I sit belonely

well I don't know what happened to the header here but it's gone...went out to the cranberry farm yesterday...came home made banana bread and that turned out pretty good..  sad to find Onyx had been hit by a car and howling in the berry vines across the street, he's in a box by the fire and doesn't look good at all...then I got a text from the S10 guy who sold the truck to someone else yesterday..  I was kind of sad to know that what he had told me on Thursday wasn't going to happen after all..actually that was Wednesday we agreed I would buy the truck and shook hands on it.  He said he wouldn't sell it to anyone else at that time.  But he did, so now I have to put the money in the bank and keep looking.  I hope it was all for the best, that the truck wasn't going to run well anyway and I would be up to my ears in repairs.  MEanwhile the Civc overheated on the way back from the bank Friday and we had to sit at the side of the road until it cooled down.  I added a little antifreeze but am worried that I need to get a new oil filter in 'er or I'll mess up the parts in the engine, duh...one thing and another...civic is running pretty good and I can go on as I am doing for now but as far as driving down to Mesa or something like a big road trip to DC is absolutely out of the question at this point...Have close to two thousand saved for a better car but of course now Onyx looks like he needs surgery and it's time to get ready for church so enough speculating...Not the spectacular Christmas I envisioned when I made the truck deal but probably was out of my league repair wise so why not get on with it and see what else comes up...that's the way to take a set back..meanwhile pray for kitty to recover.

climbing into the blankets with a good book

there should be cookies but I deliberately put them elsewhere
although there's a bunch in the visitors' center
just waiting to add flesh to my poundage..
and salad greens going wilted in the fridge
a long cord dangling on the floor reminding me that all is not well in the

I should not think of penuche
or the shores of lake erie
back in the day when that slogan keep the earth green
was handpainted and worn as body art

the wind churns up...I'm obliged to be nestatory
without a snack save for popcorn...
freeze to death?

not likely although definitely a dreary proposition..

more observations of the Hoarders' ethic

it was brought to my attention that an actual hoarder combines trash with his treasurers...that there's a lot of tinsel in with the googaw/actual collections so that it overcomfits the springboard of the bipolar manic depressive quality of the reasoning...he's not obsessively compulsive so much as he is inundated by possessions...he gets a headache upon trying to organize them in a rational fashion..he goes for the toss into the pile, along with the balled up trash that should have gone out but he's not going to go out...because he's agorphobic at that point and is as content to stay at home in the deluge of things rather than to approach the outdoor atmosphere with the cleansing sense of fresh air that meets him in any case...possessions take the place of people in his life..he layer states all of what he brings into the domicile, he knows where things are but they have no actual position in his environment because he dedicates nothing to anything other than to the actual point of its being in his sphere of origin/with him at that moment these things are like so many snowflakes he has captured and held silent in time, not melting, collecting dust, buried in the treasure of his private world...it becomes a part of him he can shed when he actually does walk out the door but let no man tread where he does, this is his space...he alone can define and inhabit  it...it is far beyond clutter what he has..but he has so much...he is the true element of wealth because he is becoming buried in his possessions, as much as he would like to say otherwise...there it is...he has captured his universe and is holding it hostage no doubt because of a singular experience in which he was called out for his covetousness...
there's a fragility to the hoarder in which he continues to live his own nightmare...and how to wake him up?  stay tuned...

the office

it's been an uphill struggle..getting a futon into the office and putting things where they go...so many things are in a jumble..need to go through my desk(s)..sort out what's in those and get ready for the cable guy to come.  He'll hook up a flatscreen tv on the file cabinet and then there will be news and PBS again after about four years or more..little by little it has all come together...the problem having been allowing my  young neighbor to move in there before I did...and then when I did, well..there were two housepayments to make and no renters in either space but me living in studio in the new one and going  home to cook for the foster son at the other one...what a rat race that was..

