Happy Birthday, Trudy!

Damage from last month's strong winds

Oh, god! I can’t find my birth certificate! That is just plain UN-American! I suppose Donald Trump will be after my poor ass now.
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Remember the movie The Day After Tomorrow which most scientists poo-pooed as being improbable or highly unlikely? The flick is about the sudden oncoming of a new ice age caused by global warming. If you remember the show, do you remember about all the horrible storms breaking out in places where that type of weather was rare or unheard of. Although tornadoes are not unheard of in the hills of East Tennessee, up until just a few years ago there were very few reported or confirmed, less than one small one each year and probably less than one each five years. Most that we did have caused minor damage; usually a roof blown off a barn and a few trees downed. Last night in my area, at least nine people lost their lives to strong storms and reported tornadoes and more than 200 died over the rest of the southern states. We’ve had tornadoes reported and confirmed for many of the past 10 years, and this year has been even more exceptional. To add to the damage, we’ve endured many shearing, downdraft winds where cyclone force winds fall straight down from a thunderstorm and then shear along the ground, uprooting trees, crashing homes and other buildings, and causing huge damage. JJ and I witnessed one such downdraft about 10 years ago, albeit a small one. There was a violent thunderstorm around our house, and he and I were on the back porch watching the backyard flood. At the end of the porch and hanging from the rails, Carolyn had three long terracotta planters full of pansies and petunias. Suddenly they went straight up into the air about 10′ (3m) and then slammed into the driveway beside the house. The planters had to weigh at least 20 pounds (9kg) each when dry and even more soaked with water. Both of us figured it was time for us to go inside for awhile as the gust brought horizontal rain to us and nearly knocked us down. The movie may have been wrong in the time elapsed for the new ice age, but I can surely see something is going badly with our present weather patterns. You youngsters (anyone under 55 years of age) better get used to it; it will most likely get much worse over your lifetime.
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Have a dry and calm Thursday!
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Wednesday without a theme

Glenwood Union Church cemetery

Mid-week dull. Carolyn is at hairdresser, JJ is off mowing yards, and I sit alone. Being alone when I want to be alone is near Nirvana for me.
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One of the places that let Carolyn go because of economic woes is wanting her back. The people they contracted to do the work did not pan out so here they come sidling, asking if she will consider coming back on a new contract. She is thinking it over, the place is in Elizabethton and mostly an annoyance to get to, but if they are willing to pay enough, I hope she will take it.
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I’ve read a few books in the past weeks; I finally finished Executive Orders by Tom Clancy. The e-book version is 1179 pages long and that translates into many thousands of page turns on the Droid which only displays a paragraph or two at a time. Gotta get a Nook! I also read Do Androids Dream About Electric Sheep by Phillip K. Dick. The excellent movie Blade Runner is based on the book, but the differences in book and movie are surprisingly many and wide; I like them both. I am now reading The Pelican Brief by John Grisham, a political thriller. If anyone wants my take on any of these tomes, I will gladly let you know what I think of them.
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I did a few critiques on Megashot this morning; Maggie seems to be about the only one really doing them right now. Cyrus is tied up in the design and production of Megashot version 2, so he doesn’t have as much time for them as he once did. I am not very good at doing them, and it takes quite a bit of time to look at a photo, download it and try to make it better in software, upload it and make a comment as to what I did, why I did it, and how I did it and then most of the time they say they like the original better, even if it is bad sucky. Oh, the perils of an art critic!
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The photo is from the little church cemetery in the community where I was raised. My parents and some of my grandparents are buried there.
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Have a wonderful mid-week crisis, my friends.
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Tuesday thoughts

Picnicking on raccoon

Notes on Sunday’s photo outing: Sunday was my first time being away from the house in more than a month. I am still getting used to the crutches, but I don’t expect to be hiking the Appalachian Trail. Dogwood trees are in full bloom and much better than the paltry offering of last year. Still plenty of pollen in the air. I saw one hay field that had been mown; this is a task that is usually performed in late May or early June. Spring weather conditions have been good for farming. As we were driving, we saw a black snake having an argument with a mocking bird; the bird seemed to be getting his point across because the long reptile was trying to slither away from him all the while being determinedly pecked. We were in traffic so I could not get a shot of the action happening in someone’s front yard.
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Carolyn has radishes coming out of the wading pool dirt; she is pissed because she has to thin them. She says it is a waste, but it is necessary to get proper growth from the survivors.
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We had another power outage last evening, lasting about an hour. It was pretty well city wide because Carolyn could not clean any of her buildings, even in North JC. The American infrastructure continues to crumble.
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My eyes are still screwed up; I hope you will forgive the poorer than usual writing and photos.
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Have a Tuesday!
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Enhanced

