Friday, June 23, 2017

Transgenders In Sports (my prediction)

Allowing transgender "women" to compete with REAL women will ultimately END women's sports.

Wednesday, June 21, 2017

Ties Between London Mayor And Extremists - Imagine that! (a link)


Nah, They'll Just Blame Someone Else! (meme)

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An Interesting Comparison (a link)


I Haven't Posted This Meme For a While

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A FEW democrats have caught on to this and THAT is why the party keeps losing (for now).

The War on Drug Drones (a link)

Medley of Worship: Opus 2017-189: Headlines: The War on Drug Drones

My Most Treasured Books (w/pic)

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I’ve decided to sell some of my most treasured books. It’s not that I’m desperate for money, though more is always better. It’s that I pretty much know how to do those things that I’m able and willing to do at this point in my life, and I’m just too unhealthy to start many of the things that I’d once planned to try. And so, I’m offering them to you folks before I advertise them elsewhere.

You might call them original homesteading books for the “back-to-the-landers” of the Great Depression and the war years. With a couple exceptions, they are compilations of articles about things that folks can do to better their lives. Considering when they were written, quite a few articles are hopelessly out of date. However, many more are timeless—just as valid today as when the books were first published. These books contain ways to recycle, to do your own plumbing, electrical and construction work, and build everything from bird-houses to homes for people. In between are shelters for swine, fowl, sheep and cattle, and equipment to handle them with. There is advice on how to set up the home shop, how to do finish work and build doors, do metal work, and make lamps, furniture and crafts (mostly for men). There are also plans for “toys” for both kids and adults. The books are listed below:

Carpentry, by Gilbert Townsend, basically a start-to-finish book on homebuilding from the craftsman era. Originally copy-righted in 1918, this is a 1943 printing.

Make it Yourself-900 Things to Make and Do, originally published by Popular Mechanics in 1927, this volume is in new condition and was republished by Lindsey Publications in 1998.

Five Acres and Independence, by M.G. Kains –  1944 printing of the 1935 timeless classic on all things homesteading.

380 Things to Make for Farm and Home by Glen Charles Cook, a book on improvements mostly with wood and concrete, still valid today, 1941

500 More Things to Make for Farm and Home, also by Cook – one of the most varied books for ideas, 1944

It’s Fun To Make It Yourself by Stacey Maney – a lot of general wood-working, furniture making and metal work, 1944

Farm Mechanics – Text and Handbook – by G.C. Cook, L.L. Scranton and H.F. McColly – the actual mechanical section is the most out-of–date of any of the books, but it has excellent sections on welding, construction, heating, plumbing and lighting, 1946

Monday, June 19, 2017

For Those Who Like The "F-word"

Some folks use the f-word, or one of its variants, for every existing part of speech. It has become so much a part of our national (and maybe international) conversation that most people never know when they say it or hear it. For those of us who actually listen for meaning in a conversation, the word’s usage makes its user sound like an idiot.

Don’t agree? Then take my challenge! Since “F___” has the same meaning as “copulate,” replace the f-word  with the word “copulate” (or its appropriate variant) in your conversation for a few days. If you think it sounds stupid when you say it, remember that is exactly what you sound like when you use the f-word. © 2013

As you see, this is an old post that I'm recycling, not because I'm deliberately trying to insult anyone, but simply because that's the way it is.

Freedom and Justice for West Papua (a link)

A Woodsrunner's Diary: Freedom and Justice for West Papua

A Map Of Home For Pumice

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Never Alone (a link)

Spreading God's Love: Never Alone

Lawyers Dropping Like Flies (a link)


Navy Probably Rammed On Purpose (a link)


FOR SURE! (meme)

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Maybe Saw Palmetto Does More Than We Think! (a link)


Sunday, June 18, 2017

Sore Losers Organizing For Action (Disruption and sedition)

From an email.
I do not understand how living in a country with its democracy established over 200 years ago, and now, for the first time in history, suddenly we have one of our former presidents set up a group called "Organizing for Action" - (OFA).

OFA - 30,000 strong working to disrupt everything that our current president is trying to do.  This goes against our Democracy, it is an operation that will destroy our way of governing.  It goes against our Constitution, our laws, and the processes established over 200 years ago.  If this is allowed to proceed then we will be living in chaos very much like third world countries are run.  What good is it to have an established government if it is not going to be respected and allowed to follow our laws?  If this does not scare you, then we are in worse trouble than you know.

It is explained below.  Do your part:  read it and at least pass this on so others will know what we are up against.  We are losing our country and we are so compliant.  We are becoming a "PERFECT TARGET" for our enemy!  Article from the New York Post - If you had an army some 30,000 strong and a court system stacked over the decades with judges who would allow you to break the laws, how much damage could you do to a country?  We are about to find out in America!

