The FLAG looks good flying out there...

In protest. There are people taking up the Revolutionary War flags and flying them high, not understanding how tough it would be to win a war against the British Empire, well, maybe not today. But at the time of the American Revolution it would be tough, they kept bringing more Generals and troops, building more ships and destroying the colonies, if needed. Today's Americans hardly handle History well, building a nation or severing ties with the Mother Country would be very, very traumatic.

I proudly flew the American Flag after 9/11, until the day that America attacked Afghanistan, when I took it down. They had made the terrorists an enemy of the state, given them and all who harbored them status as an enemy and it would be WAR to the death. That they were terrorists, and I was not terrified, and criminals, and they should pay for their crimes, was not what I was taking the flag down for... I thought making this a war was the way to lose it as a war. I had already been part of one of those. You have heard of the Vietnam War, it wasn't at all like the movies. I was catching a piece of 60 Minutes on Sunday, and the fire base reminded me so much of the one I spent ten months of my twelve in when I was on the tour in RVN. Of course they were talking to the Commander, and he said a lot - his body language told me he was holding back much (he did have a career to think about). But he and I know that the media wasn't going to get it right, but thanks for the visit and the coverage.

People are dying out there, for that flag, and they have been betrayed. So, since it looks so good to fly the flag on Memorial Day and the weekend. I think I will fly the American flag in protest of all the stupidity, the poor government, and those in office and agencies that aren't ready to stand up and deliver on the Constitution of the United States, the Declaration of Independence and the potential of the People to be so much more and so much better than those that think they are in power - for all the wrong reasons. Not Masters but servants, effective people frighten those that can't control their own temptations and lusts. Really! I know, they count their money, can't remember all the stuff they have, probably don't have any family or friends that would selflessly die for them - they are not a solution to the problems of America.

I got in some trouble for flying the American flag in Iraq, after all the United States of America was freeing Kuwait, not conquering Iraq. Political correctness will muddy the waters so you can't drink it. But my feeling was that I wasn't hiding that I was in the 82nd Airborne Division, an American fighting man and the President had sent me to do a job. So I listened to the admonishment of the Command Sergeant Major that told (or reminded) me that he had said there was to be no Flying the Flag in arrogant display of our Wonderfulness. Those were not his words but his conveying the political correctness of our military and political leadership at that time. And Earl didn't worry about that, for I knew what men would fight for, and kill for and die for -- haven't seen political correctness do much except make one feel bad about feeling free. And I thought destruction of bullying was a new goal of the foolish, and it seems like verbal bullying and rule by shunning and snide asides to those out of favor is a given today.

Fly the flag of the United States of America, like making yourself a hard working, good-hearted person, building the future as you reshape America to its potential, a beacon of Liberty earned the hard way.

Changes, lots of changes...

I am wearing 36x30 Dickie blue jeans, because I (just barely) can. They do look better than the 40x32 and 38x30 ones I have been wearing for a bit. Since I started the road work again, gently jogging (lumbering-slogging like) I feel more in control of my life. Don't think I will ever be skinny again, left that when I left RVN in 1971, but I might get a bit healthier before I die.

Since I have done two longer routes in the last four days I went and purchased another heart rate monitor for my jogging. I set it up (needed a magnifying glass for the little print) this morning, and took off at about 0615 for 43m44s. I got way more information than I needed but since I could monitor when I was in the ZONE, where the training I wanted was at, I could stop myself from daydreaming about whatever and slowing down. So I didn't. What I liked is that it only changed by a few minutes the times I had been jogging around that short run. So it meant I hadn't fallen completely off the wagon. I might save myself yet.

My wife was feeling Springlike and wore a dress and light sweater to church, then felt a bit strange as she noticed so much of her legs were in view - not a problem with pants or her Winter-time long skirts and dresses. With me, it wasn't any problem, I look forward to warmer weather and Summer.

On television was a sigh of concern that the Space Shuttles are going to No More. But they don't recognize that as the Hadrian's Wall of the American Empire, but your great grandchildren will. Whatever language they speak by that time. I don't think it will be Latin. My brother was trying to tell me that Spanish wasn't the second most used language in the United States - but then never did tell me what he thought it was, I looked it up in the Wikipedia and found out that he was right not to tell me.

