I've been reminded that it has been sometime since I've posted a note, some even remarked that there has been very few worthwhile since I began sending them sometime in 2003. That could have hurt pretty bad but I've read them too.
It is still fairly warm here so for my walk this morning I chose an old work coat to wear. As I told Dory I was leaving she said, "Hunky, I must tell you, that coat has had it." My mind tried to visul.......I don't know what my mind did! I could only respond with, "The lucky old thing, I'm going to start wearing in around here all the time and maybe I'll find some."
Dory was not into humor that early and I fear because of my feeble attempt at it, luck for me won't happen anytime in the near future. Tho, I am lucky that mom is here with us, otherwise it seemed I might even be fixing my own breakfast.
Another note that might fall into the, some even remarked, category.
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"Reading this in the morning is like eating cabbage for breakfast." -Pressbox Maxim (edt)
About Me
Sunday, February 20, 2011
2/14
Man seeks power, and as far as that goes so do woemen, err, I mean women. I, Glenda and along with Mother Lena had a huge wish for the stuff this morning. Around 6:45 this our protected underground electric feed failed us. I'm sure the problem was somewhere way beyond our underground but still.......All that wasted expenditure to put us underground was for naught... At least for us. If you have a business that allows you to garner a set profit over your costs, why not blow all you can. The more the cost, the more the return.
Sick is the process but great is the power. After about 2 hours and 20 minutes our power was restored. Thanks to those trained union guys trolling up and down out roads trying to find the problem, then fixing it when finally found whatever was possible. Just hoping that this outing doesn't call for another rate increase.
Glenda and Mom were very happy as the dressed, showered and whatever to head for Lena's doctor appointment in Jeff City. Oh sure, there will be a few stops to shop. This, I was told earlier.
Isn't it nice when you have no power? Talk is a direct result. Oh how I wished for the power to return. Okay for us but you, receiving this message may have other thoughts? BIG DEAL! Hit detete if happy doesn't happy
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What quote?
Sick is the process but great is the power. After about 2 hours and 20 minutes our power was restored. Thanks to those trained union guys trolling up and down out roads trying to find the problem, then fixing it when finally found whatever was possible. Just hoping that this outing doesn't call for another rate increase.
Glenda and Mom were very happy as the dressed, showered and whatever to head for Lena's doctor appointment in Jeff City. Oh sure, there will be a few stops to shop. This, I was told earlier.
Isn't it nice when you have no power? Talk is a direct result. Oh how I wished for the power to return. Okay for us but you, receiving this message may have other thoughts? BIG DEAL! Hit detete if happy doesn't happy
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What quote?
2/14
Man seeks power, and as far as that goes so do woemen, err, I mean women. I, Glenda and along with Mother Lena had a huge wish for the stuff this morning. Around 6:45 this our protected underground electric feed failed us. I'm sure the problem was somewhere way beyond our underground but still.......All that wasted expenditure to put us underground was for naught... At least for us. If you have a business that allows you to garner a set profit over your costs, why not blow all you can. The more the cost, the more the return.
Sick is the process but great is the power. After about 2 hours and 20 minutes our power was restored. Thanks to those trained union guys trolling up and down out roads trying to find the problem, then fixing it when finally found whatever was possible. Just hoping that this outing doesn't call for another rate increase.
Glenda and Mom were very happy as the dressed, showered and whatever to head for Lena's doctor appointment in Jeff City. Oh sure, there will be a few stops to shop. This, I was told earlier.
Isn't it nice when you have no power? Talk is a direct result. Oh how I wished for the power to return. Okay for us but you, receiving this message may have other thoughts? BIG DEAL! Hit detete if happy doesn't happy
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What quote?
Sick is the process but great is the power. After about 2 hours and 20 minutes our power was restored. Thanks to those trained union guys trolling up and down out roads trying to find the problem, then fixing it when finally found whatever was possible. Just hoping that this outing doesn't call for another rate increase.
Glenda and Mom were very happy as the dressed, showered and whatever to head for Lena's doctor appointment in Jeff City. Oh sure, there will be a few stops to shop. This, I was told earlier.
Isn't it nice when you have no power? Talk is a direct result. Oh how I wished for the power to return. Okay for us but you, receiving this message may have other thoughts? BIG DEAL! Hit detete if happy doesn't happy
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What quote?
2/10
You can't believe all you hear or read so I've been told. Like this morning we've been told that at the Lake of the Ozarks it was 13* below zero with a wind chill factor of 23* below. We live right on the lake and the lowest low we had this morning was just a tad above zero at 0.4* by our temp teller. At 8:30 it was already up to 8* by the same teller.
I guess able to believe is dependant upon who you are. Like, Judy tells me that I can't believe what I read and send her but she sends me a lot of stuff that she has read and believes very strongly. If Obama's name was James Warren Jones and he was running our world from the Peoples Temple she would still follow him. Because he is a democrat she drinks his poison by the pages full.
A trip to Jeff City is scheduled for today. Going to pick Lena up and bring her home. If you want to talk to her call 573-365-1845. I think she'll be here two weeks this time. Only problem I see is the main road isn't clear yet. It may make for a slow trip and I'm not one for slow.
Darn, if I didn't run out of something to say before I come up with anything to say something about! 'Typical', is the only word that comes to mind here. Yeah I know, but 'who cares' would be a two word thing.
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We have an opportunity to live in joy. Do not postpone happiness until the debts are settled and relationships rearranged. Joy doesn't exist out in the world somewhere; we find it inside. - Rev. Mary Manin Morrissey
I guess able to believe is dependant upon who you are. Like, Judy tells me that I can't believe what I read and send her but she sends me a lot of stuff that she has read and believes very strongly. If Obama's name was James Warren Jones and he was running our world from the Peoples Temple she would still follow him. Because he is a democrat she drinks his poison by the pages full.
A trip to Jeff City is scheduled for today. Going to pick Lena up and bring her home. If you want to talk to her call 573-365-1845. I think she'll be here two weeks this time. Only problem I see is the main road isn't clear yet. It may make for a slow trip and I'm not one for slow.
Darn, if I didn't run out of something to say before I come up with anything to say something about! 'Typical', is the only word that comes to mind here. Yeah I know, but 'who cares' would be a two word thing.
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We have an opportunity to live in joy. Do not postpone happiness until the debts are settled and relationships rearranged. Joy doesn't exist out in the world somewhere; we find it inside. - Rev. Mary Manin Morrissey
2/9
Dog gone it! Gone is what I wish, not the dog but the snow. the ground is covered again this morning and it is still coming down. I faintly remember a time not too long ago when I thought falling snow beautifying our world with a covering of white virgin snow. Right now I can barely believe I ever thought such crap. Sure getting a little tired of it and the cold too for that matter. It is 9* here now with a wind chill of minus -6 degrees.