The ex-president said he was going to stay involved through community organizing and speak out on the issues and that appears to be one post-administration promise he intends to keep.  He has moved many of his administration's top dogs over to an organization called Organizing for Action (OFA).  OFA is behind the strategic and tactical implementation of the resistance we are seeing across America, and politically active courts are providing the leverage for this revolution.

OFA is dedicated to organizing communities for "progressive" change.  Issues are gun control, socialist healthcare, abortion, sexual equality, climate change, and of course, immigration reform.  OFA members were propped up by the ex-president's message from the shadows:  "Organizing is the building block of everything great we've accomplished.  Organizers around the country are fighting for change in their communities - and OFA is one of the groups on the front lines.  Commit to this work in 2016 and beyond."

OFA's website says it obtained its "digital" assets from the ex-president's re-election effort and that he inspired the movement.  In short, it's the shadow government organization aimed at resisting and tearing down the Constitutional Republic - AMERICA

Paul Sperry, writing for the New York Post, says OFA will fight President Donald Trump at every turn of his presidency and the ex-president "will command them from a bunker less than two miles from the White House."  Sperry writes that the ex-president is setting up a shadow government to sabotage the incoming administration through a network of non-profits led by OFA, which is growing its war chest (more than $40 million) and has some 250 offices nationwide.  OFA IRS filings, according to Sperry, indicate OFA has 32,525 volunteers nationwide.  The ex-president and his wife will oversee the operation from their home/ office near the White House.

Think about how this works - for example:  Trump issues an immigration executive order; OFA signals for protests and statements from pro-immigrant groups; ACLU lawyers file lawsuits in jurisdictions where activist judges obstruct the laws; volunteers are called to protest at airports and Congressional town hall meetings; the leftist media springs to action; the twitter sphere lights up with social media; violence follows - all emanating from the ex-president's signal that he is heartened by the protests.

If Barack Obama did not do enough to destroy this country in the 8 years he was in office, it appears his future plans are to destroy the foundation on which this country has operated on for the last 241 years.

Please pass this along.

Listening To The Rain

Only a couple minutes after I posted a couple old family heirloom rocking chairs on Facebook, a lady wanted them and said she’d send her husband out just after dark tonight. I hated to part with them, but we have no-one to pass them on to and we need to declutter some more. I remember the one chair in my parent’s home from my earliest days. It was a wedding gift to them from Mom’s paternal grandpa in 1948, and was over 100 years old even back then. The other is a Shaker rocker and sat for many years on the front porch of the Jenny Lind home of some elderly cousins in the Volcano, West Virginia oilfields.

The tater wagon had been making circles around us for a couple hours or better, before it finally began raining early this evening. I was sitting on the porch enjoying the wind and the distant rumbling until huge drops of rain began falling and within a couple minutes turned into a downpour. Soon, the wind picked up a bit more and my seat in the porch swing was no longer a dry one, so I went back in the house.

About 15 minutes before the earliest the guy could supposedly come for the chairs, I went out and sat in the truck. The wind had died down, but I knew that the mosquitoes would soon find me in the swing, whereas I’d be safe in the truck. The rain was coming down at a pretty good clip, so it made an obvious clamor on the roof of the truck. It reminded me of the days when I was a kid, and would open the door in my bedroom to the back attic room so I could hear the rain hit the tin roof on that part of the house. During the day, I’d sometimes sit on the back porch when it was raining, since it also had a tin roof.

I sat in my truck for 45 enjoyable minutes before the guy showed up. During that time, I didn’t hum or whistle, nor did I play the truck radio. I did like I did as a kid and just sat and enjoyed the experience, though I DID watch the deer wander around the neighbor’s yard across the road. I can only imagine a kid of today sitting quietly for 45 minutes listening to the rain—no talking, no texting, no video games and no fidget spinners. Times have changed; people have changed; thank goodness the sound of rain on a tin roof remains the same. © 2017

Payback's A Bitch! (a link)


Sixbears, I Remembered That You're Looking For A Boat (a link)


The Truth About Women And Transgenders In Combat (a link)


Most Folks Haven't A Clue

Presidential historian and author Doug Wead claims that the deep state, which has successfully overthrown the governments of foreign countries, is going to continue to actively seek a coup d’etat of the dually elected president of the United States.
If there was ever a time in history to be concerned about another rise in communism, now is that time. Wead says that the deep state is determined to overthrow Donald Trump. The presidential historian refused to mince words, saying:
"We have very skilled, talented professionals. They’ve overthrown governments in Vietnam and the Philippines, in Iraq and Iran, in Egypt, in the Ukraine. Duly elected democratic governments. They created what they called `popular uprisings.'"
Of course, we should expect nothing less from shadow governments. The very same people who work in the State Department, some of them in intelligence, and some of them in the media, have successfully caused uprisings in several other countries. They’ve worked together to overthrow foreign governments, and Wead believes Trump is a thorn in their side preventing a global takeover....
... It has been apparent to those not blinded by partisan politics that something is going on in the government right now, yet most simply call it a “witch hunt,” simply for lack of wanting to admit the deep state exists.  It certainly looks like a battle between democracy and the deep state. And we aren’t sure we’d put money on democracy at this point in history.
—Mac Slavo—