now I'm reading Phillip Roth...I tell ya that Portnoy's Complaint is a sheer ball of wax...couple with that I watched Showtime story The Affair and it ended abruptly with the teacher guy Solway going to the clink because he killed the man who got his funky daughter pregnant..really?   when he did he do that?  he's last seen sitting with the woman Alison he had the affair with and she's got a haircut and doesn't look like a fatlipped teenager anymore and then there's a knock on the door and off goes daddio to jail for murder...never saw it coming, about the worst portrayal of some kind of murder mystery I ever watched...the sex was raw, breathing exercises throughout...other than that, poorly developed character's like Alison's hubby, once seen on Dawson's Creek about 95 years ago...some guy who's like really brutal to Alison in t he beginning, looked like rape to me..but there it was..watched this crummy story for a couple nights while reading Portnoy's Complaint inbetween that's probably what did it, one was truly awful as the other, but now I'm on another Roth book and it's called Indignation, so far so good, a lot more character development and a lot less insufferable complaint about childhood...I hope Roth doesn't think he's the only one with parents who were overboard with the dire predictions and so on...my father once referred to my budding chest as the 'two growths on  my chest'..in front of my four little brothers aged 12 and younger, who immediately sniggered...and I'm still living down the humiliation from that experience...so Portnoy share the stage with the rest of us...I got my head shaved when I was 15 (about) because I didn't want to cut it, I wanted it to grow long...my mother had my dad drag me into the kitchen and they cut my hair while I sobbed on the kitchen floor...it's not brutality it's being a teenager...it's how it is and if you survive sometimes when you're an adult you think about walking off a tall bridge or just never getting out of bed again...something...but you don't...because today the sun shined here and that's never a good time to be melancholy...so I'm not melancholy but Roth's words don't hit home with me either because I as well made my parents proud getting good grades and so on...I did it for myself because I knew I had to achieve things, I had an agenda..I knew when I was a couple years older no one was going to tell me how to wear my hair and until then I best do what I could to stay under the parental radar...haircuts...exactly what do they mean??

let's ask Vidal Sassoon what he thinks:

since I work in triplicate...

uncle wayn'e been posting trump ads on my facebook page for quite some time now...I've always said in reply to his comments 'let's ask the Ojibway about that'...and he goes blank...or maybe he does the vb thing and let's the septic flow, I suggested that as well and didn't hear much...we're about to enter a new era in subpolitics..this is going to be all about the things that were griped about coming to fruition, like the HOlocaust, wounded knee, trail of tears...Mike Biddle and so on...really now...can we count on you to wear your beanie?? it's a show of solidarity  since this is not going to be oppotune times to show how backward we can get as a people after letting a black man tell us what to do for the last eight years...
ciykd;t  couldn't afford to sign up for obama care...
now I get a package of apples when they're lying on the ground beneath the trees rotting...and tomatoes when mine plants didn't fruit...when the silos at the silent mill in downtown bellingham look too much like the real thing to think they're not...it's about bait man...flap yer gum show yer ignorance and get with the program..this is about that, going into that supposed shower and taking a supposed bath...most of us that think that way have already given their alll...money time lives...they want control of what lives they're in...literally, this guy is going to offer all that up and we're to show him we know visual basic bettern' he does, he and his widdle grills...

foc#2

here we go a wandering...
so we get to see a bit of the AC in this one...like I know anyting about it which I don't and it rains so much where I am that it's pretty for certain I know little more than I mighta had I not been working with two Australians for the past several years...