Female robin gathering nest material; I was plumb tickled to get this shot

American males! Boost the economy by purchasing a few men’s magazines, thumb through to the ad section, and order at least one of each penis enhancement product you see advertised. I prefer the balms and lotions myself because I can see and feel that I am getting bigger as I apply and massage them into my pores. Some of the pumps are ok if I don’t overdo them, but the pills never seem to help.
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Saturday was mostly a day in limbo as we awaited the satellite people to come out and do their equipment changes. Of course if was nearly 5:00pm when he got here. Yesterday I rode with Carolyn to Fall Branch to clean the little building. and from there we rode through the countryside looking for photo ops, which were few and far between. Every shot I made was from inside the car; the crutches ate too cumbersome for climbing in and out of the doors. I caught a buzzard picnicking along the roadside; he was having flattened raccoon and allowed us to get close enough for a half-way decent shot. We stopped in Jonesborough and got a soft-serve ice cream cone; it was pretty good on a very warm afternoon. Our last stop was the cemetery in the community where I grew up; it is so peaceful there with many kinds of birds loitering about doing their bird thing. The photo was made while there. Most of my shots turned out crappy; I had my white balance set for “cloudy” when there was hardly a cloud in the sky. However, my software took care of that problem. Another thing was shooting while sitting inside the car with it’s engine running; there is always some vibration seeping through the seat, down my arms, and into the camera. Another problem was eye allergies, everything looked blurry anyway. Even with all that, I was able to salvage some pics for the blog. When we got home, Carolyn had to rush into the house to the bathroom, leaving me sitting in the car crutchless. Then she forgot all about poor little me as she gossiped on the phone so I finally had to work myself out of the car, scoot my butt along the side to the back door, and from there stand on one leg with three pounds of camera and lenses hanging around my neck while I fought the sticks out of the back seat. As I finally struggled to the front door, she came out looking for me and admitted she forgot about me. Such is nearly 47 years of marriage.
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Have a Great Worshday, my friends!

"I heard Mr. Young sing about her ..."

Neil Young with Crazy Horse

None better.

Easter rambles

Headtown House

The tradition of celebrating Easter (East; Eastern) is at least 2,000 years older than the Christian days of remembrance. People of Babylon went to the hilltops at sunrise to worship the rising sun. Christians copied the special day and time to commemorate the rising Son.
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The above photo was made nearly 54 years ago; it is the first and only house my mom and dad owned, although it was rebuilt into a three bedroom abode after it partially burned in 1965. It was located across the country road from my grandmother's house. My Dad, along with slave labor from my uncle Roy and my 12 year old self, built this small, two bedroom home with his bare hands. He dug the foundation trench by hand, mixed and poured the foundation concrete by hand, laid the cement blocks by himself, and did most of the other work. The only time he asked for help was when he absolutely needed it. He hired professionals to lay the stonework on the front, and had to have extra help hoisting the main beam across the front, but other than that, it was mostly the three of us. Actually, it was mostly the two of them as my dad considered me as being too young and incompetent, and I was too precious to be allowed to do any climbing by my mom. The photo was made just after we moved into the house but it was nowhere near completely finished inside or outside. The car is a 1951 Oldsmobile; it is the car I first began to learn to drive.
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Today's Frank and Ernest comic strip.
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Have a relaxing weekend, my dears.

Easter week

Today's blog post is here

Here comes Peter Cottontail ...

I wish people like frumpy Donald Trump could live in the real world for a year or so. Barack Obama is my president whether I like or dislike his policies and job performance. I wonder why Mr. Trump never complained about George W. Bush being born with only a nubbin for a brain, or about Ronald Reagan being born without a heart. In his comic strip, Doonesbury, Gary Trudeau has been revealing how The Donald appears to real middle-class people. However, Trump does carry all the qualifications of a successful politician; windbag.
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Rain today; should be fine weather Saturday and Sunday; Saturday I have to wait around for the satellite TV people to come out and change our dishes and receivers. Sunday may be a go for shooting if my knee agrees.
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Alice left the following comment on my Easter at grandma’s house post:
Ken
Love the Easter stories. Mine was always going to a sunrise service.
Then we had the dinner at my grandmothers and hiding the eggs.
Now I still love going to a sunrise service. My church serves breakfast after the sunrise service. Make is worth getting up early.
I still love chocolate Easter Bunnies.
I think the chocolate Easter bunnies are favorite memories of of most grownups; even more than the Peeps. Yep, I always tried to con my children and grandchildren out of their chocolate bunnies.
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Happy Day, my friends!
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Big Badda Boom