It was near the same temp yesterday but I did my three miles anyway. Actually the wind chill was only was only as low as that city in Mississippi. Twobelow I think it was. I have allowed my facial hair to grow hoping to help keep my face warm during the walks but hair doesn't grow on my ears and nose. Whooeee do they ever suffer.
That cold yesterday really got my nose running then as a further slap to my face it froze my nostrils shut. Did the rest of the walk with my mouth wide open! Didn't want to take a chance that it might freeze shut thereby suffocating me. That had breathing of below zero cold air I'm sure made the uvula hanging there at the back of my throat take on the look of a fat icicle.
Got to get things ready for another day of pushing all that pretty off the road and walks. Didn't want to sound negative so used a former thought instead of today's 'pretty ugly' off the road.
Kinda unhandy not to have anything to say yet have a whole day to say it.
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Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak or read some of their writings aloud.~Anon
It was near the same temp yesterday but I did my three miles anyway. Actually the wind chill was only was only as low as that city in Mississippi. Twobelow I think it was. I have allowed my facial hair to grow hoping to help keep my face warm during the walks but hair doesn't grow on my ears and nose. Whooeee do they ever suffer.
That cold yesterday really got my nose running then as a further slap to my face it froze my nostrils shut. Did the rest of the walk with my mouth wide open! Didn't want to take a chance that it might freeze shut thereby suffocating me. That had breathing of below zero cold air I'm sure made the uvula hanging there at the back of my throat take on the look of a fat icicle.
Got to get things ready for another day of pushing all that pretty off the road and walks. Didn't want to sound negative so used a former thought instead of today's 'pretty ugly' off the road.
Kinda unhandy not to have anything to say yet have a whole day to say it.
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Light travels faster than sound. This is why some people appear bright until you hear them speak or read some of their writings aloud.~Anon
2/5
As usual, around 3:50 this morning my eyes popped open but kind of squinting. I got up, went in to get a cup of coffee and on the way I turned an outside light on and looked out. Talk about eyes popping open my eyes lost their squint and opened so far they pushed my eyebrows within a quarter inch of my hair line. My view revealed that mother had presented us with what appears to be another couple inches of snow.
I had our road pretty well cleared down to Reed's drive and this mandates the need to push a little more to get it clear again. My quandary is where the heck do I push it to? I mean our path down the road was good but creating the path left about 36 to 40 inches of stacked snow on either side. I can't be too sorry about the stacks because that was the best I could barely do.
Oh well, I can only say that even tho I kinda agree with Dory that this is a hellish of a situation, we're both wrong. As far as I understand it, one can’t expect two feet of snow and teen or single digit temperatures in hell.
But I will say that as a hell of a note, the forecasters are talking about the possibility of another six inches but to date not certain if we will be in the path or not.
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Tho terrible negative influencers may flair, one never relinquishes the ultimate power to dictate their attitude. ~Anom
I had our road pretty well cleared down to Reed's drive and this mandates the need to push a little more to get it clear again. My quandary is where the heck do I push it to? I mean our path down the road was good but creating the path left about 36 to 40 inches of stacked snow on either side. I can't be too sorry about the stacks because that was the best I could barely do.
Oh well, I can only say that even tho I kinda agree with Dory that this is a hellish of a situation, we're both wrong. As far as I understand it, one can’t expect two feet of snow and teen or single digit temperatures in hell.
But I will say that as a hell of a note, the forecasters are talking about the possibility of another six inches but to date not certain if we will be in the path or not.
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Tho terrible negative influencers may flair, one never relinquishes the ultimate power to dictate their attitude. ~Anom
2/4
Opened our Outlook Express this morning and as usual saw the button, 'Create Mail'. I thought maybe I had been missing the boat, you know, wasting a lot of time trying to do it myself. When I clicked on it I got the regular blank page and decided once to wait for the Microsoft creation to evolve. I sat and watched that page for almost twenty minutes before deciding the jokes was on me. So here I am trying to type something, all the while realizing the blank page would have been the best to send. I'll go on and send this typed stuff anyway so several folks can read it and be able to say too, 'the jokes on us'.
Tho, I had typing in school and probably got up to several words per minute, having no need to type for near forty five years caused me to almost forget how. I use only three fingers now. My left first finger, my right first finger and my right second finger. First finger being the one nearest the thumb and the second, the one next to it. If being so handicapped wasn't enough, my mind wonders how many readers might be looking at their middle finger as they read my notes. The thought throws off my thinking somewhat which might explain a lot of things?
Can't believe that I haven't found more time to type. Heck, we've been housebound since Tuesday and it doesn't look like the binds will come off anytime soon. Thank the Lord we have had no emergencies and still have electricity.
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No one is ever so busy that they can't crowd in a 'do as they want' or a 'need to do'. Prioritize my dear, it is all in the priorities.~Anon
Tho, I had typing in school and probably got up to several words per minute, having no need to type for near forty five years caused me to almost forget how. I use only three fingers now. My left first finger, my right first finger and my right second finger. First finger being the one nearest the thumb and the second, the one next to it. If being so handicapped wasn't enough, my mind wonders how many readers might be looking at their middle finger as they read my notes. The thought throws off my thinking somewhat which might explain a lot of things?
Can't believe that I haven't found more time to type. Heck, we've been housebound since Tuesday and it doesn't look like the binds will come off anytime soon. Thank the Lord we have had no emergencies and still have electricity.
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No one is ever so busy that they can't crowd in a 'do as they want' or a 'need to do'. Prioritize my dear, it is all in the priorities.~Anon
2/1
Hi-dee-ho we've got snow. It began here around 3:45 or at least the ground wasn't covered yet but the flakes were many. Looked like there might be ice on the road so I went out, salting my slick steps as I made my way to the garage. Was going to salt the road before it became snow covered but it didn't seem to be iced like the steps. So I salted my way to our back door and now, wham bam, here I am.
Anyway, in the 15 minutes that I was out there everything became pretty well covered. The guy on TV says at this time we're getting 1" to 2" per hour. Later in the day it will become 2" to 4" per hour. His map and words speak to us about 10" here by noon. Blizzard like conditions that will hang around for about six hours after it really gets going. The last time there was a storm of this magnitude was back in 1986. Healthy but homebound will be the case for a very large group of people including us I fear.