DUMB:  ok, now boys we got this gig at Barberry Farms...we're going to entertain at a dinner party and you're going to dress up as suits and ties and polished shoes and the whole bit for a swell two hundred plus transportation because I knowthat's always difficult
Tweet:  how is it difficult?
DUMB:  the transpo is always difficult because the tires on your bikes is always flat they are
Fred:  and if there were no bicycles there would be something else going on, for sure, like the van we came home in would be running out of gasoline and so on, that's what
Tweet:  well, that's true that is...money's in short supply..why I was thinking just the other day about the Midas touch and how we ain't got it
Fred:  We hasn't for sure
Tweet:  So what's the occasion at this Barberry Frams?
DUMB:  seems the station master there has gotten himself engaged to a lovely girl with lots of dough and he wants to make an impression on her family coming from, let's see now where was it...ohyeah, it's here in my notes, she's coming from New Zealand, seems she's related to so and so and so and so and there's some Maori in there somewhere as well so I imagine her hair will be right curly wouldn't you think?
Tweet:  I should this she wouldn't need a permanent that one
Fred:  Ok so he loves her truly does he?
Dumb:  It appears there's a fragrance about her that makes him absolutely twinkle with joy..yes
I guess she's a bit of a beauty as well
Tweet: and waht about the farmer is he all broad and sturdy or what?
Dumb:  he's a fair middlin sort a guy with one of them hot farmer hats and a beard and some muscles yes, minds me of Corny LeBraun in the fifth round..a real yank master that one
Tweet:  So you give him the howdy doo already and said we'd commit?
Dumb:  I did that yes, I did so he's pickin you's up in a few, yhou got yer suits on you're ready to roll but about the music well..I wonder what would be the good proposal song
Fred:  I got it...we're like this about that

She loves me and I love her and that's what we know about each other
She's the star in my sky the girl that I
Love and hold true beyond all doubt she's what I'm about
And me to her is what it is what it is what it is...
Oh Yeah
We're together believe it we're together we see it
Everywhere we are that's who we are together
Oh Yeah

Dumb:  when did you write that
Tweet:  Oh we were thinking about how it would be we come home one day and this chick is waiting at the front door telling us, both of us...she has to have us...we thought about it...she bought our dinner, we thought, well..we can't both have her, so neither of us would..and then when she'd gone, we wrote this tune to sort it out, sort of...that's what we did
Fred:  We did indeed, yes, that's how it went
Dumb:  Ok then, silly me for asking how you come up with this stuff
Fred: Oh we come up with it, no doubt we do...and besides...we're gettin' a ride home this time right? No chipping in for gas and so on?
Dumb:  absolutely not, you're clean and easy and so on
Tweet:  Ok where's the fine print?
Dumb:  No fine print, it's a kind of an engagement party for a slightly Maori woman engaged to Barberry Farms station manager lessee his name is ah here it is, hmmm, this could be tricky, his name's ummm...well..let me see how I can say this..
dissolves into hysterical laughter as he tries to get the name out
....(you guys can think of that part()

aldo is my Italian fly

he comes bi
whenever I

...haiku written in Winchester Virginia in 1980 summer kha

strangely I've come about in the terms of ethos as far as I can let myself go...there's no promise in this tomorrow other than to remain resolved to do the best I can in whatever weather there is..
this time of year the weather is pretty much in charge of the ballgame..like the Cubs winning the pennant..it takes over the situation..a grim one, one of plowing in and regrouping to prepare for next spring when things grow again, when the plums begin to happen on One Plum..when garlic family regroups here and there in the garden and delivers Rice Paddy back to the Texans that farm it...(the Texans?? I farm it..it goes for me and is waiting for me to dice and store the crop of this summer.
Other than that...clueless I look at the dishes in the sink and think, I should do those, my hands would like the release of soapy water, they've been in my nose, my itchy places...they haven't washed my face yet this morning..will I get to swim again while I'm here, that was so fun...a gorgeous perfect pool that needs a little of my favorite thing to do : grout...I should be a grouter..I love to do it...pick out perfect blue and white, Blue Willow patern reminescent patterns, gorgeous Romanian swirls everywhere, until it's too much and no furniture could be allowed...off to that abstract tangent painting quantifies..
I'm sure my son's ok, I'm sure of it

