A better start this morning...

I will eat breakfast soon as I get this typed.

Being old, I only have opinion, but I was listening to Bill Whittle on the laptop and had to mute the television so I could hear Bill. Once I listened to it all -- now I like soloists instead of orchestras.

I haven't turned the sound on the television, I don't forgive machines, computers and sales folks as quickly as I should, perhaps.

Prayer has been started, and as I glanced at the television I noticed a celebrity (maybe a singer too young for me to be entertained by) and his girl friend. She is very good to look upon, although I would guess the natural bloom of her youth has been enhanced by professionals. My thought since they were switching beautiful women on the screen and I had no sound on, was the only difference between the women seemed to be if they had a personality or a mind and I wouldn't know until they spoke. They did all seem to look exactly alike.

This is almost as good as sitting in the terminal making up stories about the people I see walking around - you can do that at a Mall, too, but I don't shop enough to stop there. This muting button may never get touched again until the President speaks.

Have a great day, it is Friday, and I hope you find a child to bring a little world of wonder to - it will make both your days. Zoos, walk in the park, rake the leaves, clean the mud off of you boots together. Get them now, old is often a lonely wait until the sound goes back on, or someone visits.

Mostly I am in decay... but then so is the country...

I have heard that every generation feels like the younger generation is out of control, in danger of making the whole civilization collapse and as I have gotten older I feel they are absolutely correct.

They will bring out translations from ancient Greece, Rome or China and use that to prove their point. But I notice that those are all fallen Civilizations - we do have some great thought, art and history from those civilizations but we don't live like Rome and the Romans, do we? I also don't think that King David would be excited about trying to live in America, or even Western Europe.
My generation is not my father's, grandfather's or beyond -- my son and I have different views of many things, and similar views on important stuff - but it is all colored by our perception.

So as I get old and reflective, wondering where I went and why, I hope that the best our generation has will be listened to and read in the far future. I don't think Alexander Dumas thought his tale about the Three Musketeers would spin off so many movies - can't anyone in California write a story worthy of cinema production, many times? Yes, we are still telling the story of Troy, although I am sure most people don't understand how far Troy with Brad Pitt was from Homer's Iliad, but I liked it. Another tale of times that we don't live that define our idea of what is important, honor, bravery, family, mercy and love.

If you were to pick one hundred pieces of today's art (music, poetry, literature, theater, dance) how many of them would be celebrated and studied in a hundred years? You would not know, most of us aren't going to live hundred years from today. Some of my favorite reads are no longer in print, or found in used book stores (at least to the point I wouldn't have to win the Lotto to pay for the search to find them).

Since the paint weathered to nothing on the Grecian statues, and left the beauty of the bodies most of mankind will never reach, what will stand the conversion from parchment and paper to digital commands for switches of whatever? My county library says they are prepared to lend me kindle ebooks, two weeks worth. If we were closer to the Starship Enterprise I might not worry, but we have all kinds of books on the shelves that would cure most of our trials - but they take reading and it is so much cooler to do what feels good. Once everything goes electronic and digital one super EMP will take all that away so quickly... oh, they have already done that book, about five times five.

Got to go, movement is important and the Sun won't be shining forever between the clouds. Although I am sure enough that it will keep shining...

A very good Appleseed weekend...

At Castle Rock, Washington, at Wade's Designated Appleseed Range (DAR) I spent most of my weekend, and six hours on I-5. Four hours sleep on Saturday night and about five on Friday night. I had a great time, was a bit too wordy on the events leading to General Gage and Paul Revere's meeting in History on 18 April, 1775, but I did get the First Strike told, and I taught Offhand and helped coach and adjust sights and shooter's positions. Two days, five new Riflemen made, "Ducko" earned his Red Hat and is now an instructor, he will become a Shoot Boss next year, likely. Three of the Riflemen had been to other Appleseeds, and liking the program stepped up to take up the Instructor in Training (IIT) yellow ball cap.

This is still the best time I have ever had on firing ranges, with people that come to learn, shoot and go home feeling good about America. Nothing I have done with NRA or in the military comes close. Maybe working with shooters in High School might be as much fun, but then there are too many frightened people wandering around in charge aren't there? My only complaint was that I didn't make it through the entire second day, wearing out too quickly and my heart is as big as my memory of my best years - but these are my look around and count my blessings days.

I had best get to writing more letters, and telling more History - do you think we could get more politicians to the ranges - they do go to debates and town meetings?

Yes, I am old and I am late...