No Doubt! (meme)

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Judge Jeanine Blasts The Biggest Danger To America - WORTHLESS REPUBLICANS! (a link) PLEASE WATCH


Saturday, June 17, 2017

More On Music

The missus wanted a salad badly enough today that she was willing to buy it, so we ate at Wendy’s before going to Chinamart for our main weekly grocery run. As we ate, she grumped about the loud and lousy music. She was right about being loud, but the music was from my youth, so I rather enjoyed the trip down memory lane. The missus is just enough older than me that she doesn’t care for the music that I listened to as a kid and young adult.

One number they played was from Saturday Night Fever. I didn’t remind her that I once knew the line dance from that show. Nor did I tell her that, during those days, I had a leisure suit, a “Disco Joe” shirt as we jokingly called them and a pair of platform shoes. Pretty strange threads for a kid who liked everything from classical to bluegrass and usually dressed in a T-shirt, jeans, a straw hat and a pair of western boots with traces of real honest-to-goodness horse pucky in the welt.

When I made my customary visit to the men’s room before leaving, they were playing the Cat Stevens’ version of “Another Saturday Night,” so THAT was the song that stuck in my head today. The words aren’t anything special, but I like the sound.

I’ve been lucky the last couple times that I’ve been in restaurants that their playlist was of original music, not flaky repro stuff by unknown bands. I stopped in a fast food joint on the far side of town to use the john the other day where that wasn’t the case. The beginnings of two songs played while I was there and on both, the band and singer sounded just like the originals for about two lines, then the sound went to total crap.

I’ve heard it said that one of the surest signs of old age is when the music of your youth starts turning up on the playlists of elevator music. That began about 10 years ago. So now you know folks; I’m officially over the hill! © 2017

Friday, June 16, 2017

Meds And Music

No, I’m not buzzed out on painkillers and listening to old records of acid rock. Those are just a couple subjects that I dealt with today.

I went to see one of the nurses at my heart doctor’s office and she found where I can get my cheap meds cheaper and my two expensive meds for free, UNLESS some unforeseen problem comes up. Afterward, the missus took me to the sign of the tarnished arches for a late breakfast. Personally, I wouldn’t go there as long as they have queer fries, but the missus was paying, so what the heck. As we ate our sausage gravy and biscuit, we were noticing how one of the “songs” playing over the PA system managed to have a repetitive pattern to it, but with no melody and no really definable rhythm.

After that, I sat in the truck a few minutes with the AC running, while she ran into Chinamart to get some milk. During that time, I was wondering if, years down the road, the young people would discover the idea of melody again and think it was something entirely new that they invented. A wonderful old song came to my mind and got stuck there, as sometimes happens. Have you ever heard the old song “After the Ball?” Before we came home, my water pill struck and I had to stop at a fast food joint to drain. While there, Marvin Gaye’s version of “I Heard It Through The Grapevine” was playing—a very different classic from a very different era.

Here’s a link of a 1925 recording of “After The Ball,” and further down are the words that are closest to what I remember (There are different versions, including parodies.)


A little maiden climbed an old man’s knees—
Begged for a story: "Do uncle, please!
Why are you single, why live alone?
Have you no babies, have you no home?"
"I had a sweetheart, years, years ago,
Where she is now, pet, you will soon know;
List to the story, I’ll tell it all:
I believed her faithless after the ball.“
”Bright lights were flashing in the grand ballroom,
Softly the music playing sweet tunes.
There came my sweetheart, my love, my own,
‘I wish some water; leave me alone.’
When I returned, dear, there stood a man
Kissing my sweetheart as lovers can.
Down fell the glass, pet, broken, that’s all—
Just as my heart was after the ball.“
”Long years have passed, child, I have never wed,
True to my lost love though she is dead.
She tried to tell me, tried to explain—
I would not listen, pleadings were vain.
One day a letter came from that man;
He was her brother, the letter ran.
That’s why I’m lonely, no home at all—
I broke her heart, pet, after the ball."
After the ball is over, after the break of morn,
After the dancers' leaving, after the stars are gone,
Many a heart is aching, if you could read them all—
Many the hopes that have vanished after the ball.

I Guess I’m An Arminian – as opposed to a Calvinist

I find it interesting that some folks can speak of both predestination and “the joy that passes understanding.” I realize the term “predestined” is used in the Bible, but even after many years of reading and trying to study God’s word, I continue to believe that what is alluded to is “foreknowledge” not exactly a choiceless situation where you can basically be saved against your own will. Salvation is a free gift for all who CHOOSE to believe, but like any EARTHLY gift, you don’t benefit from that gift if you refuse to accept it.