I miss my house while I am partially blinded by the sun

donald trump and hillary clinton are vying for the presidency of our country....the competition is more than fierce and while on HIllary's side I think it's a fair fight and disturbing at the same time, on the Trump side it's ludicrous and unoriginal...like a trump man would jump on my spelling of ludicruous and the finger would by itself insert an extra 'u'..that's where the man is at...destroying the competition with illgotten gain and I watched an HDTV series for several hours last night...'fixeruppers' and thaqt had a character 'chip' who was 'the young trump'..as one might wish him to be, like donnie politte was to me...always connected to my mainframe but not to me...strangely..this always worked for the time we had together, it was intense but there was a side of him that was distinctly unpleasant and we know who controlled its persistent umbrage...that's what made it good and the strong man ethic prevailed...I liked that part...
it wasn't so much titllation as it was the conviction that this GUY..'the man' he called himself..
was going to be firm, fair, consistent, sexy and so on...well,you could get him to have a piece of pumpkin pie but he was also lumbering...literally...and off at the crack of dawn working all hours wearing himself out a definite candidate for a heart attack (more than a social drinker' and then this udder chick, well, she set her cap for him and she got him..just like that, because it was she who was the baby mama (his) and more than anything, rubbed my nose in it till it bled (still does)
so you'll have to put that in your pipe and smoike it, I tell myself..because there's no other way to go than that...blessedly...the peace of a zen existence has no countinence in this k...pause as mum comes in from the preschool delivery..baby is contented the mom is back..and here I am hashing over the political arena...my line so far as been 'whoever makes the best BAIT' at the UN should get in...Trump's a nice guy and might have the answers if he's willing to make himself a rump roast for the soviet bloc...hillary is like her spouse, upon return from representing us at the UN she's got a sail full of history that reeks of what the bloc is capable of and the fallout is historically rank...'killary??'..'hillary for prison??'  I mean really, haven't seen the like of this ever...I see similarities in Trump's campaign to those of Grover Cleveland's ethic during his presidential tenure...we'll be businessman again and fifth avenue will spring up like the new homes in Texas I was looking at last night, some of us striving middler classers will exit out the top line in favor the acred middle, get us a plot of ground with our own trees and we'll be happy to accomodate this historically sexist fraud of a man..

mermaid's queefff

well, anyways..check for the roof job finally cleared, hasn't been around since..it's kind of a beautiful day, rob brought over more carpet, he's installing the most ghastly bamboo flooring in their house, it's kind of a tan zebra print, rather hideous ..meanwhile, talk about hideous, good ol steve the brakeman in pa..read what's his face now I can't even think of his name david spade, that's who, this guy reminds me totally of david spade he goes 'well, it's not a good business model' to have the client buy the parts, duh, isn't that what he told me to do..???? and now??  well, he was wondering why I hadn't been back before now...hmmm, and what do I see upon my return to clallam bay...little Gabe the pinko decked out in bran nu close (now there'sa business model for yas...mmhmmm) well, this day was kind of a bust because I made that spechull trip to pa to tell stevie (benson right??) that I found the drums and shoes and cable he needs to make the repair, and...he says, I ain'ta gonna do it...
let's read that dennis frederickson and so on and so forth meanwhile gotta get on down the road for Lions club...boy, I'm flustrated...
and...
carolschults is making whahoos about meating for bookclub...she's got kit who's away anyway...and somebody else of course wendy doing a similar flap...I think maybe I sense a rift, carol was all over my notekeeping for visitor center that I didn't total up the days visitors when I was doing it whereas SHE always did it right (and runs her business from there as well and I make referrals pretty often for her) some kind of complaint system she is using that makes my mechanics either charge triple for parts and labor or just let it be broken...dang...good old Cud chair in the processes there of
and don't let's get started on sun Tones who wost his job with British Petroleum (thank you ChristyKeelerJohnProfumo right?? mmhmm)...he's following int he foosteps of gramma priscilla for sure and yes that's the wooden spoon splinter happening as we speak
and I think CORD KNEE wheel (is) right??? ok

so where's errant son

meanwhile back at the ranch...of all the times I've put this back roof on, this is probably the most frustrating of them all..have to give this guy some dough at the end of the day...and he's going to give me some lip...at the end of the day, because he can...but he did it wrong, that's what I see...I don't know where to go with this...I'm kind of flooding with anxiety...I guess I know what's what in terms of it being a native american house...shoot...disappointed for sure, eighthundred dollars worth of lumber and it comes down to this...