I was looking for a safari jacket for hiding all my fat and my concealed carry - I wasn't hunting too hard, I have too many jackets, sweaters and shirts - I am an American aren't I? I am supposed to have too much of everything my heart desires. If I can't afford it, there will be a lender somewhere. I got a nice shirt to throw over it all, and then read that Open Carry is very accepted in Washington State, how cool is that? They aren't as far out as Alaska and Arizona and Vermont - but way up there. That takes care of the silly sign at the Military Post, just open carry. No, the military has no sense of humor as an organization.

I hung the Bennington Flag on a wall, love that flag, represents to me that Liberty and Freedom are in the people, not the Congress, since it met many of the guidelines of the National Flag of the Revolutionary period. I don't like rattlesnakes half as much some folks. I do need to find a real good replacement, strong red to resist the Sun, and embroidered seven point stars not a print on a blue background and made in America. Of course, somewhere out there someone would be making that flag - or as I find time and talent (never happen) I could sew my own! What a dreamer...

Well, the real American Flag is flying outside - tomorrow we go to half staff until noon. It is about the Honored Dead, Roaring Thunder is about the dead - and the fact that politicians in Washington DC don't honor them, they send their children and grandchildren off on other military adventures for little reason except that they can and it might work. Someone wanted to make something of Sarah Palin going to Washington and maybe being part of Rolling Thunder - no one ever makes anything of me when I sneak into that town and visit the Wall and Arlington National Cemetery. I am not there for the press to make money and advertising budget growth. Pray about the lost and those still here looking for the right direction and be safe out there.

Rain is pouring again, in waves of course...

Puget Sound has waves, tides, salt water, seals, sea lions, Orcas and stuff, and it rains, really rains, about eight months of the year. Today as I prepared to go jogging I was distracted by my blog roll check. Lovely people out there and have to read them to find out what is really happening. But by the time I visited Indianapolis for the second time (I have a lot of bloggers to follow from that state, hmm...) I looked out the window and went to the back porch to wonder at the squirrel racing down his tree and the sheets of water coming down. The gutters were cleaned by me, and the water is flowing out nicely now.

When will I get my jog in? That is a good feeling and position to be in, of the last eight days I have jogged seven, yesterday's was a longer loop, for an hour and eleven minutes - if I told you the seconds also I would be silly, but the watch notes automatically. And I am starting to get wild and stretch it a bit on the gait (this is my story and I tell it like I feel it) partly it is from remembering when I was racing other road guards passing the double-timing platoons on the way to the next intersection or road crossing. I was Way So Much younger and leaner then, but that was when I discovered I didn't have enough iron in my blood to donate http://www.blogger.com/img/blank.giffor the Red Cross, they gave me juice and cookies anyway. Long ago and so far away.

In the reality around here, is the fact that the second time I shaved yesterday the blade felt so smooth as it glided across my face - yeah, the memory does go quickly doesn't it? It was the very smooth glide that made me think I had shaved a few hours earlier. Finished a quick read by Patrick A. Vanner, who may want to replace David Weber - at least at the high school age reader level. RAGNAROK Good fast fun read, Space Opera. More women in uniform and combat, more casual sexual relations, more acceptance of homosexual relationships and potential such. That is a formula, even the little dig about the heroine not wanting children on her ship, although she was sworn to the Survival of the Human Race. So I enjoyed the book - I still think like a fool young man - and discarded with note the things that wouldn't work in my world. I will likely have to go back to reading some things from the Nineteenth Century to get re-oriented on reality, mine anyway.

The NFO mentioned Frank W. James's book Effective Handgun Defense, that should be a required reading for those thinking of concealed carry from the practical and technical view point. Just the facts, mam'm. I go back to it often, since I don't have all the access to all the types and kinds, and will always learn something on every read. When I think about weapons and their use, I can go back to sword swingers, spear carriers and archers. Most of them weren't concealed carry, and were weapons not tools. Knives and hatchets were multi-use.

In the notes on the continuing Earl falls out of the technological tethers (cell phone, iPad, and connections) I see that real letter writing and communication has fallen to sound bites and bits and nips of text. I don't want to know how little communication would get one deep into a romance in the current youth (11 to 21?) Since I have been watching how little of substance has been said by the politicians and their handlers, it wouldn't be many letters to full mating. Hmm, who is that guy that thinks pens make for better writing and much better thinking? Hmm, today he is recommending one of my favorite types of writing pens. Must be a sign, time to go and do some real road work, as soon as the Sun break hits.

Too many 'hmm's.

Had some bad news, or rumors of it yesterday...

The problem with social media, is that there isn't any real FACE time. Most meaningful communications need tone of voice and expression to transfer thoughts well. Hmm, this blog probably doesn't work as well as if we were talking over coffee at the MacDonalds. Still it was unsettling enough that I did much quiet praying and went to bed early.