Also shows us that we're getting off easy with possible 10" compared to Jeff City and Columbia (15" to 20"). They are saying that a possible historical storm is in the making.
There could be a reader that would like to see our local weather and doesn't know they can get it at http://www.abc17news.com/weather.php You're welcome
DAD GUM THAT GLOBAL WARMING
Anyway, in the 15 minutes that I was out there everything became pretty well covered. The guy on TV says at this time we're getting 1" to 2" per hour. Later in the day it will become 2" to 4" per hour. His map and words speak to us about 10" here by noon. Blizzard like conditions that will hang around for about six hours after it really gets going. The last time there was a storm of this magnitude was back in 1986. Healthy but homebound will be the case for a very large group of people including us I fear.
Also shows us that we're getting off easy with possible 10" compared to Jeff City and Columbia (15" to 20"). They are saying that a possible historical storm is in the making.
There could be a reader that would like to see our local weather and doesn't know they can get it at http://www.abc17news.com/weather.php You're welcome
DAD GUM THAT GLOBAL WARMING
1/31
Great day in the morning! We got us another day here as I suppose you did there too. Isn't life grand? Now with it comes the happy problem as to how we're going to fill it up with a bunch of useful actions. Did you ever notice how many of the useful actions aren't near as happy a thing to do as are the useless things. I'd better put the brake on here because I don't think anything is absolutely useless. The possibility that an action or thing could have had more worth if done or used at a different time isn't arguable but even a nothing is ever useless. Like this note of nothing, it isn't useless. I individually hand pick the recipients each note, so at least you can see you've been thought of.
I've been told that reading a book of fiction is a huge waste of time which I disagree with and feel the real waste of time was the time spent by the guy telling me that.
Sitting here waiting for our forecasted bad weather to strike with nothing to say again which I'm sure has been pretty evident. It puts this once near daily note teetering perilously on the edge of becoming acknowledged by me as being a worthless or useless waste of time except of the aforementioned. Something you all may have been thinking for some time but thanks to the last sentence, you have an out for that thought.
Times ago I've been with some, who seeing a buck deer vacating their occupied space in a high speed manner, spake of it saying, 'that buck is sure carrying the mail'. I've probably said such myself. Now, with time to think, I believe it was to have been, 'that buck is sure carrying the male'. Makes sense to me now.
Further thought brought to my warped mind that if the fleeing animal happens to be a female deer that statement doesn't work. So, I finally figured it out. If a fast departing buck is said to be 'carrying the male' then of a fleeing doe it could be said, 'she was haulin' ass'. Humm.
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“With Congress, every time they make a joke it’s a law, and every time they make a law it’s a joke.”~Will Rogers
I've been told that reading a book of fiction is a huge waste of time which I disagree with and feel the real waste of time was the time spent by the guy telling me that.
Sitting here waiting for our forecasted bad weather to strike with nothing to say again which I'm sure has been pretty evident. It puts this once near daily note teetering perilously on the edge of becoming acknowledged by me as being a worthless or useless waste of time except of the aforementioned. Something you all may have been thinking for some time but thanks to the last sentence, you have an out for that thought.
Times ago I've been with some, who seeing a buck deer vacating their occupied space in a high speed manner, spake of it saying, 'that buck is sure carrying the mail'. I've probably said such myself. Now, with time to think, I believe it was to have been, 'that buck is sure carrying the male'. Makes sense to me now.
Further thought brought to my warped mind that if the fleeing animal happens to be a female deer that statement doesn't work. So, I finally figured it out. If a fast departing buck is said to be 'carrying the male' then of a fleeing doe it could be said, 'she was haulin' ass'. Humm.
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“With Congress, every time they make a joke it’s a law, and every time they make a law it’s a joke.”~Will Rogers
1/27
If you had your sound turned up loud enough you may have heard something real close to what I sound like as I top the hill on my morning walk. Which remind me that I forgot to mention the other day about the good neck exercise that comes with the huffing puffing walk.
The breath intake is so intense that it actually pulls my head forward several inches and then the exhale quickly sends it back behind my shoulders.
I have thought about walking the last part of the hill backwards as the exhale could help push me. However, I believe the inhale is so much the stronger that it would be of more help pulling me up the hill that the exhale could push.
Huffing puffing I do and am not ashamed about it at all, tho this note reads like I might blow a little more than I puff.
Oh well, it was something to write.
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A sense of humor is the ability to understand a joke - and that the joke is oneself. ~Clifton Paul Fadiman
The breath intake is so intense that it actually pulls my head forward several inches and then the exhale quickly sends it back behind my shoulders.
I have thought about walking the last part of the hill backwards as the exhale could help push me. However, I believe the inhale is so much the stronger that it would be of more help pulling me up the hill that the exhale could push.
Huffing puffing I do and am not ashamed about it at all, tho this note reads like I might blow a little more than I puff.
Oh well, it was something to write.
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A sense of humor is the ability to understand a joke - and that the joke is oneself. ~Clifton Paul Fadiman
1/26
One part of my plan for this note is not to mention anything pertaining to crap. Yes, I'm going to do an 'about face' today.
During my daily walk over the last several days a song by Pat Boone keeps coming to mind. I can't remember the words exactly but it was something like " On a day like today we pissed the time away, writing yellow letters in the snow".
I really made an error day before yesterday when on my walk and after five cups of coffee I needed a little relief. Off the side of the road I was writing a few yellow letters when I heard an automobile approaching. I very hurriedly put the reliever away but in my haste failed to get it clear of the zipper. Ooh wee, wee, I think the driver of that car pushed hard on his accelerator after seeing the expression on my face as he got to me.
I could not believe my mistake tho to the best of my memory it had happened a couple other times in my earlier years. I did a little checking and found that an average male person will probably seek some relief about seven times a day. This means that if I began wearing zippered pants, say at five years of age, I have zipped and unzipped over 163,500 times give or take a few. Man, with that kind of experience....
Just goes to show you that like in golf as well as many other doings, no matter how much you practice an unexpected result is always close, laying there in wait to surprise you.
Hey, I did it, no crap mentioned in today's note other than that I wasn't and that I didn't.
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A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent in doing nothing.~George Bernard Shaw
During my daily walk over the last several days a song by Pat Boone keeps coming to mind. I can't remember the words exactly but it was something like " On a day like today we pissed the time away, writing yellow letters in the snow".
I really made an error day before yesterday when on my walk and after five cups of coffee I needed a little relief. Off the side of the road I was writing a few yellow letters when I heard an automobile approaching. I very hurriedly put the reliever away but in my haste failed to get it clear of the zipper. Ooh wee, wee, I think the driver of that car pushed hard on his accelerator after seeing the expression on my face as he got to me.
