So what were you living for today? cause it is done.

I find that writing the President is good for me and the exchange of views - since the Credit Card Bill of Rights is approved and the President is proud of it I wanted him to say he was proud to sign the same bill and allow loaded weapons in the Parks - like he knows that responsible gun toting adults will be up to the concern of the ones that aren't competent enough to trust themselves and their neighbors with loaded weapons. Do you think he will listen? Nah, me neither.

I do continue to fall apart, getting old is a product of breathing, if one stops breathing I understand one stays locked into that last moment of your life and some one's memory. So as a piece of me breaks I don't see replacing it, just struggle on with what I got and breath in and exhale - using those respiratory pauses for shooting almost up to the best of the weapon in hand.


Library work was fine, not very remarkable but fine -- no one in my library turned anyone in to the police (but in a corrections center, the snitch isn't appreciated much and putting inmates in Segregation is often protective custody). They found some $2000 for each institution to spend on more materials for our collections, our plans have to be to our supervisors before the 1st of June, I want to do the shopping by that time. So we started making a wish list, new hardbacks of popular books should eat that money up quick, I am going to look into a new bookstore instead of Half-Priced Books.

Weather working on Spring looking like Summer, it is over halfway through May and yes the pink Dogwood and Azaleas are blooming in the backyard - but it is a cool moist coastal day. Still I go for the fuel efficiency and saving the Nation from Saudi, Iranian and other bad guys' oil riches, and I ride the Trusty Triumph and smile as I roll on that throttle - one of these days I am going to slip and pop up into a Wheelie and go into shock. Over 15,019 miles when I return home.

What I was most looking forward to today was jogging, which is a good sign of my coming back to me, the one I liked better than that hibernating fatter fellow I have been. Most days I will walk thirty minutes or two miles, but never felt that was enough except to prove I could still walk - and it was always refreshing on my mind - and my wife likes to do that with me which is a bonus. Since Sunday morning I have been jogging daily and looking forward to that time breathing heavy and sweating well and slogging along like I was a reckless paratrooper of long ago and far away... well, in my mind any way.

When I returned from Nam in 1971 they stuck me in the 82nd Airborne Division, as a LEG, and I was so happy to hit the pavement daily and run Ardennes. It wasn't enough, when I went to Jump School in Fort Benning I had shin splints in both legs (fire bases in Vietnam don't have jogging tracks), but limping on both legs isn't noticeable. After getting back to Fort Bragg and into married I started getting serious about road work for conditioning for karate matches and general fitness. It stuck pretty good, and if I had really understood sugar, fats and health I wouldn't have done marathons at 240 pounds - when I should be a very healthy 180 pounds of mean ol' me.

No matter, I have jogged for the last four days and intend to continue through Friday, breaking for Appleseed Shoot on the weekend and starting Monday all over. I am only a little compulsive and not obsessive ever... maybe. I found forgotten coins on each jog, and today there was a young dog chasing along the fence barking at me furiously - I immediately identified with the older dog that came from his spot in the sun kind of limping along with deep Woof or two - just enough you know he is still in the game. Yep, still in the game. Time to go and work on the M1 and the firing positions and dream about long legged redheads or placing all my bullets in tighter groups... only one is a dream the other could be reality.