I also find it interesting that most of those who believe that you have no choice in your salvation, believe that once you have it, you CAN choose to throw it away! I guess the important question for those folks is, “Are you saved TODAY?”

Unfortunately, due to the limits of human understanding, there are verses in the Bible that would seem to back up both views on receiving salvation and on keeping it, so some folks will insist on arguing about it. I have friends and relatives on both sides of the issue and I believe both sides are saved. The real question for anyone reading this is, “Have you accepted Jesus as your savior?” If not, you should shake a leg, we aren’t promised a tomorrow. As for whether you’re predestined to do it, or are choosing of your own free will, the results will be the same, since you have Heaven to gain and Hell to avoid. © 2017

Wednesday, June 14, 2017

I Wrote A Letter

Now I think I'll send a copy to my state and national representatives.

Dear X:

I come from honest, hard-working stock. My family came through the Great Depression and other downturns in the economy over the years with no help from the government. They never collected “commodities” or “relief” in the old days, or welfare or food stamps in later decades. The first couple times that I qualified for unemployment, I didn’t even sign up for it.

Things are different these days though, I’m 62 and on disability and had Medicaid. My wife finally got Obamacare last year, but Blue Cross/Blue Shield raised her premium $267 a month this year and we didn’t know which ten days of the month we shouldn’t eat or drive our car, so we had to drop it. My wife just began drawing about $600 a month Social Security at age 74. The next time that I went to get my medications, I found that Medicaid had dropped me without even having the common decency to let me know. I was suddenly supposed to start paying $800 a month for medication, plus pay for all doctors, procedures and hospital costs. I haven’t checked yet to see if I qualify for Medicare Part A, but it wouldn’t cover doctors or meds, and I can’t afford Parts B and D, or the insurance to cover what Medicare doesn’t.

I’m not one of those idiots who think healthcare is a Constitutional right. It’s strictly a product available to those who can afford it. What burns me, though, is that I know families on their fifth generation of living on the government dole. THEY have healthcare, just like most of the legal and ILLEGAL aliens in this country who’ve never paid taxes in their lives. It’s also galling to hear both democrats and republicans talk of cutting Social Security for the elderly, but never welfare or food stamps for those who choose not to work.

Had I not qualified for Medicaid for a while, I wouldn’t have my pacemaker. Today, I had to cancel a routine check of the pacemaker because I have no way to pay for it. The fact is, I'm a Christian and not afraid of death, but I don't appreciate basically being bumped off so OTHERS can have an easy life.

My ancestors and I, and millions of people like us are the folks who have spent our lives working and paying taxes that this country might continue operating. Don’t you think it’s time that WE get a little help, instead of all of the ungrateful freeloaders?


Sunday, June 11, 2017

She Knows What She Wants

Except when she wants to go for a ride, the Mighty Dachshund likes us all in the back of the house, the three of us together, Generally, she likes us to be as close as possible, as long as SHE is in the middle.

This evening, after letting her drain and dump, She and I sat on the porch a few minutes. I could tell she was uncomfortable in the heat so, several times, I asked her if she wanted to go inside with the missus and enjoy the air-conditioning. She’d look at me, then look at the hammer I’d brought outside and stay where she was. She knew from the hammer that I’d planned to stick her back in the house when she grew tired of the heat, so I could work outside a few minutes.

Finally, I asked her if she wanted to go inside if I went in with her. She jumped to her feet and went to the door, her answer obvious. Don’t tell ME that little bugger doesn’t understand English! I picked up my hammer and we went in for the evening. © 2017

Thursday, June 8, 2017

Well, I Got ONE Thing Done Yesterday (and one today)!

I got my lawn mowed yesterday. It looked like rain for a while but the dark clouds blew on past. The first mowing this spring took five hours, since I had so many of last year’s leaves amongst the grass to chew up. The last mowing took only two, since the leaves were mostly gone and the grass wasn’t too high. This time, it took THREE hours, because I did some extra trimming around the edges with the mower that I don’t always do. I thought it looked pretty nice when I was done, but the missus complained as usual. She wants me to scalp the lawn, rather than mow it, but I always set the mower as high as it will go. Otherwise, I’d eventually end up with a dirt lawn.

I THINK I discovered a yellow-jacket nest in one bank. I need to check it out, since there were only a few around. If it turns out to be a nest, it’s the earliest I’ve ever located one. It’s usually at least August before they get to be noticeable. Incidentally, I hit several small holes in the lawn that didn’t used to be there. They were grassed over, not freshly dug. I finally figured out that they were where yellow-jacket nests from past years had settled in due to winter freezing and thawing. One was only about half the size of a soccer ball, but another was the size of a shoe box. I always just gas them, but don’t burn them or dig them out. My dad used to do both; I always wondered if it was some sort of revenge on the little devils, as the fumes alone will kill them. LOL

It didn’t seem much like work, as I was riding the mower those three hours, but when I finished, I was so worthless that I didn’t even TRY to do anything else.

