Problems with blogging are keeping me up...

I am, and I think therefore I 'really' AM, and I blog (verb) so y'all know I AM. Just remember I ain't the Great IAM, I always will. Yesterday was a bad day, spilled fuel on my motorcycle, left the receipt in the machine, rode off to work and other minor failures too numerous to mention. The calendar called me to the Institutional Library Services blog, another presentation to THOSE IN CHARGE next week on my time and their dime. It only exists on Wordpress and is totally private, even when we want to invite other Library Keepers from ILS they have trouble getting in and on and being so amazed at the good work. But I am getting my fill of being protected for my own good.

Wasn't Mayor Daley, of the noble Chicago dynasty, challenging me to get my gun and meet him with his in the street for a shoot out? I saw it twice on the telly and felt he thought we had to settle our differences that way. I wasn't interested, he wouldn't stand a chance against an old former paratrooper with one of Browning's finest designs built by a formerly wonderful arms manufacturer (given to me by wonderful loving wife for my birthday long ago). He knows that good law biding folks won't be coming anytime soon, he has disarmed us for his protection - although I do understand some criminals are still walking around armed and he might watch those times he goes out into the streets, but he has personal body guards doesn't he?

I fell asleep on the ferry ride away from the prison, the horn woke me and I was startled into getting oriented and off the boat before it returned to McNeil Island, I was so gone that I left my backpack with helmet and rainsuit on the boat. It had to be treated like a potential explosive package - thanks to quick radio call and my response they held it for me until I could return for it and get my chastising for making their shift less smooth than they wanted it. In Iraq the engineers would have blown it up, righteously. I couldn't have ridden my trusty Triumph down to pick it up, since I wouldn't have been wearing a helmet, so I accepted the ride in a big GM truck like the one that almost rode me down last week. Better driver and happier ending since I got my gear and rode on home. The State is certainly watching over me.

I have a anxious wife, she knows exactly how long it takes me to get there, the garage door is open and she hovers. We greet and go on in and start catching up, restoring links and covering our domesticallity. I am in for a treat, Vietnam noodles, cooked by the Korean lady love. I also get sliced cucumbers in vinegar with sesame seeds (the perfect Summer cooler) and a mug of coffee. All so welcome and totally undeserved for my wife has ripples in the harmony of our universe. She is still looking for closure on my going out and meeting two guys I don't know from anywhere for dinner on Sunday. (In Korean society if you don't have a proper introduction by people of responsible manner you are not to be trusted - ever!) Well, Sailcurt is out of here today, safe voyage, and Big Bad Wolf is so busy he hasn't written on his blog and I am okay being me mostly alone; cutting the grass, riding the bike and shooting straight all for the best reasons. But it calls me to my ripples in my harmony of our universe. The blogs that die along the way...

Skywriter was great, I looked forward every day to what wonder I would find on her blog - then something ugly came along and she said good-bye. I believe she is fine and I know she never knew I existed but I have faith that she will be rewarded in Heaven no matter what happens on Earth. About the time I start following the War on Terror in the Sandbox and various military and supporting military bloggers I find that those same stupid (did I call them stupid? they just stopped reading this) officers, that I would never follow in combat anywhere (because they don't ever lead and never know the price and can't count the cost), those officers still wear the uniform and stomp out life where ever they can't stand it. Ka-BOOM of Gravedigger fame - written by an officer not like the other ones, is dead and destroyed - only in the blogging universe. I know now why bloggers steal real blogs for archiving, since they can really disappear from the cyberspace - they are only binary code when looked at very closely. Being a prayer I honor his request and will continue to pray for him, the Gravediggers and City Girl, just because it is right and I can do no more. I also hope the fool (read stupid) officer that kicked over the switch gets smarter or sent off to a corner where he (or she) can't hurt real combat operations. But I am too much a paranoid pessimist to put any faith on that happening.

Well, only sixty minutes and one mug of coffee, black, to get my mind back to empty and greet the remainder of the day, oh and I have to go, someones are out there waiting for me. I may get a chance to greet the last of the returning 4th of the 2nd ID, but they might get in early and the evening commute may get in my way. As long as they get back safely and rejoin America at the Mall well, God Bless'em All.