summer's going by quickly for me too

just looked at the date of the last post to this website (blog)..June 2?? I am suprised, I was keeping the three of them fairly current with one another...the summer has flown by and it has been warm, sunny and relaxing  Just finished putting the last of the winter wood supply in a dry place that's always a good chore done roof isn't up yet however, more material is on the way and I hope this weekend I finally get the yardsale idea off the ground.. I will miss Senior Lunch picking up the wood from Forks with Brian McLean..I think I should go with him however, he says I don't have to if I don't want to, well it's about time I skipped the good food at Senior Lunch I think gained ten pounds this summer ;;working to take it off..will meet Maureen Kirschoff at Sekiu Community Center in a little while we are sewing on thursday evenings over there have a bunch of fabrics for my quilting project she makes her's from patterns, I patch mine together havent' seen much of Tim all summer, went fishing with Cindy at Mason's beach (shingle) the other night, went to town with Diana last week that was a busy day got the hinges for the car finally haven't opened the package

gotten back to the radio

it's another foggy iffish day here, garden is lush, so much stuff to do and cat scratched my hand with a big rake (right) big streak on the drumstick, here she comes 'sawwreee', weaves in my legs, wants some turkey dinner I suspect, she's thin but I do feed them often, honestly, bunch a wild creatures..thiking about the crowie thing..nice man at lions club last night says his cat died..well he has arms like real crow kind of a face that way too but I see my son in his person...so what does that mean?  I'm picky or what??? kinda like him I think isn't like the rushdi letters though, declared passion and so on, what if's..well, been there done that didn't we anyways, rushing through the morning to get ready for volunteering at CoOp...that'll be first, then maybe tires, running around looking silly when guys come into the picture, what's best, be yourself, feel voluptuous?  kind of oozing it I was when that all began last evening, tried to dress up for it should have worn dancing boots, that woulda done it, bunion squeezed into painful gridlock and watched an Allen movie he's always so good but there's this overlay like frosting about eh, get with it, we're past that? hardly, more about NA woman and her man in the spirit world should read those Skuny muny stores about that I think, mostly about projections of selfworth to deal with, it's all good..just thinking, mmm, now that's a good thought, listened to chopin yesterday quite enjoyed the contrast with the lousy little peddler who  played for the murderers...I guess I'm glad I'm their last filter...yep..I think so..maybe that's my challenge, anyways I know what love is, kind of used to the man's chest as my pillow, hehe au revoir

visit with t he boys

was very excited to have both John and Tony with me.  Maya was also there.  They got to the house about ten p.m. and went straight to sleep, sleeping in the beds I'd arranged for them.  Got up Saturday morning (arrived Friday 13 May 2016) had some breakfast then drove to Forks to the Long Term Care Facility to see their grandmother.  After visiting with her, we drove to LaPush, walked the beach, had lunch of burgers and chicken strips/fries...got very full, drove back to Forks, boys bought Dead Pool which we later watched after dinner of pork chops scalloped potatoes corn on the cob.  Grandma was glad to see us.  Angel sent a photograph album for her which we forgot to bring.  Sunday morning they left about ten am after granola and fruit, drove to Forks and gave Grandma the photograph album.
It's now the Thursday after t he boys visit.  I went to a progressive dinner for the Lions club last night.  It started at Maureen Winn's house with hors d'ouvres stuffed crab, meatballs, humus, pineapple rum, champagne, cheese puffs, ate until there was little room for more then got into JoAnna's car went to Morris's house for the salad course: potato, fresh veg, coleslaw, sliced celery carrots three tables set up, people got serious over the salad co urse onto Mike dukes for main course, my vegetarian lasagna, hamburger meatloaf of venison, st uffed turkey casserole...dessert with the whites Jello pretzel bars, cherry tarts cream puffs..coffee/tea...very full at 10 p.m. when I got home...
tedious movie 'how to kill your neighbor's dog'... meanwhile, have to sort t he clothing on the bed fill up the suitcase with the winter things...put that away, still loking for the 'tilt'...ah, he's built a nice playhouse for t he neighbor kid...