Today was a bit different, though I STILL only got one thing done. I guess I COULD count going to the DMV to get my truck license, but that seemed more like a waste of time than “doing something.” Then, since we were close, the missus wanted to go to the Chinamart on the far side of town. Afterwards, since we had gotten up early, we ate an early lunch and we both took a long nap. Then we watched the 700 Club. Anymore, I only trust the news from them and FOX. Unfortunately, the missus then wanted me to take her “somewhere” (anywhere would have done, I think), so I loaded up the pooch and her and suggested Sam’s Club. The pooch and I walked around a little and then snoozed a little while the missus picked up a couple things we needed and one we didn’t.

While waiting, I DID manage to sharpen the “garden sickle” that I picked up in Amish country last weekend. The last owner had kept it sharp, so all it needed was touched up. I tried it out on some grass in one of Sam’s traffic islands and it worked just fine. I’d originally thought the handle would be too short. I believe though, that by leaning on my cane with my left hand as I use the sickle with my right, the length may be okay. Time will tell about the handle length, but sharpening the sickle was the ONE thing that I accomplished today.

Oh well, like Little Orphan Annie sings – “Tomorrow, tomorrow…!” © 2017

Tuesday, June 6, 2017

Not A Bad Day

I usually do well to accomplish one thing a day, anymore. Today was a tiny bit different. It was partly sunny, reasonably cool and there was a slight breeze. So the first thing I did was to rake the remaining leaves from around the house, so the mower could chew them up. Then I cut a few weeds that had come up near our porch. Next, I split a little firewood and cleaned up my front-lawn “log-yard” a bit so I could get around everything better with the mower. Lastly, I pulled my old log trailer from the place out by the road where I tried to sell it a couple years ago and put it down by my mill frame, so I can use it to stack lumber on. It took me quite a while to do all that, but I feel good about it, even if my legs feel a little weak and shaky now.

The missus pulled her strange timing thing on me again, though. I never saw anyone wait until you’re doing something they actually WANT YOU TO DO to start complaining about it. It makes me want to put my tools away and go sit in the swing, except I have to live here too, and want the place looking better the same as she does. Oh well, anymore I just try to ignore her quirks and just let her fret about mine if she chooses.

If the weather holds tomorrow, maybe I’ll get the yard mowed. It needed mowed last week, but I didn’t have the gas. It’s supposed to rain here Thursday, so I’ll keeping my fingers crossed for tomorrow! © 2017

Sunday, June 4, 2017

The Pooch And The Bugs

The Mighty Dachshund began torturing the missus to get me up at 3AM this morning. That’s 2-3 hours ahead of normal. First, though, she wanted me to stand over her while she ever so SLOWLY ate the remains of the McDonald’s cheeseburger that we’d given her for supper the evening before. Only THEN was she willing to let me take her outside to pee. Outside, she barely wet the ground. Obviously, she just wanted to see my smiling face while she chowed down in the wee hours. She has me trained SO well!

She was okay then, until I got up at mid-morning, still tired from our “big day” yesterday. After draining and dumping, she laid at my feet on the porch as I sat in the swing and enjoyed the scene and sounds around me. The woods were filled with the usual birdsong while a couple crows had a conversation in the distance.

Gradually, I noticed the area about one o’clock from me and 20 feet away begin filling with tiny white or grey moths or millers. They were so small that they could almost have passed for dandelion fuzz, except that I could see them flapping their wings as they drifted upward and onward with the almost imperceptible breeze. Watching closely, I traced them back to a spot on the lawn not much bigger than my little dog, with most coming from an area smaller than a saucer.

For several minutes they kept taking flight and drifting into the distance with no sign of stopping. Finally, a large snake-feeder (dragonfly) noticed them and began swooping through the cloud of moving new life like some bat on his erratic bug-catching flight. This continued for a few more minutes until a robin, which had been hunting bugs under the white oak tree 50 feet away happened to look up. He immediately found the tiny area of heaviest concentration and started gobbling hungrily on the little hatch before most of the members could get airborne. This, also, went on several minutes with the robin dining on the ground and the dragonfly eating in flight. Little by little the swarm diminished, either from the appetite of the robin or having simply run its course. Finally there weren’t enough left to hold either the robin or the dragonfly and they both moved on to other banquets.