I could not believe my mistake tho to the best of my memory it had happened a couple other times in my earlier years. I did a little checking and found that an average male person will probably seek some relief about seven times a day. This means that if I began wearing zippered pants, say at five years of age, I have zipped and unzipped over 163,500 times give or take a few. Man, with that kind of experience....
Just goes to show you that like in golf as well as many other doings, no matter how much you practice an unexpected result is always close, laying there in wait to surprise you.
Hey, I did it, no crap mentioned in today's note other than that I wasn't and that I didn't.
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A life spent making mistakes is not only more honorable but more useful than a life spent in doing nothing.~George Bernard Shaw
1/24/11
Not a lot new going on around here. Well, I guess we do have quite a bit of new carbon dioxide being made. Now, as well as while I slept, my lungs continued to suck in oxygen and blow out new carbon dioxide into the environment. In every twenty four hour period of regular living, a person sucks and blows on an average, more than 28,800 times. Most without any effort or thought. Amazing isn't it. I'm thinking about it now and I'm just as thankful as I can be for all the friends and relatives out there who are still sucking and blowing. A few of them are like me and have the ability to blow way more than they suck. Even typing can be a form of blowing, or so I've been told.
We're all still taking it in and blowing it out, doing our part in helping the trees grow. To show us their thankfulness they return the favor by kicking back to us new oxygen. It seems everything runs in a cycle of some sort.
The average adult at rest inhales and exhales something like about one-fourth of a cubic foot of air per minute. That totals around 2,800 cubic feet in a day.
The air that is inhaled is about 20-percent oxygen, unless you're in or near a nasty city, and the air that is exhaled is about 15-percent oxygen, so about 5-percent of the volume of air is consumed in each breath and converted to carbon dioxide. Therefore, a human being uses about 150 cubic feet of pure oxygen per day.
It’s a simple and indisputable Fact that Oxygen is necessary to sustain a Healthy life! Clinical studies show that a human being can live for days without water, and weeks without food but without Oxygen biological death begins to occur within three minutes. Oxygen is the miraculous element that permits life to exist and flourish on earth!
You do know that trees grow twice as fast in or very near a nasty city? I guess there is a lot more people sucking and blowing there. Lots of automobiles and the like contribute too, I suspect.
I don't know where I got all this stuff so don't know who or what to credit. I doubt that has caused anyone too worry much?
No snow yesterday despite the forecast and warnings. The forecasters 80% chance of snow used the other 20% of his forecast that he didn't mention. Does that mean, tho he didn't mention it, that his forecast was correct?
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There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.~Linda Hogan
We're all still taking it in and blowing it out, doing our part in helping the trees grow. To show us their thankfulness they return the favor by kicking back to us new oxygen. It seems everything runs in a cycle of some sort.
The average adult at rest inhales and exhales something like about one-fourth of a cubic foot of air per minute. That totals around 2,800 cubic feet in a day.
The air that is inhaled is about 20-percent oxygen, unless you're in or near a nasty city, and the air that is exhaled is about 15-percent oxygen, so about 5-percent of the volume of air is consumed in each breath and converted to carbon dioxide. Therefore, a human being uses about 150 cubic feet of pure oxygen per day.
It’s a simple and indisputable Fact that Oxygen is necessary to sustain a Healthy life! Clinical studies show that a human being can live for days without water, and weeks without food but without Oxygen biological death begins to occur within three minutes. Oxygen is the miraculous element that permits life to exist and flourish on earth!
You do know that trees grow twice as fast in or very near a nasty city? I guess there is a lot more people sucking and blowing there. Lots of automobiles and the like contribute too, I suspect.
I don't know where I got all this stuff so don't know who or what to credit. I doubt that has caused anyone too worry much?
No snow yesterday despite the forecast and warnings. The forecasters 80% chance of snow used the other 20% of his forecast that he didn't mention. Does that mean, tho he didn't mention it, that his forecast was correct?
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There is a way that nature speaks, that land speaks. Most of the time we are simply not patient enough, quiet enough, to pay attention to the story.~Linda Hogan
1/23/11
At 3:15 Saturday morning our driveway alerter dinged a couple times and I just happened to have the bedroom TV monitor on. The view showed us a vehicle turning around in front of our garage. No one in any of the ten houses on this road but us so what the hell, I mean, what the heck is going on? In an effort to find out I jumped up, threw some clothes on, grabbed my camera and cell phone and under my control, allowed our pickup to carry me down the road.
The vehicle was long gone but I drove slowly past each home and saw no footprints in the snow to any of them. Drove on out and down Y19K noticing new tracks going down Memory Lane and then on the way back saw some tracks going down Sassafras that I had missed going out. This all created a somewhat worrisome state.
Come daylight, with the two dubyas (wonder and worry) hanging over my head and interrupting my normal thoughts....well, normal for me, I began my walk wading the snow up Memory lane. There, I saw the vehicle tracks had come to just above our garage then turned around and left. Did not see anywhere that a person had gotten out of the vehicle. Checked the tracks going down Sassafras and discovered they stopped mid hill and left no human footprints.
After I got home I called the Morgan Count Sheriff Department to ask if a deputy might have been patrolling in our area. Only one deputy in the county on duty Friday night and he was in the office in case of an emergency. Budget constraints had temporally ceased their nightly patrols but that was being lifted.
Not knowing who was doing what that early on a Saturday morning I thought that it might have been someone casing these neighborhoods out for a future no good. He tended to agree of the possibility so is going to have someone cruse our area for a few nights.
I forgot to mention that Dory was pretty aggravated at me when I got back. Seems I also took her gun and failed to lock the door as I left. Leaving, as she says, her and the pets in a pretty vulnerable state.
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I'll keep my eyes wide open all the time, and when I have spare time, I'll walk the line. Err, at least during my wakened hours. Lw
The vehicle was long gone but I drove slowly past each home and saw no footprints in the snow to any of them. Drove on out and down Y19K noticing new tracks going down Memory Lane and then on the way back saw some tracks going down Sassafras that I had missed going out. This all created a somewhat worrisome state.
Come daylight, with the two dubyas (wonder and worry) hanging over my head and interrupting my normal thoughts....well, normal for me, I began my walk wading the snow up Memory lane. There, I saw the vehicle tracks had come to just above our garage then turned around and left. Did not see anywhere that a person had gotten out of the vehicle. Checked the tracks going down Sassafras and discovered they stopped mid hill and left no human footprints.