sunday morning may 1 2016

lots of stuff happening here, watched the attenborough chaplin film, charlie wanted to criticize hitler's doings before the word of holocaust came out hoover, j edgar wanted to nail charlie for being a little more creative than he was and everything was kind of iffy, didn't know that charlie was a great friend of doug fairbanks, that was interesting, of course, in the day with gp and ak and so on being such nerds one had to have several coats in the closet, well, today is another beautiful awesome sunshiney day and I've got roofing material to stack so off to it...

sun burns through the clouds and there is a hammer on the block

so what I was thinking was that I would communicate in the written word via these blogs and somehow burning wood in the polish stove would make it all work together in a nice copascetic way that didn't make me feel bugged by brothers and their wives going on with their lives in such a fashion as to obliterate the need for any sort of hierarchy like the ETO would have us believe is the truth...
I think I did that really, I'm grateful that have my little house my love for my partner my two dogs, my goofy kids...(they just never know what it is they want in this life except for my devotion to them)  the urge to have a meal is very strong at this moment, I should wrap up soon and go back to the house for delectable viands...
meanwhile...we kind of broke up the accountable outlay the other day with the vague thirty hitting bases once again got about ten gran out of it in one form or another...never be DT but you know t hat's the breaks on the assumable knowledge portal...all toled...
we've got NKD on the back burner, big ol rosacrucians homing the brick from here to detroit...meanwhile had a bath need anudder...give it to the doggie...keep on pushin' and so on and so forth while we while away the hours wondering where we should be at this moment, of course the threads are warm...no doubt the tankiatopia is the same...and there's my option, DOS gives to AES from P...and P lets it ride to its own advantage at @ and therefore no chillins allowed keeps feet warm at least and so he'll unnnerstan what the given may be./..

wallace stegner...or, Priscilla Ashton looks just like Carolyn Nestbib...