The show over, I took the pooch inside and we began planning our day, me and the missus that is, the pooch had HER say at 3AM! © 2017

Saturday, June 3, 2017

A Pleasantly Disappointing Day (w/pic)

I went to bed last night with a full tank of gas in the truck. When I went out this morning, only ¾ of a tank remained. The gauge works and I smelled no leaks. I did NOT have a locking gas cap. I’ve had this truck for 10 years this month, and this is the first time that I KNOW that I’ve had gas stolen. The last time it occurred was about 20 years ago, when I still had the old GMC. I guess the kids of those thieves from back then have now hit driving age and are following in their predecessor’s footsteps. A simple locking gas cap solved the problem back then, as I knew it would today.

We took a swing up into Amish country today; it takes about two hours to get there from here. The place keeps changing and changing. It’s forever losing its remaining quaintness and character and is turning into a mega-market selling Chinese junk. You can still find some Amish-made stuff, but you have to really hunt for it. The food isn’t as good as it used to be, either. Of course, the gals who were cooking when the missus and I first went there 30 years ago are either retired or dead. The younger generation just doesn’t have the touch. They brag on their menu about their real mashed potatoes, but manage to make them taste like instant. My pork chops were great, but the pork gravy on my mangled potatoes was the absolute worst I’ve ever tasted. It reminded me of rancid fat. The green beans from the can were surprisingly good, as was the iced tea, and the view from our window seat was beautiful. I noticed a lot of fallow and just planted fields up there, I suppose due to the rainy spell we had for so long.

The missus was having a bad day today, tired quickly and was wobbly on her feet (though not dizzy, strangely enough). I even convinced her to use her cane, which is AMAZING. She managed to hit only three of her usual dozen or so shops before wearing out. I’d hoped to get to three antique shops today, in search of a grass whip (think sickle on a straight 3-foot handle) and some turning gouges. The biggest shop is now nearly impossible for me to get to with the lack of nearby parking and the heavier traffic flow, so I didn’t go there. I DID manage to quickly scan the other two shops and find a very small version of a grass whip with an 8" blade and a 15" handle (an online photo labels something similar as a “garden sickle”) and a good grinding wheel, which measures about 1-1/16" by 9", that should work on the pedal-powered grinder I plan on making from an old Singer sewing machine base. There were no turning gouges to be found, though. I guess if I don't like the length of the sickle's handle, I can always put a longer one on it.

The dog and the missus were ready to head home only a couple hours after we hit the shopping villages, so we left at least three hours earlier than usual, but I didn’t mind. We agreed that we had a pleasant, sunny day, a mostly decent meal and a drive through some beautiful country.

When I hit town, I stopped at a car parts place before heading home and bought a locking gas cap for the truck. It was about triple the price that I paid for the last one, despite being nearly all plastic. I also warned the neighbor across the road about my disappearing gasoline. He said his wife had mentioned hearing cars stop along the road a couple times last night. I imagine the first time was to let the thief out and the second was to pick him up. © 2017

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Monday, May 29, 2017

A Mixed Bag Sort Of Day

The missus took me out for lunch today at one of our favorite restaurants. For some reason, though, she ordered one of the “diet” meals, maybe because it was cheap (and SHE was paying for it). Figuring I’d better not break her budget, either, I ordered one of the less expensive meals also. It was okay, but certainly nothing to brag about. She complained that there wasn’t anything TO hers and there wasn’t, understandably. I wish she’d have let me buy; I imagine we BOTH would have eaten better.

Leaving the restaurant, we headed up through town toward the next town on the other side of the river. Before leaving our own neck of the woods, though, I saw a little dog in a front lawn on my right cross my lane about 200 yards distant, heading for a couple old ladies walking along the street on the opposite side. I slowed down slightly and a second later, a SECOND little dog crossed my lane. I slowed down more. Before we could get there, some young woman in a bikini ran across the lane and I began almost creeping along. Arriving on the scene, the young woman was kneeling on the ground wailing beside her apparently dead little dog in the wide median strip, as a woman somewhere around my age was walking back to her, apparently the driver who’d hit the animal. Traffic was stopped in the other lane, but I moved slowly on.

I don’t know how the little dogs happened to be loose, but negligence was involved on SOMEBODY’S part. I don’t know if the driver had everything on her mind except driving, was in an animated conversation with a passenger, was talking on her phone or texting, but if I saw the dogs 200 yards away, there was no excuse for HER not to see them and SLOW DOWN. If her vision was to blame, she probably shouldn’t be driving. I always think, “What if that had been a CHILD?” The negligence of two or more people caused the unnecessary death of the poor little animal. I was angry and disgusted; my wife was in tears. I eventually calmed down, and so did she, but she was affected the rest of the day.

We went to Chinamart in the town across the river for a while, then. She got a decoration to put on her great-grandmother’s grave and I TRIED to get a box of staples for my desk stapler. I’ve been watching our town’s two Chinamart stores for weeks, and all they seem to carry is some sort of “industrial” staples for electric staplers, even though they sell several models of the manual kind of stapler. They had ONE box in the store that I was in today, but when I went to check out at “express” lane, there was a problem with a woman’s credit card  or something, so after several minutes, I just laid down the staples and left.