Then woke up and napped lightly for the next three hours until I crashed again. That last sleep was a fool dreamer, seems my DNA was flaking off of me, taking enough circulation and promise of a future to grow in the ground like a tree. But it would have been another Earl (according to my dream). My wife laughed and said that was a
"dog dream".

I am reading Musashi, about 17th Century Japan and a famous Swordsman. The rains fall lightly but wet unpon the Great Northwest, predicted for another week of wet. Not heavy enough to hide from, so I will hit the road soon.

Okay: press two for Spanish, in Spanish of course...

I am an Anglo, I think I am an American, and I am sure that the United States of America defeated the Mexicans and Spain in the 19th Century, were invaded once in the 20th Century by Villa and for some reason pushing two on the telephone will get you a Spanish Speaking Computer answering machine - on the Medicare questions. What is that reasoning? The computers aren't any smarter in Spanish than English - they are stupid, and their logic circuits only perform the required tasks - any human will perform them faster and better.

New Library Reference - Wikipedia, or Google, or Bing... only as good as the software, since two of those choices want money - their motives are already in question in my mind. So when I go to a library, with a really tough search in mind, I want a real librarian with a questioning mind - first they have to find out what I am really looking for - filtering through all the connections that I think are important to get to the real question. Computers don't really go fast enough, and the more feel good sound and flurry video ads just attack my view of a simple world............. So why does the government think they save money buying stupid machines and software for answering a client's problems? Ah, Obamacare - if you think Medicare is fun wait until you see Obamacare. Does that get a rise from the new Czar of badmouthing Obama and his future as President Re-Elected? I can only hope. Would they have black helicopters, kevlar helmets and pistol proof body armor?
Will they burst in the door and kill my dog, shoot me holding a weapon without a bullet in the chamber, take all my books, computers and paperwork to prove I was against the President and the general Government foolishness? Nah, don't think so.

Back to Medicare, I did get a real human, won't publish his name but he was helpful thoughtful and told me the same thing they had told me those last two visits to correct their error. Seems they keep going back to the days when I worked and had another health insurance - and for the third time I told them I don't work anymore, and their records are so wrong. I expect, that somewhere there is a link to their old stuff, the computer will have to check it, and it will again in the future deny medical claims and I will get called by the doctor's office, have to call Medicare again and go through this process. Isn't government care so wonderful? You want government health care, you set up hospitals, doctor and nursing schools and provide the care. You don't guarantee payments, insurance is interesting but it isn't health care, it is insurance. Most of us don't work hard enough on our own health, why should the government provide insurance for our lack of effort?

No, I won't provide a Spanish translation for this post, no one is reading it anyway.

Sunday Morning...

I woke very early to dreams of High School class reunion (yes, we had public schools back then). And another blogger was visiting my dreams, and I know he is too busy putting in beans now to have time to dream. I got up and turned on the computer - wrong way, man. Get the coffee going put on the sweats and hit the road, computers like television tie your mind up - dozing on alpha waves of mindlessness. Sigh. I can do better can't I? I will continue to struggle.

Aside from grocery shopping this afternoon, I could get a motorcycle ride or some shooting in at the range. Hmm, best schedule rifle and pistol practice. Although, dry fire drills, drawing, position, slinging up, target acquisition are exactly like doing the basic three sets of exercises --- good cheap, at home convenient and always not done in the public view. Then take that polished practiced body (bikini ready NOT!) with one's weapons of choice and show off at the range. Kind of like leaning on that tight turn and rolling on the throttle. Makes me so smooth, and smooth is fast!

So she is open carrying today...

I have an idea that no one will notice. Most people won't be able to tell what someone wore or didn't when they aren't sitting observing. Which is what most people do with their day, not sit and not observe -- they want a drama but don't want to be part of it. Makes television possible.

I haven't heard anything from Washington DC that makes any sense on the budget (since Ryan), and silence is not an answer. No one studies History... The Constitutional Convention of 1787 was because the Articles of Confederation weren't working to solve the problems of that United States of America. So we should default on the borrowing more, raise interest rates, call the troops back home and disband them, stop pretending to be the Savior of Democracy and get back on track. Looking at the voting, of ratification, it might not have become the law of the land. Without the Bill of Rights, which seem to have also been unstudied recently, the whole thing would have crumbled. Is it possible to have a better government? Not with the current lack of morals in America. Nope, make that the World. The people that believe in the Lord, Law and labor (for themselves and their posterity) are never the ones that idle about making life difficult for everyone else.