funny how this blog has to be 'selected' and then 'deleted' in order to post on it...well, I have this picture of my mother-in-law from my second marriage, her name was Priscilla Moyer Wilson..I doubt her middle name was Moyer but it might have been.  She came from a well to do family in Connecticut and she met her husband probably in New York city where he was from, a real blowhard that one, and she was a librarian by trade.  We have one just like her running our little local library only this one is Adele and she's got her marbles in a bag which Priscilla really didn't.  This picture I have of Priscilla is very much representative of Carolyn whom I worked in the mailroom with.  This Mailroom Carolyn is a real tigeress, devious, cruel, manipulative, dishonest, you name it, that's her to a t and I should know because I had to work with her until she got me more or less fired for substandard performance on the job.  How could I not with her there to supervise my doings and set me up and make me look bad, I want to know...  that's how it went and with her little Lackey Diane at her side backing her up in everything she did to me, well, that's the way it went...these are real times buddy, real times indeed
anyways, after the fact I was sitting down at our little local cafe/restaurant/pool hall and I'm talking to t he Chiasson bunch about how 'you'd have to be able to speak Russian to get along with Nesbitt' I still think that the photograph of Priscilla looks eggzackly like Carolyn, same dark eyebrows, patrician slightly hawkish beak, determined jaw...too bad Carolyn didn't go the way of Priscilla and need to be on lithium...that really is too bad but there it was and this year I should have retired from that employment, been gainfuilly employed for the last ten years but instead I've been struggling to get by thanks to her and a lot of other influences that combinated in my being where I am at this moment...Carolyn was no friend of mine...funny too how I should have an automobile now that was previously owned by a woman named Karolyn..hehe...my little buggy...
meanwhile, the sun is out today and what a blaze of glory that is, desk so white with the sunshine it's too bright to look at...haven't had sun like that since late last summer...incredibly invigorating
I've been bunked up reading the Angle of Repose book for book club and I am realizing in this story I'm one of this generations similar individuals pioneering a way of life that becomes popular in generations to come...this guy Oliver Ward is all over the place engineering and tinkering and making stuff go but he's really a Native American at  heart, working the land in the face of population on it in time to come so that the land is not trampled down as it might be if the engineers don't plan it out for there to be a suitable demographic input ...he's got the Native American ethic working for him, doesn't take patents on his inventions because they are the sum of the land's production before the fact of residence by mankind...(I would say)...he's never making it big so far in the west, has a firstborn son with  his wife Sue that comes down periodically with a kind of New England malaria (never heard of it but there it is in Connecticut so far hehe...from a pond in Milton probably not far from our mother-in-law's family estate..she had her own maid
never in my life have I had a maid in residence, a cook, a housekeeper, a chauffeur...any of that and yet...it's seems as though the sum of the microsoft gang is to file up my computer proceedings and there goes my Java and nethood and netmeeting and so forth as I wrote them ...I see quite similar proceedings in the Oliver Ward story about guaging the West, probably I would be said to be gauging the way into space where we would become colonists of the new worlds we find...we can't go there, I believe until we understand one another, because we'll have to use Nuclear Energy to get there, and really what is the quality of life of my daughter in Mesa?  surrounded by cement, one uses one's car to get from point A to point B most of the time..one does not become aware of catfish in the storm drains unless one has a relative such as myself that points it out as she steadfastly attempts to find a bit of wilderness in all the urban sprawl...(there is none but the catfish and its offspring)...
Stegner has made me speak about all of these t hings and yet I grouse about the Carolyns a bit because I wouldn't have had time to t hink this way if I were on the job doing what I did sorting inmate mail, reading about relatives living in cars, being thrown off motorcycles and gaining excellent road rash...finding ten dollar bills that explode in the faces of those handling the tender (evidently myself..hmmmm)...so said T HAT Carolyn...well, meanwhile back at the Stegner place in Idaho where they're waiting to build a grand canal to water t he dry southwest and make it arable...well anyway, it is a dry place and having flown over it I don't know as there ever was a canal built but it was a grand project andl there you have the Native American ethic at work in full force...only a dream and a penniless dreamer with an artistic wife that supports the family with books and drawings of where they are, sold to the aesthete back East who head the journals of the day...does any of the aesthetic of the Native American come t hrough?  the Leadville town where the great refinery belches out taverns and frozen winters with the aplomb of a diplomat from Hades..no success there for Oliver eit her because one of his men is beaten into the kind of Priscilla headon that disables him to nonfunctioning other than to quote a bit of pure Latin out of the blue months later after the assault...such greed, we're to think this is refinement of the clan wars of t he early days of the Plains Indians?? nah..this is European tripe gone totally foul...I doubt the ancient clans were that bad, their mores so different...they understood their brother the bear..they ate him, wore his pelt and left his children to other mothers...they were not that cruel but educated to how nature must thrive for us to exist...so we have this transcendental among us, me being this generation's version of it, Oliver Ward, the previous...we have great plans for our world, to make it l iveable and ecologically sound...but who hears us???  my writing is nothing for an audience to hear, doesn't happen, I think, I am aware, and so was he and more talented to fixing up what needed fixing but for what purpose?  to be disappointed, both of us, for I talk in relative terms...as did Oliver Ward...it wasn't his wife that was the talent...it was him...such a good guy in all of that, really, such a good guy...

here we are waiting for the tomahawks to come out tomorrow

it's no question the panthers of North Carolina are taking scalps...they did that to the Seahawks at the beginning of this year's season..Hawks haven't been the same since however, good ol Marshawn Lynch isn't being the brutal neighborhood heMan he was optimized for and maybe that's the only scalp they really got, hmmm??  think good old Russell wilson is scratching his head and nodding 'yeah...'...
don't know if I'll get to watch the game...kind of want to but kind of don't want to go anyplace chilly (in any way) and that'd include the tavern where there will be routing and ranting and maybe a fried fish samwitch..which I could go for...saw lots of those over at Spoons Cafe friday evening when I was seeing Mom...so maybe not, spoons was having fish tacos which are also good...the cedar stack was down to zilch again...someone's coming in there and cleaning up the pile everytime they dump a new load on...meanwhile, have to cut what I got from good ol Joe Inda and t hat's burns pretty good all said and done..kind of hate the sheet on my bed maybe that should go down the road (ya think??)...neon green like t he hawks...polysynthetic trapezoid econometer...can you believe Brandon and Kirsten have ANOTHER new vehicle AND a c hild named payTonnnnnnnzzzz (hmmmm...) like, how much do I think they steal owe ME??            quite a bit...and t he interest is compiling...I guess that was a tough reconnoiter for my kids still in DOS so maybe I should look at the AES of station wagon as a good think?  I guess...kind of grumpy this morning ain't I?  well probably time to head...heart sisters today and it should be fun... 