We then went home and got the pooch and headed for a cemetery just across the county line where the mother of my wife’s maternal grandmother is buried. She said that her and her mom decorated the grave when she was young, but figured it had been 40-50 years since the grave had been decorated and she felt bad about it. After dragging the pooch along with us for a few minutes as we hobbled over the sidling hilltop cemetery, we finally found the grave and placed the small wreath. We then drove on to the next little town and made a loop on the other side of the town to come back home another way. We used to take a LOT of long drives, but we can rarely spare the gas anymore, so it was an enjoyable drive for us. We noticed a lot of change since we’d last been through the area. I guess we don’t live in our own world anymore, but in someone else’s.

The pooch, tired from her extended ambling in the cemetery, slept well on the drive back and even when we got home. This evening, the missus said her stomach was in an uproar and wondered if I’d mind taking her to the sign of the tarnished arches to get an ice-cream cone, so I did. We got one for the Mighty Dachshund, too, and she thoroughly enjoyed it (though I eat the cone itself). We’re now settled in for the evening, wishing there was something on TV worth watching, but there isn’t. So, here I am on the computer and it sounds like my wife and the pooch are napping in front of the boob tube in the next room.

I hope you all had a nice Memorial Day. © 2017

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Is the EU NATO’s Single Biggest Threat?

Ask 1000 people and you may get 2000 opinions, but I believe the greatest threat to NATO is NOT the U.S. cutting funding, ongoing terrorism, or even Russia. I believe the greatest threat to NATO (for whatever value the organization may have in the first place) is the European Union. The EU is just another tool of the globalists, who seek to destabilize and destroy independent nations and lead us into an age of one world government, aka the New World Order, first praised in this country by Bush the elder.

Contrary to what they say, the homogenization they seek is NOT to make government more efficient; large governments never are. Nor are they humanitarian in any way, since the economies of the member nations have suffered terribly under its rule. It’s simply the old struggle for money and power by those who already have too much of both.

The situation in Syria was, by and large, caused deliberately by Obama, at the behest of his global handlers. Thus, the Syrian “refugees” flooded into Europe through the open borders that the EU had created. The huge influx of heathen hordes has overwhelmed and destabilized most of Europe (which was the whole idea). Only England finally had the good sense to try to get out of the union.

The idea of NATO was for an organization of INDEPENDENT nations to stand together in mutual defense. However, if those nations metamophisize into one giant quagmire of inefficiency and anarchy, their purpose will be totally undone. That, of course, is what the globalists want. Only by staying strong INDEPENENT nations can they truly be ready to assist one another when needed.

No clearer illustration of the intellectual divide on this subject exists than our own President Trump pushing for hard borders and strong military to preserve freedom and safety while Angela Merkel, head of the EU’s defacto ruling nation, talks of building bridges instead of walls. Understandably, she’s often been called Germany’s Hillary.

Europe has a choice; they can trust themselves for their own defense, or they can trust the very people who seek to destroy them for profit. Their remaining freedoms as individual nations and the future of NATO both depend on the rest of Europe waking up, as England is trying to do. © 2017

Tuesday, May 23, 2017

Yesterday Was A Loooooong Day!

I once again didn’t sleep that well the night before last, then got up at a time that was early for me. I took Mom’s lower plate to the dentist to be repaired but, understandably, they told me that they would need her upper plate also, to try and match them properly. I should have thought of that I guess.
We then scraped together enough change to buy breakfast at the sign of the fallen arches, thus avoiding having to break into our grocery budget to have breakfast out.

I then went to the rehab center and got Mom’s upper plate and returned to the dentist’s office. Only THEN did they give me papers that would need filled out and signed before I could pick them up.

With all the running around, it was approaching noon, so we went home to get the pooch to take her to the vet for her ear infection. On arrival, we learned that all the vets were in emergency surgery and wouldn’t be available until 2 o’clock. So we took the long way to Sam’s Club and then the pooch and I tried unsuccessfully to snooze while the missus passed a little time looking at things she couldn’t afford to buy.

Back at the vet’s, finally, we were ushered into an exam room soon after arriving. I requested that we NOT get the red-headed guy who was willing to let our dog die a couple visits back because we didn’t have an extra $100 in our pockets (we went home and scraped it up). We ended up with a very nice young vet whose last name matched that of one of my ancestors. Her husband is AUTOMATICALLY a relative, since all people in this country with that name are descended from one man. We didn’t get out of the vet’s until 3:30 and spent $225 of our vehicle emergency repair savings.

THEN, I had to take the papers to Mom and get them signed, and rush them over to the dentist’s and pick up the dentures before they closed. Naturally, I then had to take Mom her dentures. They didn’t fit just right, but good enough that she can use them until she can get then adjusted.