Carolyn had an interesting day yesterday. It began with her awaking and saying that something bit her on her leg during the night; there were five small puncture wounds and large, itching whelps on her left leg. At worst, I hope they were are black widow spider bites, but I suppose they could be the work of a brown recluse spider. I will have to keep a close eye on her, brown recluse bites are very dangerous with, at times, fatal complications.
 Later in the day she was doing some spring cleaning atop the bedroom closet while standing on a step ladder. as she came down the rungs, she thought she was on the bottom one but was actually on the second. It is something most of us who have often used a ladder have done at least once; as she mistook her distance from her foot to the floor and thinking her toes were about to touch the carpet, she turned loose of the ladder and instantly found nothing for her foot to stand on. I was in the office when I heard the booming thump. Fortunately nothing critical was broken, not even the law of gravity or her butt, but the the rules of expletive English were certainly bent. This morning she had a sore hip and even sorer disposition.
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Have a Worshday, my gentle friends.
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Easter at grandma’s house

Not much happening today; it is beautiful outside but a bit chilly. Needless to say I didn’t go riding looking for photo ops. Last night was one of much evil; I was not able to go to sleep until past daylight this morning. I finally did get a couple of hours sleep, but now I am feeling the hangover; blurry eyes, sleepy, and listless. This morning I did make another two tulip photos but I cannot see well enough to know it they are of satisfactory quality.
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On her blog, Jola tells us a bit about Easters with her grandparents when she was a little girl. Easters for my family were somewhat the same as hers and also much different in ways. When I was little, I always had an Easter basket filled with candy eggs, jelly beans, chocolate rabbits, and other confections. On the day before Easter, my mother would hard boil two dozen eggs, color them with bright dyes–the dyes were very colorful when prepared, but I was always disappointed when the eggs came out much duller and flatter than what I desired. However, it was a fun time as I helped her with the coloring. On Easter Sunday, it was out of bed for me, dump the candies into a poke (brown paper bag), and refill the basket with colored eggs. Easter being an iffy time weather wise, we usually had a 50-50 chance of not having it rain and the air being warm enough to play outdoors. I would anxiously await the arrival of my cousins but I seemed to always be underfoot because I kept running to the kitchen to savor the meal being prepared by my mother and grandmother. Like Jola’s Polish Easter, we usually had a ham or pork shoulder in the oven surrounded by pots of boiling vegetables. My family, although serious believers in God, seldom went to church when I was very small; therefore Sunday mornings were put to use reading and discussing the newspaper by the men and cooking by the women. When my cousins finally arrived and the weather was at least fairly decent, we conned my uncles into hiding the eggs all over the yard and sometimes all the way back to the woods. When they finished concealing the ovals, we would grab our baskets from their hands and take to the bushes in search of dozens of eggs; laughing and hollering every time we found one. This went on until dinner was ready, usually around 1pm; the grownups always gave the local preachers time to shoo off their congregations and come calling for a free meal. It didn’t happen often, but when it did we all felt blessed that he and his family were there to give thanks and share the provisions of the Almighty. After our meal, the uncles sort of disappeared and the kids were left to conceal and hunt Easter eggs in a hide-and-go-seek style. Being kids and being cousins, we usually ended up wasting a few eggs as we tried to hit one another on the noggin with good, hard throws. This lasted until someone got mad and told the grownups. We then settled in to eating eggs and candy, thus ruining our supper appetites. Sometimes in summertime when I was out playing or exploring, I would come across an egg that had been too well hidden and was still uncracked; it usually wound up slung against a tee trunk and stinking to high-heaven. When I got a little older, my mother decided a dose of old timey religion should be enjoyed by her only offspring, so on Easter it was less candy, but I got new clothes to show off at church on Sunday; I much preferred the sweet goodies.
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Have a great Easter week, my friends.
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Rant number eleventy-seven