going on from here...

have a bit of allergy, left eye itches somewhat...no eye drops here but there are several kinds of that at home..need to tend fire at home, stock it with fresh wood...off to scc to empty dishwasher..meanwhile..loaded gun for bear with asphalt and the james river contingent on move...(we think)

let me see now, what was that you were saying??

funny how this works, select everything on the blank page and then delete it...then the fucker cooperates and stores the data...duh...hehe...well, I guess I don't write for children (necessarily)...meanwhile, back at the ranch...had a thought in conversation with one of several PROGENY outlets and thinking on how it would work,..if it would work, that we'd all collaborate like we did this time around..eh..with mittens and gloves and so on...beating around the busch because...there's a trailer in every park widat name on it..hehe..
meanwhile, a rather obscure observation about 'boe' and so on...I suppose he's at the head of the lot...used to be a meat packer,  hmmm...hehe...not really rather invested his all into the gamet game.et and then...fostering it down into the solioquy ...they just won't let you know if you're running on fumes will they?? I should think in all things possible ...like sandi vinton getting a mass.age w/sr. virginia...from tarmac on the promontory...duh...theys no kidding about the influencething when you think you're going to write like burrows and you write like Joyce...keep thinking her name was Joyce but it was Pam...and you'd better be incarnate on that one...last I heard she was showing her kidney stone...
what am I saying here...we got two presidential choices we got good ole shove it up your ass Trump (what else would you call him with a name like that??) or  you got the daughter of a former president - Mrs. Hilary...I call her his daughter because I believe that is how I relate to her..she'd carry on his work and be his lifemate but he's been unfaithful to her and that is how she, as an actual daughter, would relate to his unfaithfulness...once or twice in their unreal life, he actually had some time with her actual mother...huh?  well..something like that, I know little ol chelsea is the actual daughter but that's another can of peaches entirely and it was little Amy Carter accidentally came into the parent teacher conference I was having at son's elementary school, not good ol chelsea who sat in the drawing room with her dad while her mother was out there with the screaming yellers shaking hands with ambassadors of places we don't like...I'm sorry to be obscure about this, I guess I could give and take with the best of them if I weren't t hinking about roast beef sandwiches, gravy mashed potatoes...Jeff Bridges and lessee now what's his wife's name?  hmmm. Junior samples?  mixed greens?  fruit fly?  Poughkeepsie, t hat's it, we call her Pougue for short...we're all Adirondacks in that regard, wearing the latest in tummy catchers and visiting the evil daliance when we get our knickers shorn...
don't know why I write like this but I'm good with it...couple folks in, going to hike to shishi...told them I call it t he pig wallow trail because this time of year it's pretty soggy out there...
usually I use this blog to vent and now I know what the dealio is with Vin and so on...I'm good with the main muscle, I can't help it...I guess I'm as well in t he female category but I got up this morning looked at my calve twas a mass of wrinkles just in the bloom of the muscle..kind of unnerving to be going on 66 when you've been telling yourself since three mile island went off that you're going to be 17 until further notice...and I don't know why I say that except that I think that it's a good frame of mind to be in...also told t he It guy that my brother had cut me out of my parents' estate and taken it all for himself, well did i need to tell him that?  eh...doubt it...but, there it is, he said $30 to get the password off the laptop, duh...ok
and what does pinworms have to do with this??let's look it up...did Macro application AES for
variations of 'rug' account I think...I'm looking up this and that in that regard...kind of