The cool bloggers, in the GUN community, posted a picture of their carry knives on their keyboards or whatever. These are my carry knives, daily, if I get dressed and leave the house, or work in the yard. One always should carry a knife. I feel if Israel must have the right to self defense, then Earl has the same right. The United Nations did not jump up and stop the war in 1948, 1956, 1967 or 1973. Yes, I carry all three, and have been since been since I purchased the clip on on the right, the other two have been carried much longer

Nothing much to tell y'all today, an important point in the recovery of America - which is the real goal of the citizens that are awake - is that without a restoring of 'Trust' it will never recover. What is trust? Well, start with personal responsibility - silly things like Wedding Vows, or 'my word is my bond' . How can you trust people that hide what they did, plan to do, or are doing now - behind the Fifth Amendment?

I will go to an Appleseed at Castle Rock, Washington this weekend. My last time on the line, and Castle Rock will be closed to Appleseeds in 2012. The owner needs to get his truck up to truckin'.
The individual economy is gloomier than the nation economy, mainly because the under employed are not reported upon, but watch too much television which is fueled by conflict and drama. Really, most of the nation is doing okay - not great, but okay. Most of America is making it, not the POOR (15 million) not the unemployed (9.? percent of the workers - around 15 million, again). They do report that the Stock Market fell seven hundred points this week, which means that fewer people are buying than selling - markets only have the value of the moment and that goes back to a feeling of confidence - Real Estate or Stock Market - no one buys if they don't feel they will get a return. No one borrows money to buy equipment, cars, beautiful clothes if they believe that they won't be able to pay it back. No one opens a new business expecting to fail soon. You have to have confidence, you have to have optimism .

Yes, all we need as a country is to restore trust. As I tell people that worry about the coming collapse - one must cling to family and friends - and FAITH in God. You have to trust or it won't work. Take care out there, and don't forget to carry knives with a sharp edge, dull blades are just like Congress, they just don't work well.

News!

People released by Iran before Iran gets into war with the neighbors. The first non-dancer is kicked of of Dancing with the Stars (I don't follow it, do you?). The Main Stream Media is very happy that thousands and thousands of service members are coming out of the closet, only leaving facing real bullets and rockets and IEDs (which have never discriminated in targeting) to fear from government service in uniform. It won't be too long before the bullying and hate thought crimes will take up combat training time, so no one will remember that they have to avoid the bullets, rockets and IEDs instead of jokes in bad taste and still being a minority in a sea of heterosexuals.

I watched the celebration in the youtube presentation of a young airman telling his father he was "Gay". And he thought his father wouldn't still love him. Hmm, a whole Christian faith based on the fact that God the Father loves the sinner enough to send His son to die -- how could a son not realize that confessing to murder would have still not stopped the love from his father. Parents get to be proud and shamed by their own conduct, why wouldn't they feel the same about their children? What are they teaching in media and schools today?

Don't worry too much, since Microsoft has to fear Apple, and facebook has to fear Google Plus (I only search on Google so they know all my internet sinning sites), but still it is for our betterment... I think they are using the government/politician model of mind control. Why don't I fear the future? Well, the big satellite is crashing into my house, the electricity will get shut off and eliminate all electronic entertainment and tracking. Have some good oatmeal gruel for breakfast and go out and improve your life and the world. Oh, if the power goes off, what will you do to heat the water? Cut the forest beyond that back fence?

Stop updating my life, software, games -- please

Adobe has an update, Firefox has an update, facebook games are updating -- everyone is sure it is for a better life for me. But I am so old... I don't need an update that I can't handle, sigh.

I just mention it because now homosexuals may serve proudly in the US Military. Updating the software of social life in military life. Now every service member has always been encouraged to serve proudly in the military. There never has been an aptitude test, combat readiness test nor gender preference test that has been based on sexual orientation. But with that decision the military will have to figure out marriage, partnerships, joint assignments, housing - survivor benefits, and we will have to mark the records so no one in promotions boards will show bias either way based on marital status; martial status has always been fair game.

Oh, I really don't care if I sleep beside a homosexual in the field, combat or in my fighting vehicle - shucks, even if they were a beautiful, hot bod, and so sexy - I just am not going to get attracted to another soldier, sailor or airperson -- and Marines are only great for movies and fighting. What do I do if there is youthful foolish Public Displays of Affection? Well, tell them to cut it out and get back to mature military bearing. I am not going to ask if the Articles in the Code of Conduct about homosexual activity have been rescinded. They didn't change the adultery article, although it is very selectively enforced. Only those things that are disruptive to good order and discipline should ever be noticed and enforced. But most of the military is young, and without sufficient sinning in one's life the tolerance level isn't high enough to stop bullying and fear of failures (survival instincts).

It does seem to be part of the continuing decline in civilization, redefining the family and what is good conduct - what actions people are responsible for, which ones they just couldn't resist.