After I got home I called the Morgan Count Sheriff Department to ask if a deputy might have been patrolling in our area. Only one deputy in the county on duty Friday night and he was in the office in case of an emergency. Budget constraints had temporally ceased their nightly patrols but that was being lifted.
Not knowing who was doing what that early on a Saturday morning I thought that it might have been someone casing these neighborhoods out for a future no good. He tended to agree of the possibility so is going to have someone cruse our area for a few nights.
I forgot to mention that Dory was pretty aggravated at me when I got back. Seems I also took her gun and failed to lock the door as I left. Leaving, as she says, her and the pets in a pretty vulnerable state.
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I'll keep my eyes wide open all the time, and when I have spare time, I'll walk the line. Err, at least during my wakened hours. Lw
1/22/11
As I sit here trying to come up with a little tale to tell, my ignorant mind stumbled over the word tail. With that word I got to thinking how close it was to be something coming from a butt-hole. I've noticed that a good one can be used as cover for a butt-hole and all that got me wondering where and how the word tale originated. Don't know that I want to use it anymore. After this note, guess I'll use the word qest instead.
A half hearted attempt to look up how the word tale originated gave me no help but I think it must have come from how you go about telling someone something. Once in a while you tell someone something it can be said they've been told but other times when you tell something it's gets said you told a tale.
Oh just forget it! This butt-hole is now finished with this tale-tail or whatever. I knew I was pretty well finished before I started but it's hard to stop a leak and my poor old mind is cursed with a pretty constant leak as I'm sure most of you all well know.
Calling for more snow maybe today but Pretty certain that Sunday will be well beyond a maybe. Sooo.. We live in Missouri. For me 69 years of the same old stuff, no problem.
Health note; You know it seems that death is always hanging around just looking for a way in. You certainly don't want to take a chance of providing that opening by being negligent in taking your prescribed medications, especially those for high blood pressure! Being negligent can greatly increase the chance of your tale being told prematurely.
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Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. -Isaac Asimov
A half hearted attempt to look up how the word tale originated gave me no help but I think it must have come from how you go about telling someone something. Once in a while you tell someone something it can be said they've been told but other times when you tell something it's gets said you told a tale.
Oh just forget it! This butt-hole is now finished with this tale-tail or whatever. I knew I was pretty well finished before I started but it's hard to stop a leak and my poor old mind is cursed with a pretty constant leak as I'm sure most of you all well know.
Calling for more snow maybe today but Pretty certain that Sunday will be well beyond a maybe. Sooo.. We live in Missouri. For me 69 years of the same old stuff, no problem.
Health note; You know it seems that death is always hanging around just looking for a way in. You certainly don't want to take a chance of providing that opening by being negligent in taking your prescribed medications, especially those for high blood pressure! Being negligent can greatly increase the chance of your tale being told prematurely.
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Life is pleasant. Death is peaceful. It's the transition that's troublesome. -Isaac Asimov
1/21/11
I know that I have some perk in there somewhere but there must be a blockage along the line. So far even the several cups of coffee hasn't lifted my rear very high, necessitating my dragging it around as I move about. Here in the hills there is required many stair steps to go from almost anywhere to somewhere else. The pain of the bouncing of my butt on each and every step has almost got me immobile in the old recliner, at least until I get some of the downers cleared from my head. That would leave some room for a lifting spirit and perkiness which could raise my ass high enough that I could carry it around up there where it is supposed to be. One positive as it is now, Dory won't stoop that low to chew on it.
I think most of the above is a direct result of moving snow from one place to another yesterday. The ATV is sure a nice snow mover but yesterdays depth, (around 5 inches) was a real challenge for the motorized steed and it's rider. Then the steps, walkways, porches and some touch up on the drive requires a bit of shoveling. Dory tells me that I can verbally shovel crap with ease but I'm telling you I drop to the bottom of the page when it comes to physically shoveling anything. And that's no sheet!
Hey, why don't you try sending a message everyday just to see how easy it is to find an interesting subject for all? It's possible that you can do it but there is a good chance that after awhile you'll end up just shooting and hollering poop like I do. As Dory quotes her grandma, "A wish in one hand and poop in the other still leaves you with pretty much nothing worth while." The quote isn't quite correct but it was something like that.
Humm, another crap filled note. You may not know but I send as much out in emails as I can because we have a septic tank and don't want to overload it
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It's only a thought, and a thought can be changed.~Louise May
I think most of the above is a direct result of moving snow from one place to another yesterday. The ATV is sure a nice snow mover but yesterdays depth, (around 5 inches) was a real challenge for the motorized steed and it's rider. Then the steps, walkways, porches and some touch up on the drive requires a bit of shoveling. Dory tells me that I can verbally shovel crap with ease but I'm telling you I drop to the bottom of the page when it comes to physically shoveling anything. And that's no sheet!
Hey, why don't you try sending a message everyday just to see how easy it is to find an interesting subject for all? It's possible that you can do it but there is a good chance that after awhile you'll end up just shooting and hollering poop like I do. As Dory quotes her grandma, "A wish in one hand and poop in the other still leaves you with pretty much nothing worth while." The quote isn't quite correct but it was something like that.
Humm, another crap filled note. You may not know but I send as much out in emails as I can because we have a septic tank and don't want to overload it
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It's only a thought, and a thought can be changed.~Louise May
1/20/11
I have mentioned this before but I'm repeating it. A person who specializes in something can be called a specialist. Then you have people that lobby called lobbyist, bicycle riders called bicyclist and ah, you know how it goes.
Anyway, Tuesday I went to visit a guy that makes huge dents in wallets which allows him to be known as a dentist. Usually only a routine check unless he has his yearly
neighborhood assessment coming up on his mansion in Florida, a Hummer payment or he needs to fill his automobile's gas tank. He is really a nice guy and doesn't bend us over a barrel. He just sits us in a chair and it's a thing that we feel needs to be done.
Negative anticipation creates apprehension which can fire your worry mode imagination and nothing soars faster and higher than imagination. A little worry in some instances can be a good thing, prompting one to plan but is absolutely not the case if it is about a dental appointment. Sad, but as I see it, 93.2% of the time, worry is a bigger waste of time than reading my notes.
When Marsha finished my periodontal maintenance procedure with her usual sadistic flair I felt awful about the terrible waste of time I had spent fraught with worry about it. And another thing, I didn't need a transfusion to replace the bleeding caused by her little sharp tool she gleefully stuck into my gums then pulled it down cleaning my teeth. I might would have needed a transfusion but was able to retain most of the blood by swallowing it.