Infrastructure. Today is the third time this year that we’ve had an electrical outage due to high winds and lasting four or more hours. It has progressively worsened over the past five years as utility usage prices have soared and system maintenance has been put on a back burner. Used to be we would have one or two outages each year, mostly in summer months when there were many electrical storms with heavy rains and in winter when ice and snow overburdened power lines. Since weather patterns have changed dramatically over a relatively short time, the problem has become a year-round and common phenomena. Instead of using excess corporate profits to bolster the electrical grid, companies have allowed nature to outpace their ability to prevent such problems. President Obama had a good idea concerning rebuilding all phases of our nationwide infrastructure; but he has no viable long range plan to carry out necessary repairs and replacements with new and better technologies. He failed to convince Congress, and more importantly, the American people that it was something vital to the welfare of the country. Three things must be maintained to insure that the United States has decent future prospects: National security; education; infrastructure. National security has been vastly over funded as education and infrastructure have been severely under funded. At present, the President and Congress are going to make more and deeper cuts to eduction and infrastructure, while paying only lip service to trimming the huge over abundance of fat from military appropriations.
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The power is on again, but the next storm system through the area will most likely put us once more in the dark. It is what I get for living on the poor side of town.
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From being bored out my ears, I made the photo this morning by window light while it was raining outside. This is a 30 second exposure.
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Have a good Sunday, my friends.

Dollar Quart Gasoline Blues

How did the Libyan military, which was almost completely whipped only a month ago, recover and become so strong so quickly? They have all but put down a revolution that seemed almost over, with the insurgents ready to take control of the government. Many of the government high-profile officials have defected to the rebel’s side, yet the rebellion seems all but over. NATO “No Fly” airstrikes came too late to stop Gadhafi’s forces from decimating the military strength of the revolutionists.
Although most of Libya’s oil production goes to Europe, Americans are feeling the pinch as much as anyone. The ability to purchase goods is decreasing daily as more money goes to oil companies. All our governments do is talk about some far future when we are more energy efficient. Have you ever wondered who controls energy efficiency? Each year, multiple millions of dollars goes into alternate energy research in the U.S., much of it from government grants to universities and corporations. However, when breakthroughs are made, the government gets nothing in return; institutional grants that produce positive results are not paid back, but the people doing the work generally procure other government grants and loans to begin a business to manufacture a product. Guess who is keeping a keen eye over the shoulder of these start-up companies; Big Energy. If the idea looks good, the huge oil conglomerates will invest into or completely buy the small businesses that the tax payers have spent so much get started. Whenever you have an extra year or so to do some research, look through public records and see who owns the patents for most alternative energy ideas; you will find it is the likes of Exxon, British Petroleum, Royal Dutch Shell, and their subsidiaries. If the new processes compete too heavily with the consumption of oil, Big Energy quietly hides them away because nothing produces the net earnings revenue like good old imported Middle East petrol. There are proven solar, wind, water, natural gas, and other technologies available that would cut our dependance on foreign oil by a decent percentage but they are mostly hidden away in corporate vaults, gathering dust and throttling further research. Wake up, World! Phooey!
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Yesterday seemed to be last minute tax day for a lot of my family and friends. I put the finishing touches on our personal forms, did JJ’s, and then last evening I did Jerry’s and Tammie’s, and then Tammie’s parents came by and I did their return. Carolyn fixed meatloaf, mashed taters, cream style corn, cornbread, and a salad. We ate and then filled out the forms. I e-filed ours and left everyone else to fend for themselves as far as filing goes.
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May your Thursday theriomorphosis be gentle.

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Happy Birthday, Jola!

Happy Birthday, Jola!
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Barack Obama—as I understand the scenario—was elected to the office of U.S. President on his platform of real change. So far the only major changes I can see are his backing down on his campaign promises by giving in to weak-kneed wimps in his own party and the lies and whines of the Republican party which has swung so far to the Right that it would surely shock our Founding Fathers. Will someone who cares more for this nation than he or she covets his own political ass please attempt to run for the office. Mr. Obama is becoming more of an embarrassment to America each time he opens his mouth. That sounds much like George W. Bush in the raw.
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Yesterday I found an online recipe for Carolyn which called for cut-up pea pods. It took a few minutes of patient explaining to make her understand that peas grow inside living, green pods much the same as beans; I ultimately googled a pic for her.  She was raised a city girl; at least she knows how to cook veggies to perfection.
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May your Wednesday worts be wonderful.
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Unthinkable

Ever have writer’s block? Ever have thinker’s block? Today, I seem to be stricken with both diseases however neither one is judged to be terminal; at their worst they both seem to be debilitating. At their best, they both seem to be debilitating. Actually not much to write about; Sunday when the high winds came, I saw
something I had never seen before; horizontal hail. I’ve seen rain blown parallel to the ground on several occasions but that hail beat all I’ve never seen! I turned to Granny in her rocking chair I sez “Granny, that beats all” and Granny turns to me and she sez “Yer right, Paw; that beats all”. I thought to myself, that sure beats all!
Damn, I need some drugs!
Have a Tuesday, you little ol’ bunch o’ sweethearts!

