well, it is tuesday, garbage goes out day...

My dreams were of making and firing fireworks off, a very amateur production and intensely exciting when done well, and if they didn't launch the worry about them becoming just a local area bomb in place - the place one doesn't want to be. Nice dreams, and a new exploration.

The visit from the communications officer and my top two supervisors went very well, very quickly. The best part was that when movement was called the surge of inmate patrons, carrying books and questing for knowledge and being typically demanding constantly interrupted our conversation. I was busy and looked like a juggler on that pre-Swiss circus ball going around entertaining. There was a Recreations Staff guy that took pictures but I couldn't figure that out, he was shooting towards the library and the inmates, and they don't have to have pictures done and are protected, we'll see. The quickness was coming on one boat and leaving on the following one - less than an hour on island. Works for me, I had a ton of stuff that I stopped and had to go back and finish.

I am proud, I have cleaned up and shredded the dreaded procrastination pile of plenty 'portant papers. All the numbers are carefully placed in the proper digital accounting device (Quicken in this household) or hammered in furiously so the total reflects my kind of reality... I am so ahead of Wall Street, I don't have to ask for help from Congress and I am not blaming anything on the sitting or previous administrations - I blame Earl. Broad shoulders and broad belly he can bare the burden. Since the selling off on Wall Street I went looking for the closing prices in what we invested in, and are investing in, and plugged them in - it has been a while since I did that, but I did have the reports from July about the second quarter - yep, we are poorer again, sigh. Having plugged the numbers in for over thirty some years I am prepared for the ups and the downs of the market - and even with yesterday's results I am so far ahead of that just returned from Vietnam guy buying a two hundred and fifty dollar Pontiac with the wires dangling loose and the body internally rusting out (road salts anyone?)

Three weeks not taking the Doctor's recommended medicines, and I feel better every day - must be getting closer to Heaven's door than I know. I don't know anything except to go see the doctor when one is sick, wounded or ill. But if he measures you and finds you different and out of the box, I don't think taking a pill is going to help - and what one believes has much to do with the success of medicine and lack thereof....

Y'all have a great day, some lucky folks are harvesting and I just have to take out the garbage and go jog after breakfast. The mound of shredded paper I created must get to the land fill for future flaky foundations.