As I walked out, quite pale from the blood loss, I was immediately turned white as a sheet when I heard that the cost would be over $130.00. That charge covered the long use of the waiting room, the twelve antagonizing minutes spent with Marsha's pain skilled fingers, five minutes with the dentist and the new toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste they gave me as a parting gift.
I did mention to the lady who took my money that most of the folks that I had come in contact with during my visit were all wearing masks, that is all except the one who actually took my money. Go figure.
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"If pleasures are greatest in anticipation, just remember that this is also true of trouble." - Elbert Hubbard
Anyway, Tuesday I went to visit a guy that makes huge dents in wallets which allows him to be known as a dentist. Usually only a routine check unless he has his yearly
neighborhood assessment coming up on his mansion in Florida, a Hummer payment or he needs to fill his automobile's gas tank. He is really a nice guy and doesn't bend us over a barrel. He just sits us in a chair and it's a thing that we feel needs to be done.
Negative anticipation creates apprehension which can fire your worry mode imagination and nothing soars faster and higher than imagination. A little worry in some instances can be a good thing, prompting one to plan but is absolutely not the case if it is about a dental appointment. Sad, but as I see it, 93.2% of the time, worry is a bigger waste of time than reading my notes.
When Marsha finished my periodontal maintenance procedure with her usual sadistic flair I felt awful about the terrible waste of time I had spent fraught with worry about it. And another thing, I didn't need a transfusion to replace the bleeding caused by her little sharp tool she gleefully stuck into my gums then pulled it down cleaning my teeth. I might would have needed a transfusion but was able to retain most of the blood by swallowing it.
As I walked out, quite pale from the blood loss, I was immediately turned white as a sheet when I heard that the cost would be over $130.00. That charge covered the long use of the waiting room, the twelve antagonizing minutes spent with Marsha's pain skilled fingers, five minutes with the dentist and the new toothbrush and small tube of toothpaste they gave me as a parting gift.
I did mention to the lady who took my money that most of the folks that I had come in contact with during my visit were all wearing masks, that is all except the one who actually took my money. Go figure.
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"If pleasures are greatest in anticipation, just remember that this is also true of trouble." - Elbert Hubbard
1/19/11
We, like so many others live with hope being a major user of the minds resources. A hope realized releases space for more hope as does a hope that as been thrashed around, modified then re-modified over and over again until it finally withers up and disappears from your head.
Like most I've had several of each but one small hope, that I'm holding on to and have for years, hasn't shriveled up yet. This then could be one of the things tying up the thought process that really hampers my ability to put anything worthwhile down on this page.
I can't help but think the long held hope might be realized as people become more and more familiar with their computers. My undying hope is that as time goes, folks will discover the little button on the upper left that has "create mail" written on it. Then when they do, I hope that they will realize enough pleasure in their own personal creations that they'll discontinue the use of the stupid, "forward," button that so many use to send mostly sick jokes and crap, false warnings, unusable petitions or those "send to five others with-in 5 minutes for good things to happen," kind of things.
You too probably see some of that forwarded crap of today being the same that you received as long as five years or more ago and it just keeps on, coming back and coming back and coming back. Hardly any of it was worth the read the first time. If there could be a way to count them over the years, I believe everyone would be astounded with the results.
Oh well to know however the method, that there are still live people out there means quite a bit to all of us.
'Nothing says lovin like something from the oven', that is, unless you get real and figure into the thought, a personally typed note!
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"Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last." - Decimus Junius Juvenalis
Like most I've had several of each but one small hope, that I'm holding on to and have for years, hasn't shriveled up yet. This then could be one of the things tying up the thought process that really hampers my ability to put anything worthwhile down on this page.
I can't help but think the long held hope might be realized as people become more and more familiar with their computers. My undying hope is that as time goes, folks will discover the little button on the upper left that has "create mail" written on it. Then when they do, I hope that they will realize enough pleasure in their own personal creations that they'll discontinue the use of the stupid, "forward," button that so many use to send mostly sick jokes and crap, false warnings, unusable petitions or those "send to five others with-in 5 minutes for good things to happen," kind of things.
You too probably see some of that forwarded crap of today being the same that you received as long as five years or more ago and it just keeps on, coming back and coming back and coming back. Hardly any of it was worth the read the first time. If there could be a way to count them over the years, I believe everyone would be astounded with the results.
Oh well to know however the method, that there are still live people out there means quite a bit to all of us.
'Nothing says lovin like something from the oven', that is, unless you get real and figure into the thought, a personally typed note!
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"Like warmed-up cabbage served at each repast, The repetition kills the wretch at last." - Decimus Junius Juvenalis
1/18/11
I'm sitting here with the laptop trying to get my heart to slow down. I'm not sure if I'm having one of those panic attacks that they were talking about on TV this morning or some other kind of heart problem. I think it must have been caused by the very humid air escaping from the shower stall.
I had forgotten to take my knife and keys from the other pants when I dressed this morning so went up to get them. Just as I stepped into the bathroom to say something to Dory she turned the shower off, opened the door and stepped out. Good Grief! It literally took my breath away and shifted my heart into such a very fast speed, one that I didn't even know it was still capable of. Along with that, my legs began to quiver and a few odd reactions from some of my other body parts. All this caused me to realize I had to get away from all that humid air as soon as I could.
Came down here for some drier breathing which I'm sure will slow my heart back down, tho it hasn't yet. Wouldn't you know it? I forgot my knife and keys too. Guess I'll wait for some of the humidity to dissipate up there before I go after them again.
Want to enjoy your days? Hey, it's your decision.
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"Joy is the feeling of grinning on the inside." - Dr. Melba Colgrove
I had forgotten to take my knife and keys from the other pants when I dressed this morning so went up to get them. Just as I stepped into the bathroom to say something to Dory she turned the shower off, opened the door and stepped out. Good Grief! It literally took my breath away and shifted my heart into such a very fast speed, one that I didn't even know it was still capable of. Along with that, my legs began to quiver and a few odd reactions from some of my other body parts. All this caused me to realize I had to get away from all that humid air as soon as I could.
Came down here for some drier breathing which I'm sure will slow my heart back down, tho it hasn't yet. Wouldn't you know it? I forgot my knife and keys too. Guess I'll wait for some of the humidity to dissipate up there before I go after them again.
Want to enjoy your days? Hey, it's your decision.
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"Joy is the feeling of grinning on the inside." - Dr. Melba Colgrove
1/15/11
Dory is a little peeved at Ruthie! She realizes that she shouldn't be but said she couldn't help it. Let me type you the story as best as I can.
