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

what here when now..

all reading composition anomally aside, really do appreciate the LVW factor quite much..dinotrobically speaking that is...how to compensate for what there is so very little of...like warm  heat...etc.  never have the ripe wood burning while KK's house is totally brutally warm..very NKD of it yes??I don't have to figure out that part...have to analyze the writer's creative process factor and let it go at that...art not as a hobby but as a means of expression about what?  mideast conflict?  nah...really appreciate determination there what that is..like to get off and running now I've been here and done this...

once upon a time he plunged off the milk toate

we couldn'a been more happier if we'n a raised a load a pigletts. that's how taosty it was livin' out there in the woods with all the varmits and such...course I didn't know that GeeHyma was his mudder that he was not een equipped to take his own peeds brake...not that it was anything but silly how that rhetoric flowed out of his mouth like a chopped up dog he wasn't too tasty there but spoke more sillily than a person could oughta and that was a fact that did bear some mention...that he would go on and on about how posessive the mechanic was at a party squeezin' on the party doll as though he might wanna brake her and wouldn't that be something...well anyway...I could get an advance on last weeks pay if I were interested but then again all we do around here is pay bills and blow snot in old mechanic rags that'd been washed with every bit a dishes in the kidchen.. isn't that funny
meanwhile...times a wastin and such is life and stuff, consider this a eulogy to my colleague Ted who lives under the bridge with the resta da trolls now and isn't going to show up to pick up a pizza from Linda anymore...all them pitchers she said was here and all that time workin' for the man that stuff she claims her own even now...ya believe it??
like when I was sittin' in the hottube with bigben chiasson and watching the skin float by we talked like we was knowledgeable about stuff and maybe we was but there it was goin' and gone and fixed and broken and sludged up like it was a polish sausage market and we were the ordinary options...kinda Humble that...don't know as I can understand how it would be good ol Hammmill at the donut day, isn't it??
far as I'm concerned that ain't an optin and so be it...writin' ios a good enough thing if one's inspired to do just that course we ain't all victorious in our wants but know now that the cow chews a cud and friends of a feather leave sticks of incense when they playin'
like how nightmarish is the exposure rate for being in the same room with a staggers of donkeys
you just never know when they gonna laty loose with a poke in the eye, right???everytime you come home they gotta leak the roof, degutter the eves fiddle rightly so fiddle with the leg tricks and yep, confiscate ebri darn one of dem kids at criss mass (obstensibly removed and don't be silly)
hafta think that if one guy kisses and tells that his new woman charged him forty bucks for a warm house he was flying in the donut machine up to turkey land for a bismarck with a halfrack of sasquatch refuse..
anyway... that was the name a tha game and what in it...