More for sale signs going up in the neighborhood, constant changing of families for the military, for jobs, for changing social events, marriage, births, deaths, and divorce. It only takes a day to take a ten year relationship and pack it up to go to Arizona, Pima County. They will be missed.

Not really worth a post, but I would have told you that I slept nine hours and that last dream was of bloggers and facebook friends that I was having a meeting with about DynaRamas and modeling battlefields and stage coaches. Go figure.

Well, what would you do if the wife went home...

Just for the month of September, not really that long. But as I picked up my American Motorcyclist magazine, there was an interesting idea - someone else had and so they call it the USA4corners at USA4corners.org. Now that sounds interesting, and I could still visit a few folks on the way, could do a little riding in Canada, they only care about the corners, not how you get to them, so the mileage is never the same. I like the idea, will look into that and see, it costs a hundred dollars? Pay to ride? Okay, I get a patch, no t-shirt?

I will really have to have a daily exercise routine, to take along with the medications and sleep and fuel and food. Yep, interesting idea, Start in Blaine, to Maine, to Florida, to California and then home... so cool.

The President of the United States said they wanted to go back to the pre-1967 Israeli borders of King Solomon, which would substantially increase the size of Israel. That was what he said wasn't it?

Just curl up and die...

Okay, it is Arizona, it is death on illegals, it doesn't have a drug problem and the weather is just peachy. But it was a bad day to be Jose, yeah. The SWAT team had a mission and too much ammunition and little regard for real life. What is a multi-house crackdown? I gave you the Forbes, with tons of excess advertising, article because the World really wants to know why a baby is more important than SWAT teams on Rock'n Roll, Arnold's baby.

I do know that the Pima County Sheriff has only the best interests of his people, too bad that he doesn't have a whole community of deputies. Don't worry, they are telling lies as fast as they can make them up. Big drug operation, they will at last say Jose should have stayed in the Marines and Iraq where he was safe and belonged. Seventy-one shots fired by Law Enforcement, only sixty hits in the one person they were desperately trying to kill. They killed him, send in NCIS to investigate.

I was gone for about thirty-six hours...

I know, you didn't notice. Not a problem. The C17 crews kept me moving and entertained for about twelve of those hours, and I can still sleep sitting up, and prone upon the deck. I was reading a lot, The Deed of Paksenarrion, by Elizabeth Moon. I went to Oahu and visited with my son, daughter-in-law and grandson. On Sunday morning there was the Honolulu Triathlon, metric race - 1.5K swim, 40K bike, 10K run. We got up about three, ate breakfast, packed and got a parking spot early and waited for the Sun to rise. I found a spot on the beach and attracted a color commentator - he told me everything he knew about this kind of race, since he had done so many in his past. We talked Europe and travel, too. There are many hours before everything starts at six. I was determined to record this race since I hadn't really done well last June in Kona. I had pretty good positions and was able to snap a few good pictures.

Luckily I am comfortable being a really old man, because most of the participants are young and lean and they go. After the race, my son picked up his bike and dropped me off to catch my return flight. The cargo planes are covering the world and they go where directed, four left Hawai'i that day, three had come in from the West (Asia) and were returning back to their homebase. Plenty of room for one on the last one of the day.

Two young mothers on that flight, three old couples, three children and two babies. I have to stand in awe of the mothers controlling the children, caring for the babies and moving all the luggage that goes with them. Well time for O'Reilly's Rant and World News. Something happened today beside garbage pickup. I turned garden soil and put a picture of my son in one of his early road races (the only kid in the race, his father dragged him along) and the finish of his race on Saturday. In between the two, a lot of skate boarding and soccer.

Well, Blogger ate my last blog... isn't anything real?

Thank you for visiting my blog, but when Blogger went blouie (No, Spellcheck and I don't know how to spell it- blewy, blouis?) I like others that know we exist only on the internet - at least for our fun - went to other SOCIAL media (facebook in my case). It has been suggested that this is just the first shot across the bow from Microsoft versus Google, I mean Bing? if you wanted to buy something but otherwise?

Got to go, my mind is as blank as my last blog eaten by Blogger. I can give you the picture again.

Oh, I changed it, the top portion is when I had come back from nineteen months in Korea, about 1969, on my way to Fort Sill. In 1982 I (and my wife and son) returned from four years in Germany, and although there is a picture of all the spouses and children with my father and mother, this was a second picture of just the same folks from the first. About thirteen years different. Yeah, and except for my profession in defense of the nation against godless communists of all varieties, I couldn't tell you what the important political processes were at that time, either of them. What was important was always my family and our future.

