of any given occasion.

That's another good thing about the early morning stroll, it gives me time for some good unencumbered wondering. At least I think it is good for me.
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"Smokers, male and female, inject and excuse idleness in their lives every time they light a cigarette." - Sidonie Gabrielle Colette

July 27

Horse flies galore! Had one on the back of my neck but was able to knock him off there.........right down the back of my shirt. Man, he wasn't biting but the way he was buzzing said his biggest wish was to get out of there. He didn't know it but I had the same wish only about ten-fold! We both was finally granted our wish but, I don't think he realized his success. I finally dropped him out the bottom of my t-shirt noting that I had pretty well beat him to death.

I had started carrying a fly swatter and it has been a pretty good defense for the fly problem but..........As I walked down Y19K I detected a nasty smell in the air riding along with me. Quite a few strides on down the road I saw a black thing ambling toward me. As it got closer I saw the white streak down it's back and quickly put the nasty smell and a skunk together.

I don't guess the skunk saw me because he kept coming. Now here I'm standing with a fly swatter as the only defensive tool available. What do I do with it? When he turns to spray me do I spank his butt with it? Nope, save the swatter for the flies and give the road to the skunk. My two walkers propelled me a whole different route for my morning walk. Wasn't too bad a walk but I don't really care to walk on gravel roads.
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When nothing is plenty, read one of Larry's old notes, there are many. http://wymers.blogspot.com/

July 25

Another reason that I wish I wasn't so hunky/fat/large is because the darn horse flies seem to think I am one! The flies are really bad now. Of course there are a couple of positives with them as they are and as I am.

The first is they don't scare off very easy and always seem to get a bite or two before they go. So many bites that their take has got to reduced my blood pressure somewhat.

Another reason is the increased calorie using energy that is used to swing both arms constantly for the full three plus miles. Jumping uses a bit more than walking too and that happens with a lot of the bites.

I can't help but wonder what some of the passer-bys think as they see this old man with an irregular jump in his hitch, constantly swinging both arms and the lips moving as if talking to himself. I can't repeat some of the words, but to me I'm not talking, it is the flies to which I speak.

I know it isn't the way it should be done but I take my shower before I take the walk then when I return I just change the wet shirt for a dry one. This morning after removing the wet shirt I happened to look into the mirror. Wow! With all the horse fly bites I looked like the great speckled turd....err I mean bird. No I looked again, the word before the err is the most correct.

Wind blew hard again last evening but the only damage that I noticed on my round was a tree across Memory Lane. That's the road that dead ends at out garage.

So much of nothing I've got but I imagine this dose is probably more than enough for today.
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It's a strange world of language when a sack is a poke, a mule is an ass and then a poke in the ass is a goose.

July 24

Some words from a Claude King song went something like this. "I sat down on a bear trap just this morning, it was camouflaged so I had no warning, I couldn't bear the pain when I ran out of chain, I sat down on a bear trap just his morning."

Well, something like that happened to me. About a year ago I realized that I had sat down on a bear trap and just this morning I ran out of chain. I can barely stand the pain but I ran out of chain yep, turned 69 just this morning.

I can cry if I want, cry if I want to, you might cry too when it happens to you.........oh! maybe you already have.

The end of the chain pain has subsided somewhat and stupid old me turned right around and sat down on another one. Sure home the chain length is at least as long as the last one. I would hate to think it might be any shorter.

Funny how some painful things on one hand can be so sweet on the other. I thank God for the blessing me with the sweet year past and pray his blessings will continue.

Just happened to have a little picture of my birth place. I'll stick it here so you can see that a person can come or go a long ways in 69 years.





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"O Lord! thou knowest how busy I must be this day: if I forget thee, do not thou forget me." - Sir Jacob Astley

July 23

I know that you're not necessarily sadden by it but my notes keep getting to become fewer and fewer with lots of time between. I know what the problem but can't fix it. The hour plus walk each morning uses up most of my typing time. That and the emails that I read. Some of those that I pass along are more important than anything I might type anyway. but I'd say the biggest culprit is the walk. How does that saying go? "When I walk the walk, I can't talk the talk."

This morning I carried my new small and lightweight flip camera along to film something exciting but I missed the best. I saw two deer bounce across my path but was too slow pulling the trigger on the camera. As I missed the jumping pair I decided to just film a pair walking which is contained in the attachement. Turning the sound up loud is best.



Viewing the short clip I noticed the shoes look pretty good to be eight years old with over 1,400 counted miles on them over the past year and half. No telling how many non-counted miles have past those soles.

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Walking, in technical terms, is a form of bipedal (or quadripedal) progression in which there are periods of double support, when both feet are on the ground, alternating with periods of single support. http://www.answers.com/topic/walking

July 7

Yesterday that heavy humidity finally turned into rain drops and showered upon us 2.4" of that wet stuff called rain..............That is if my neighbor didn't mess with our rain gauge.

Whatever, it failed to empty the air. I spent about seven minutes in the shower this morning followed by another hour of shower. It showered on me for the whole hour of my wade and more is in the forecast. What a blessing, can't live without it!

Gave a little thought to the extra carbon that I emit during the walks which caused me to pay special attention to the trees and plants along my route. Noticed that the ones just prior to my reaching the top of some of these hills and for several yards beyond are fuller that those along the level. Isn't nature amazing? When I'm huffing, emitting the most carbon and sucking the oxygen the hardest, the plants happily accept it and then in turn, with their more leafed condition return an extra allotment of oxygen just where I'm most in need of it.

And..........I haven't even seen a bull over the last many years.
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"Honesty is the best policy; but he who is governed by that maxim is not an honest man." - Richard Whately

July 6

Well howdy, Dory is going to Columbia along with a few pals to shop. She is leaving little old dutiful me here again to watch over the livestock and guard the home front. I don't mind it at all!

I do worry a little about her shopping but not too much. She is fairly frugal and is very well aware of our financial circumstance which encourages me to believe that she will shop till she drops but buy nary a thing. What a sweet heart!

I did slip her five bucks to buy her lunch. She could have gotten by with a good meal at McDonald for only three bucks and received some change back but the smallest bill I had was the five. Maybe she'll bring me a couple bucks back.

We received .8" of rain last night with the possibility of more hanging in the air. I mean hanging thick! I expect that it will form some drops and begin falling any minute. My three miles this morning was more like wading accompanied with a few butterfly strokes instead of a walk. And at the end I was as wet as if I had been in the lake.
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Health is merely the slowest possible rate at which one can die.