April is making love with me

 

So far feeling better but if things go as usual with these bouts, this afternoon will be a relapse. Tomorrow should have it about over with. I wasn't hit quite as hard this time is the only reason I am feeling perky this morning.
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It was a beautiful day in these parts yesterday; spring is merely an ordinary word unless you are privileged to live at least one April in East Tennessee. While I rode the bed, Carolyn got all her planters, including two children's wading pools, together. Seed will soon be going into them and I can almost taste the peppery bite of the radishes. I wish we were healthy enough to do a full garden; Jerry has room for one but not the time to spend on it.
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Mark is singing the homeowner/decorator blues. Patience, my friend; it will all come together and there will be time for the hammock. Remember those tough teachers you had in school? Now you have an even tougher instructor and he doesn't grade on the curve.
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Have a sublime Worshday, my friends.
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Bad day

We had some super-cell thunderstorms last evening; our electric went away before five o'clock and wasn't back on until eleven. At least one tornado—unconfirmed—was spotted. Houses and out buildings across the area were damaged, some left roofless. Traffic signals were out at major intersections and people no longer know how to proceed without them. My problem was compounded by allergies; I had the Droid still online but I could not see well enough to use it.I ended up dozing in a pitch-black room; we didn't even have the candles or oil lamps out.
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I had big plans for today; I'd made a list of things I wanted to photograph and I had Carolyn talked into driving me around the country side. However, I awoke feeling terrible with much fluid buildup around my joints and some in my back, neck, and ribs. So I sit here on the prettiest day yet of the year and can only look out the window; I don't even feel like going to the porch. I took a fluid pill and it has begun working; all I have to do is try to keep a balance in my system that will reduce fluid and yet not dehydrate me. So, if I don't show up anywhere today, don't let the absence of my wisdom cause you to have suicidal thoughts, don't kick your pets, and don't entertain ideas of becoming a hermit living in a monastery; I shall return.
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have a happy Sunday!

Go-Go Boots

I see and hear lot a of Neil Young influence in this song.

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We had thunder showers overnight; today is warm and unsettled and tomorrow is supposed to be a beauty with temps near 90°F (32.5C).
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I was hoping for a government shutdown but our leaders came up with a “compromise” where the Republicans and Tea Baggers get most of what they wanted. our resident president immediately jumped aboard the conservative bandwagon vowing “Americans of different beliefs came together again …”. Obama apparently has no clue as to how much more of our country and its Constitution was sold to special interests. This further assures the legitimacy of the Tea Baggers as the voice of the Republican Party. The hell of it is, the voters don’t seem to care enough to take a careful look at the issues.
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Have a great weekend!
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Tales upon tales

Forsythia 2011

Our big forsythia is putting out new shoots for the first time since it was crushed by snow two winters ago.
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A few days ago I finished reading The da Vinci Code; the movie is better than the book. The biggest plot difference between them is when they find out that Sophie is the descendant of Jesus Christ and how they come to realize the Rosslyn Chapel was where the Priory of Sion had housed the remains of Mary Magdalene, supposed wife of Jesus and mother of his child. However, The Lost Symbol is still the best of the three Dan Brown books that I’ve read.
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I am now attempting to read Executive Orders by Tom Clancy. For his reputation as a top novel writer, I find this particular tale to be boring after reading the first 100 pages. Apparently I was supposed to read a previous novel of his before reading this one which makes sense in these days of one-track-minded serial novel writing. I haven’t read anything written by Mr. Clancy, and will most likely not finish this one. It is a huge book of 1179 pages, and seems to have a decent plot but it is taking the author too long to build into any action whatsoever. Several of his books have been made into movies and maybe this one has also; if so, I don’t care to see it. However, I did like the movie version of The Hunt For Red October.
Supposedly, Japan has attacked the United States and been thoroughly whipped by America. In this book, the US has again been attacked by a Japanese jet liner crashing into the Capitol building while the entire government was present for a presidential speech. The terrorist act killed the president, virtually all of his cabinet, and all members of congress who were present. It is left to the vice-president—whom was reluctantly sworn into that office just shortly before the crash—to become president and find out what happened and to lead the nation back from the disaster.
Another thing; the book skips around helter-skelter to people all over the globe. I suppose Mr. Clancy will tie them all together at some point, but I feel that by the time he does so, I will have forgotten who they were. I am going to read a few more pages and see if anything begins moving, but I am not going to put up with much more of the lengthy descriptions which are of relatively little value.*
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Just in case I have to throw up the white flag of surrender on Mr. Clancy’s book, I downloaded Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep? written by Phillip K. Dick. You may have seen the movie made from this story, Blade Runner, which starred Harrison Ford, Rutger Hauer, and Sean Young. In my opinion, it is one of the best ever sci-fi flicks.
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*Another thing I don’t like about Executive Orders is the dedication. Mr Clancy dedicated it to President Reagan whom he claims  “won the war”, referring I suppose to the Cold War with the Soviets. Reagan did play a major role in undermining the Soviet stranglehold on Eastern Europe, but he did not act alone. I give Secretary Gorbachev as much credit as I do Reagan. In fact, Reagan only played the hand that Gorbachev dealt him, but he played it well and with a poker face. Besides, Gorbachev’s wife Raisa was pretty and sexy.
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Have a great Wednesday, a day which celebrates the messenger god, Mercury.
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Silver Surfer