You know that a walk in the cold can fairly well keep ones nose running as it does mine every morning. I do my best to keep stuff from running onto my lip by sniffing, wiping and blowing. Unfortunately there is always a few bits that somehow builds up into small parts and sticks to the sides of both nostrils. When I was born or before, I didn't have a chance to pick my nose but as I grew I leaned how pretty well.
Yesterday morning, during the early part of my walk, I was near Ruthie's place and decided to check her house out and turn on her de-icer. The house was fine and fairly warm so went wading through the snow to her dock. In trying to get the electrical box open, so I could plug in the de-icer, I found it to be frozen shut. During my attempt to open the box my hand slipped resulting in the tearing the fingernail of my right hand forefinger off clear to the quick. Ohh that hurt, but got the de-icer working just fine.
At home I had to cut off all I could of the fingernail leaving it very sore and without the fingernail unable to remove any of the built up pieces sticking up there in my nostrils. I soon discovered that the learned ability of my right hand forefinger had not been passed to any of the other fingers on my right hand and none of the left hand fingers were near skilled enough to even do a half assed job. Had to call for Dory's help.
Dory helped as best she could. She has long thin fingers and those nice long fingernails that should do the job really well but was so unhappy with the chore she roughed me and cut or scratched both nostrils enough to have them bleed. In an attempt to show a little sorrow for her treatment to me she blamed it all on Ruthie.
Now I'm worried about how I'm to get the scabs from my nostrils once they form. Guess I'll wait until I get to that bridge.
You know to tell a true story there are times where it just ain't got it so you try spiking it with a bit of stretch here and a bit of stretch there. I've caught myself doing that many times as I have with this note. Must have not stretched it quite enough huh?
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Honesty is more than not lying. It is truth telling, truth speaking, truth living, and truth loving without bending it so far as to break it.
You know that a walk in the cold can fairly well keep ones nose running as it does mine every morning. I do my best to keep stuff from running onto my lip by sniffing, wiping and blowing. Unfortunately there is always a few bits that somehow builds up into small parts and sticks to the sides of both nostrils. When I was born or before, I didn't have a chance to pick my nose but as I grew I leaned how pretty well.
Yesterday morning, during the early part of my walk, I was near Ruthie's place and decided to check her house out and turn on her de-icer. The house was fine and fairly warm so went wading through the snow to her dock. In trying to get the electrical box open, so I could plug in the de-icer, I found it to be frozen shut. During my attempt to open the box my hand slipped resulting in the tearing the fingernail of my right hand forefinger off clear to the quick. Ohh that hurt, but got the de-icer working just fine.
At home I had to cut off all I could of the fingernail leaving it very sore and without the fingernail unable to remove any of the built up pieces sticking up there in my nostrils. I soon discovered that the learned ability of my right hand forefinger had not been passed to any of the other fingers on my right hand and none of the left hand fingers were near skilled enough to even do a half assed job. Had to call for Dory's help.
Dory helped as best she could. She has long thin fingers and those nice long fingernails that should do the job really well but was so unhappy with the chore she roughed me and cut or scratched both nostrils enough to have them bleed. In an attempt to show a little sorrow for her treatment to me she blamed it all on Ruthie.
Now I'm worried about how I'm to get the scabs from my nostrils once they form. Guess I'll wait until I get to that bridge.
You know to tell a true story there are times where it just ain't got it so you try spiking it with a bit of stretch here and a bit of stretch there. I've caught myself doing that many times as I have with this note. Must have not stretched it quite enough huh?
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Honesty is more than not lying. It is truth telling, truth speaking, truth living, and truth loving without bending it so far as to break it.
1/13/11
The weather here Wednesday morning carried a 9* temperature with it along with some wind that brought the chill factor down to -10 below. I decided that my walk would take place on the old treadmill if at all. I hate that treadmill!
Tuesday it was 14* with a wind chill factor of -1 below. That was warm enough to take a hike but only after I cleared the road, porch walkways and perform a couple good deeds. the first was instigated while I was on the ATV plowing snow. When I got to West Oak I saw an eighty six year old gentleman near the top of his tenth of a mile hill with a snow shovel clearing his road off. I volunteered to make a pass or three on the ATV to help him along. He accepted my offer and it was done.
After his road and the road from our house to Y19 highway was cleared I began my walk. About a quarter mile into it Dory called to say a friend from over the hill was being released from the hospital. At this time, being neither she nor her husband are in very good health, she asked if we would help them into their house. That request caused me to return to the house, get the snow shovel and visit their house prior to their arrival. I cleaned off part of the drive way, two set of steps and their deck then mobiled back home. As it turned out another of their friends helped them and their stuff get into the house.
Started my walk again and the walk wasn't bad at all. One thing in these hills the wind doesn't hit you but about 55% of the time so a little minus one degree and a little fourteen. I dress well enough that the weather doesn't really bother much more than my face. This face has been bothered many, many times before with old being the largest culprit. I don't think the bother flung at it by the cold will be changing it too much. Why, it even has a good chance of improving the old thing. I know that cold contracts metal and if that should work on my face I could end up with near normal sized nose and ears.
Today a trip to Jeff city with Momma Lena so she can see another doctor. We think she is getting better despite her denials.
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There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. — John Ruskin
Tuesday it was 14* with a wind chill factor of -1 below. That was warm enough to take a hike but only after I cleared the road, porch walkways and perform a couple good deeds. the first was instigated while I was on the ATV plowing snow. When I got to West Oak I saw an eighty six year old gentleman near the top of his tenth of a mile hill with a snow shovel clearing his road off. I volunteered to make a pass or three on the ATV to help him along. He accepted my offer and it was done.
After his road and the road from our house to Y19 highway was cleared I began my walk. About a quarter mile into it Dory called to say a friend from over the hill was being released from the hospital. At this time, being neither she nor her husband are in very good health, she asked if we would help them into their house. That request caused me to return to the house, get the snow shovel and visit their house prior to their arrival. I cleaned off part of the drive way, two set of steps and their deck then mobiled back home. As it turned out another of their friends helped them and their stuff get into the house.
Started my walk again and the walk wasn't bad at all. One thing in these hills the wind doesn't hit you but about 55% of the time so a little minus one degree and a little fourteen. I dress well enough that the weather doesn't really bother much more than my face. This face has been bothered many, many times before with old being the largest culprit. I don't think the bother flung at it by the cold will be changing it too much. Why, it even has a good chance of improving the old thing. I know that cold contracts metal and if that should work on my face I could end up with near normal sized nose and ears.