Just like yesterday's blog, it is all so gone away, only the memories warm my spirit now.

I am having so much fun...

filling out the Family Tree. But if no one is real, touching and talking - is it a family any more? I found a letter with family information from California - yes, Smiths and Dungeys went to, lived in and prospered in California. But the letter was dated June 2002, and I doubt I wrote back except to say thank you. Now my mother has passed away, and I don't know that they know. A tree falls in the wood, and makes no sound? Almost nine years and they weren't young then.

I guess everyone should write their autobiography, and then have Amazon.com sell it as a very cheap ebook. Actually, writing about one's life should be very easy - but finding value in it, might be difficult. Well, off to the doctors again, and I have other stops today, rain is holding off, so the Trusty Triumph is roaring and rolling out, and maybe I will work on the back acres went the dew is dried away.

Having fun with History

So I should be jogging, but it was dark outside when I woke. I had spent miles on the roads of Fort Bragg, but then it changed to desert Arizona, and when I got in I went from Sergeant Major to Library Assistant and cataloging, time to wake up. Made coffee, weighed and measured and medicated. No hope.

Since it wasn't time for FarmVille I scanned some pictures, modified the color and contrast, saved, shipped and pasted into the Family tree software. It is kind of cool. Beside the piles of procrastination are boxes of pictures. You can tell how organized I was, I did many strange things with pictures and memories from years ago. If I had only had digital and computers like today. Well, I took a picture of my father and mother about 199? and posted it on the father's picture side, and my Dad's favorite picture of my mother and I(as a baby) on the mother's picture side.
I like that approach, the couple in more formal setting, then the wife in her really good looking probably younger self. I don't have enough pictures of the older now long gone generations. But I like the idea.

For all you younger folks out there, time flies, really flys! so get organized early, writing your autobiography will be so much easier. And if you die before, if you were organized enough some smart college English Major can do your biography from your files. Of course, they will change the reason your life worked out that way - just so they can sell the book, once you don't write it - it belongs to the future.

It is Mother's Day, and she is only a memory...

Skipping Heart

Today I'm chased by my own heart
it's skipping all around.
It jogs way up ahead of me
and doesn't come on down.

I have to capture it right now
and put it back in place.
But it is such a happy heart
it knows it'll win the race.

It has no blackened depth,
it's full of love and joy and song,
it's corners are all daffodils,
it cannot see a single wrong.

I've put it back inside of me,
and now my steps have spring,
my face is full of loving smiles,
and joy's my current thing!

Melba Dungey



I do hope you have had a wonderful loving Mother's Day, not for the commercial portion of getting gifts and such, but for a chance to hug her one more time before it is too late. And for those of y'all that don't appreciate babies and bother, children and chaos and chores --- you are missing the best part of living and loving. Take care out there.

Since I seem to be wandering lost in life...

I did my taxes, there was a Not Later Than date, paid them, too. But I did have to raise my debt limit to do that. Actually, I have lots of debt limit un-used, I am not borrowing to pay interest, although there are people in the world that do that and the government of the United States of America, promotes that thought process because they don't want to explain their incompetence. My sister is still struggling with my mother's estate, seems Mom didn't have any beneficiaries for her IRAs once Dad preceded her in death. And some IRS agent of ten years doesn't know how that is handled, duh? We figure the IRS will want to tax the IRA on an instant distribution, NOW!, and then will hope the entire estate is LARGE enough to tax it again. If only my rich Mom, had only paid her fair share. Thank you sister for taking the brunt of the paperwork and calls in settling the estate. But don't forget to go and do something fun. Three fifths of your grandchildren are within hugging distance.

That is all coming together with the idea that Earl isn't doing enough to get ready for tomorrow, which ever day that is, it is coming.

So I have Quicken 2010, and need to catch up on all the transactions and the current state of my wife's and my investments, debts and why are we doing that? That should be first computer priority, and since it is on a computer blocked off of the internet, I am safe from Islamic Terrorists looking for AARP members with money and IDs that could be compromised. So, PRIORITY ONE, get the Quicken done, continue to use it and update and then make sure my wife knows where it is.... and how it works kind of... and send off the passwords to my son, and brother if they are looking. Not ready to liquidate and move into a studio and wait for the last trumpet.