Bucolic

Oh, god! Now I am a silver surfer! Those glorious Madison Avenue boys and girls whom spend their days thinking up catchy merchandising phrases to promote all kinds of crappy products have decided that I am (drum roll, please) a Silver Surfer! We of advanced years whom use the internet via computer, smart phone, tablets, e-book readers, televisions, semaphore, or prayers to the gods of electrons have been honored with a wonderful new designation. I am very much humbled by this; I just nod my old, gray head and smile. I don’t know what age one must have achieved to be a Silver Surfer, but I suppose it is we helpless and senile escapees from nursing homes or cheaters of the grim reaper over the age of 50 or maybe 55 whom are the lucky ones. I feel touched that I have received another slap-down from those well meaning youngsters. They’ve already bestowed upon me such benevolent titles as “silver fox”, “golden years”, “golden-ager”, “senior”, and “senior citizen”. I don’t even like the words surf, surfing, or surfer when it comes to using the internet and I am damn sure not pleased with Silver Surfer. I’ll tell them one thing; let ‘em send one of those hot, young, New York City ad-chicks down here to the hills and I will surely take her to the woods and introduce her to a hunk of silver merchandise which she will remember even into her Silver Surfer years. Maybe she can think up a better moniker for me when I bend her over a stump for a guided tour of geezer heaven; she can soar back to NYC with a sore ass and a smile on her face. To quote Russel Casse from the movie Independence Day, “In the words of my generation: Up Yours!”
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Have a Tuesday.
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Blessed relief from winter welter

I made one photo this morning

White stripes on morning blue as tiny silver jets sparkle in morning sun, leading their fuzzy contrails across the heavens—north, south, east, west—waygone people scurry about without moving their feet; blessedly disassociated with the turning world below.
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Is there beginning to become some real parity in the world of college basketball? None of the top ranked teams—men or women—going into the NCAA tournament have survived. Probably a one-time fluke but no one team can take another team for granted at any time during the season, particularly at tournament time.
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When I finish this and get a bit of work done; it will be back to the sun-drenched porch for more of the good life. Male robins spent the morning squabbling over territory, but there is a disturbing lack of females about. They are usually here by this time of year; fattening up for nest building and  child raising. The first brood of babies leave the nest around June 1st.
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Do not fret the worsh day … just have it done and over with.
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Rant and write

Bug

Finally some off-and-on sunshine but still too cool for much outdoor stuff. Snow “likely” tonight! Sunday has promise of being a decent day but then turning cooler once again. Typical spring.
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I am doing as much writing as my joints will allow; if I smoked a joint it would probably help. I always played poker better when I had a little buzz going. I am adding to the mystery story I began last week or whenever it was and I may try to combine it with the Leesa and Louis story; I may come up with a book-length tale if my bones hold together. At least it is fun trying.
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Carolyn is at a meeting with one of her accounts, the same one who got the bids. She has two buildings with them and he wants her to keep one and give up the other. I told her to hand him a Vaseline® jar so he could go fuck himself. She doesn’t handle things like this very well; too emotional. She won’t let me go with her because I also get emotional and threaten a dose of whipass when they insult her.
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Have an august weekend, dear friends.
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