Today a trip to Jeff city with Momma Lena so she can see another doctor. We think she is getting better despite her denials.
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There is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather. — John Ruskin
1/12/11
Now is the time for all of us to get into living! Yesterday was really the better time but a person never seems to realize this kind of thing until they get older. I'm only one day older but I've been thinking this for a lot longer. The most proper place for it to begin would be at birth but with a newborn the thoughts aren't there to think and then when the thoughts could be there we were all too busy going and doing to wonder or think about such a free to us thing. What a deal! We take life as a given and grovel or strut through it as if it were ours for the keeping and or abusing as we see fit. Stuff happens! Death was never much of a thought for us until someone else died and that sorrow never clambered into a youngster's mind as a passing possibility to ones self. Now I know that each and everyone of us are facing death within the next few seconds, hours or years. Are we going to be satisfied to sit around and wait for it or are we going to get into living?
When a person has nothing to say it would probably be better to let it go at that but we have stupids like me that try to force something out and it usually turns out not to have been worth the effort. Whatever the deal I'm not going to prolong it any further. I seem to be a little more than usual off my rocker this morning. That darn cat is using more than his share this morning!
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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.~Anais Nin
When a person has nothing to say it would probably be better to let it go at that but we have stupids like me that try to force something out and it usually turns out not to have been worth the effort. Whatever the deal I'm not going to prolong it any further. I seem to be a little more than usual off my rocker this morning. That darn cat is using more than his share this morning!
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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.~Anais Nin
1/10/11
Time is a dictator and a thief; there is no happy way to circumvent it. There are those who have no thoughts of time or no thoughts about a lot of other things as far as we know but time still affects them. I suppose those folks could still be happy in there somewhere.
Finally, after years of wishing, the neat life of retirement comes to pass but still time won't bow to your new way of life. If anything it becomes a worse enemy as it begins to cause a pain somewhere in your body then slips in more at a couple other places. It begins to blur your eyesight and dim down your hearing as it begins to expend it's pent up vengeance. It has been in the wings waiting to get back at you for all those years when you didn't hardly give it a thought. It is now that you begin to understand it's main objective is to kill you dead! Time is a dictator and a thief; there is no way to circumvent it!
Time was heavy on my mind this morning because our forecasted snow has slipped in a little preview. A dusting covering the road met ME when I got up this morning and it wasn't supposed to be until later in the day. It isn't snowing now but I don't think it's time to begin pushing it around yet. Oh! There is that time bother again.
Gotta go! No, not that. I'm just going to get another cup of coffee and then to other things. Like, Zuma blitz on facebook.
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Your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.~Vote but VOTE REP...REP...REP...RESPONSIBLY!
Finally, after years of wishing, the neat life of retirement comes to pass but still time won't bow to your new way of life. If anything it becomes a worse enemy as it begins to cause a pain somewhere in your body then slips in more at a couple other places. It begins to blur your eyesight and dim down your hearing as it begins to expend it's pent up vengeance. It has been in the wings waiting to get back at you for all those years when you didn't hardly give it a thought. It is now that you begin to understand it's main objective is to kill you dead! Time is a dictator and a thief; there is no way to circumvent it!
Time was heavy on my mind this morning because our forecasted snow has slipped in a little preview. A dusting covering the road met ME when I got up this morning and it wasn't supposed to be until later in the day. It isn't snowing now but I don't think it's time to begin pushing it around yet. Oh! There is that time bother again.
Gotta go! No, not that. I'm just going to get another cup of coffee and then to other things. Like, Zuma blitz on facebook.
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Your life can be changed in a matter of hours by people who don't even know you.~Vote but VOTE REP...REP...REP...RESPONSIBLY!
1/7/11
'Nuttin Honey' just about sums it up for another days thoughts of an infertile mind, at least at this time. But hey, I never promised you a rose garden...one momento! I don't think I ever promised you anything. Anyway, who would have ever have thought that these notes would be so much like trying to get thru a blackberry patch. What a battle getting from one side to the other. Wow! Then to discover that you didn't even get one berry. I want to say too, if you think reading them and trying to make sense of them is tough you ought to try it from this end.
It isn't true that what you get out of a thing is based entirely on what is put into it. The possible interpretations are too varied from one person to the other, and it does take me an awful lot of time slopping through the muck to find anything at all to type then ending up with nothing.
These, 'Nuttin Honey' days are so prevailing that they sometimes show their power by beginning even before I get out of bed. Ohooo, that hurts!
That does give me a little more time to work on the note but it could be part of the reason why my mind can't zone in on a worthy subject. Hopefully the note can still work as a reminder, you rest fondly in our minds.
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If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow.~Rachel Carson.
It isn't true that what you get out of a thing is based entirely on what is put into it. The possible interpretations are too varied from one person to the other, and it does take me an awful lot of time slopping through the muck to find anything at all to type then ending up with nothing.
These, 'Nuttin Honey' days are so prevailing that they sometimes show their power by beginning even before I get out of bed. Ohooo, that hurts!
That does give me a little more time to work on the note but it could be part of the reason why my mind can't zone in on a worthy subject. Hopefully the note can still work as a reminder, you rest fondly in our minds.
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If facts are the seeds that later produce knowledge and wisdom, then the emotions and the impressions of the senses are the fertile soil in which the seeds must grow.~Rachel Carson.
1/6/11
Shoot! I've always believed that I was a very thoughtful person but I must have been wrong! For the life of me I can't think of a thing worthy of typing. It has been that way for some time now, you as my witness.
I suspect that a lot of folks are like me and can't really read when being bothered by other sounds. So I added a little appropriate sound to today's note in hopes of fuzzing the fact there is no content.
I'm kinda in a hurry this morning so I'm out of here. Just hope whatever the reason that caused me to think I was in a hurry comes back to me soon.
Anyway, where there is life there is hope and we both woke up full of it this morning. We're trusting you did too!
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I still believe in Hope - mostly because there's no such place as Fingers Crossed, Arkansas.~Molly Ivins
I suspect that a lot of folks are like me and can't really read when being bothered by other sounds. So I added a little appropriate sound to today's note in hopes of fuzzing the fact there is no content.
I'm kinda in a hurry this morning so I'm out of here. Just hope whatever the reason that caused me to think I was in a hurry comes back to me soon.
Anyway, where there is life there is hope and we both woke up full of it this morning. We're trusting you did too!
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I still believe in Hope - mostly because there's no such place as Fingers Crossed, Arkansas.~Molly Ivins
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