On arriving home, we continued to hear a single kitten mewing from under the enclosed crawlspace of our house. We’d been hearing it for at least 24 hours, so I figured the neighbor’s tailless cat had found some way in and left it there. As evening wore on, though, I decided to see if the spot I thought might have given the cat access was actually open. So, I went out in the dark in my skivvies and with a flashlight and learned that the crawlspace still appeared to be sealed.

THAT made me wonder if the kitten had somehow found a spot where it crawled in and the mother couldn’t follow. I hadn’t heard the kitten for a few hours, so I was hoping it hadn’t starved. I opened the access door to the space and blocked it so it couldn’t blow closed, hoping that I wasn’t doing it too late.

Sitting on the swing to catch my breath a few minutes later, the porch light suddenly came on! I told my wife, when she stuck her head out the door, that I was glad I wasn’t standing in the lawn watering the dandelions when she flipped on the light. Otherwise, I would have been exposed to the neighbors and any passing cars on the county road. I went to bed pooped from the day’s activities and aggravations.

The missus told me she heard the kitten this morning before I got up, so maybe all is well in the world of feline perpetuation. I don’t care much for cats, but what normal person can dislike kittens? © 2017

Sunday, May 21, 2017

When It Rains…

…it pours, they say. However, there’s nothing major going on, really. I got a call from the therapy center yesterday at 9AM telling me that Mom had dropped her lower plate and broken it. We were going to town anyway, so we left early, picked up her broken denture and swung by her “denture doctor,” but he was closed on Saturday, as I suspected. I called Mom later and told her that she’d have to “gum it” over the weekend. She didn’t seem to think that was a problem.

The rehab center keeps moving her boot-out date up for some reason. I don’t know if they want the bed for someone else, or just what. It was set for this coming Saturday, then Friday, and now they’re talking about Tuesday. I’m going to try to reach her regular doctor tomorrow and see if she thinks that’s wise.

I picked up my lower-priced meds from Kroger’s today and they were about three times what they quoted me on paper the other day. I think they quoted me some co-pay or some such thing, instead of the full retail as I’d asked. I’ll be looking into it. So far, four of my followers have given me links where I can find less-that-retail prices, plus, I found one in my files. I go to my heart doctor’s office tomorrow to get some samples, so he may have some suggestions, too.

After I came out of Kroger’s, the missus went in a few minutes, while I dog-sat. When she returned, she was worn out from walking (I don’t know why she didn’t use a rider) and left the cart between our truck and the car in front of us. As my wife climbed in, the old f_rt in that car came back to the rear of his car looking angry and accusing the missus of hitting his car with the buggy. I told him to save it for someone who believed his lies and pulled away as he shouted that he had my license number. I told him that I couldn’t care less and drove on. I suppose he was hoping to extort some cash from us. The WORST that could have happened was that the cart rolled a foot or two on its own, AFTER my wife had left it (the lot slopes), but even if so, it might have touched the BUMPER of his car, NOT any painted area. Some people are real pieces of work. It was an OLD car, by the way.

That was my life in the geezerly lane for this weekend, folks. Hope yours was a good one! © 2017

Monday, May 15, 2017

Some Evening!

I didn’t have my Entresto (a kill you or NOT cure-you heart medicine) last night or this morning, so I planned a run to the Kroger Pharmacy this evening to get it. First, I went to my sister’s house where she was supposed to be parting with some tools that belonged to my maternal grandfather. I could tell they weren’t his, but I DID take an old Austrian-style scythe blade that was hanging on the wall. Then, I went to Mom’s apartment to see if anything in the fridge needed ditched, since she’s been at the physical therapy place for a week now. I ditched about a cup of blinky milk and gave some un-opened chicken salad and three bananas to the neighbor lady. I also kept a half container of ham salad for myself. The missus was getting hungry by that time, so we made a “run for the border” and got a couple tacos for more than they were worth.

On the way to Kroger’s, I was going the suggested safe speed of 20MPH around a bend of a city street, when the thirtyish buckeye behind me laid on the horn, then sped around me on a double-yellow line, almost hitting the motorcyclist coming in the other lane, talking on his cell phone the whole time.

At Kroger’s, I realized that I hadn’t gotten my wallet when I’d changed jeans earlier in the day, so I went back to the truck to get some change out of the ash tray and went back in. Then, the new guy at the pharmacy counter tried to charge me $490 for the medicine. I told him that that was a bit much, so he eventually had to get an older employee to help him get it straightened out. THEN, the computer demanded that I show my new insurance card, which I didn’t have, since my wallet was at home. So, I guess I’ll go back tomorrow!

Although it was a minor thing, when I got home, I couldn’t check the mailbox, because the neighbor was mowing around them. I went back later, but it turned out there was no mail for us today, anyway. I should have just stayed in the house today! – LOL © 2017