The other thing is the family history, in some regards I and my wife got married on a date, lived, raised a son and died on some date in the future. For me that has never been enough -- but they don't really spend time talking after dinner about family and such, we don't write letters and although facebook is INSTANT communications, it isn't elegant and way too many friends would see how poor my virtual farming is... So I have piles of papers of the past, family traditional stories - which don't always match the paper trail (go with the family story!) and a really neat book that my Aunt Velva helped put together so many of the names and dates are good, it was updated years later, have that one, too. I also have a software program to stick the stuff into, including pictures, documents (PDF?), and places for a bit of a narrative. So that could be priority THREE.

I know, you want to know what priority two is... well, I have to live long enough to do the other two things.

In truth, I don't have to fill in the Quicken or the Family Tree programs, I have to live in Love of the Lord, see (really visit) those that I can and talk and listen. But for sure I don't need MSNBC, FOX, ABC or other major News Reports... I am old news and wonderfully boring.

okay, it is May, lets plan on riding in June....

My dreams were great, a library, in the strange dream library and I had two pistols for some reason and trouble concealing one of them? Okay but it was a very happy dream. Must have been the patrons and my co-workers, not a prison?

Valley Forge is coming right along, until I found a 18th Century man using the word propaganda - that reminded me of 'proactive', which I will discuss never again anywhere. Yes, propaganda was a fine Italian word, but the modern meaning of it in context and history didn't start until the Twentieth Century. Back to the word 'active', inactive, reactive, Xactive, ex-active (me RETIRED!), but no one is a "Pro" at activity except my grandmother, Beulah (Tubbs) Dungey.

Go to go, the virtual farms are finished for the morning, for such a non-drinker I sure do make a lot of alcoholic drinks, my wine cellar has some very good years.

I will give you my opinion...

President Obama interrupted my Blues last night, to say "I" way too many times about how he was the ONE that ordered and approved and commanded the deed be done.

Since he had live video, and instant communications(speed of transmission time) he was on top of the attack and thrilled for every minute of it. Now, once the mission started the communications could have been stopped and exactly the same outcome would have happened. Really, not one of those team members were listening to hear the President tell them that was a target, that was not a target.... I just went to the range on Saturday, and I never heard all that shooting and talking that was going on around me as I took my shots. The teams did very well, and since this was the same Commander in Chief that was holding their pay hostage until the Republicans broke to his way of the budget he and the Democrats didn't finish before the last election, I think he should be very happy that they were finally paid after their family members had the instructions on how not to come to work because the Military was going to serve for free and die as long as it took the Republicans to wake up to the threat.

There will not be an end to American Aid and military presence in Iraq, Afghanistan and Pakistan will still get way too much money from America for being a bad ally. You want to balance the budget, quit giving money to countries that can make it on their own. And since Osama Bin Laden is no more, maybe the TSA can leave now, too?

May Fools Day...

When I told my wife I had flipped all the calendars she named it May Fools Day, since the picture on one calendar was of two teenage boys peeking at two bathing young ladies in a stream, it fit. The day itself is full of Summer promises, blue skies temperature to fifty-eight, nice day for riding my Trusty Triumph to church and back, having been stirred up for the LORD, the rest of the month ought to be interesting. Several of the men asked if my wife had ridden with me, I told them she has ten miles as passenger on my motorcycle, and I have over twenty-seven thousand plus miles on the odometer. So I asked when they were getting their bikes, like my guns no real takers, I am not common enough a commoner.

I came home alone, did my lunch warming and napped and read and watched a movie - not very industrious. But this is Sunday and it works for rest and restoring one's focus upon the coming week. The piles of paper await, close up April, and prepare for eight more months of doing more better. I will be applying for work tomorrow, none of the Lottery tickets paid more than a dollar, sigh. More government pipe dreams (that comes from early opium smoking 19th Century). When my wife did get home, she crashed in front of the television, too. I make an evening pot of coffee, tune into Blues on KPLU (they have some kind of streaming) but I don't stream much of anything, nothing seems fast enough for my attention. That could be because everyone wants part of my computer monitor for their opportunities to enlighten me on the wonders of their products and merchandise. More like television/cablevision every day - if I have enough money to link up, they wants some of it. I did catch an email from J. Ringo out of the tornadoed area, battery powered on a Hooters wifi - how will it be in the end of days?

Flowers are coming, some real gardeners are looking fine, and our roses, and others are just about to start making statements. But if you are looking for snow, we have some roads up to that level around here. Y'all take care out there, and do great things.