I did take a picture of the decline of the world near me, but I actually got out of the house, went and stimulated the economy and did some praise worthy activity for home maintenance (don't look too close). Anyway, when there was money and money poured in to increase public transportation the local bus service expanded, and now? Well, there isn't that much money although all the managers hired for the expansion are still working. Do you think there were signs in Rome when the borders closed, the bridges couldn't be maintained, courts were no longer effective...

Evolutionary progress...

There he is, a working man, sitting behind the wheel of his AWD pick'm up truck, he has GPS, a cellphone, an iPad, tools and a place to be and things to do. He drives through the quiet pre-dawn, certain that he has been lucky. He is an American, the greatest country in the world. Winner of the Cold War, World War II, and the Civil War. He flies Old Glory at his home, most of the world can't live as well as he does. Medical and dental plans for him and his family, mostly honest police until you get to the big city where it seems everyone is corrupt, at least on news and drama shows.

He had great parents that taught him well, a school system that was boring but then he got out of it all he wanted, the diploma and work. He is really lucky, not a criminal bone in his body, he passes that sign that announces that Speed Limit Strictly Enforced. Of course it is, he thinks to himself, they have radar and cameras everywhere. He is wearing his seat belt, not drinking alcohol nor smoking some strange substance, his radio plays country music but no one knows outside of his truck, not a booming bass driving his mind into frenzy. He enters the small town.

A one-horse town, they once thought of them, it does have one traffic light. No traffic at this time of the morning, they even have DOT cameras to catch the action and photo shots for traffic tickets. As he rolls to the intersection the light turns red and he stops. Completely, and he waits, burning $3.69 a gallon fuel, with ethanol added to increase corn costs... as he waits he thinks about how Abraham Lincoln would have done this... oh, no traffic lights then. Kit Carson would have gone on, blazing through - heck, he was a run away apprentice, couldn't bottle him up. And he waits for the light to change. You do have to live by rules, everyone agrees, if the light wasn't here there might have been an accident, not this morning on this empty road, but still it was for his protection, so he waits. He is sure that just his impatience is making him think that he has been waiting too long, something is wrong with the light. Not that a simple electric machine with a computer chip would ever be wrong... if Candid Camera were still on the television he would think this was a practical joke. Haven't two songs played already? He waits, he has doubts in the light, in the government - if he pulls through the light there will be a policeman to turn on his lights and give him a ticket, look over his car, ask him to open his storage.... always something. He waits, the light has become the center of his life - it can't be working, can it? He would call someone and complain, except he can't use his cellphone while operating his vehicle. He waits for permission to move, granted by the all powerful traffic light... the center of his life NOW.

Evolutionary changes in human beings? Maybe... certainly have more than enough rules against common sense.

Nothing important...

My brother sent me a video to watch, and the comment that those people vote. Yep, they do, and I was sure it was a Kennedy that bought his victory in West Virginia for two dollars a vote, cash. They had a price.

What I found interesting was looking at the Mall crowd at a Sarah Palin book signing, and trying to figure out which people were carrying a firearm. They were from the Right side, and according to the editor of the video didn't have a clue about politics. So they must have had firearms.

I should do some more of that viewing especially in crowd scenes. I will be going to church soon, and maybe a movie later, as I look over the crowd can I find all the people carrying? One out of seven qualified adults have concealed carry permits in Washington state - one out of seven. Should be able to find one a day, shouldn't I?

How, where, when do I find myself?

Oh, and Why?

This is going to be quick, after all I am standing with God and there is so much to do. It looks like there are many people doing just what I am writing about, trying to 'find' themselves. I am not sure it is for themselves as much as to be stereotyped into a consumer classification. Google, facebook and others take all your information, which they gather and bundle to sell to those that really don't know you but want to help you experience - whatever it is they are selling.

I have half a house of failed experience, and it is often in the way, and too heavy to move too often. All the love I have been given, have stolen and grew and gave away - it doesn't weigh much, I never stumble over it in the dark and brings smiles to my heart and lifts my soul. While I was looking into the entertainment wasteland that is called television, or cablevision or whatever service one has, (we really pay for those chains that hold us back?) I found the music, and I have been turning on the Blues, Country and softer stuff, don't have to look at it, and it lifts me up.

Well, I have had interesting emails and real mails, I have stuff to do. Harley-Davidson has realized that the Baby-boomer generation is about done with motorcycling for style and sex. So I guess if I don't look like lovely in the picture I can forget about their product line. Time for breakfast, shave and get on with doing better in preparation of my much better half's return to saving me from lonely.

My cousin is leaving Brazil today, she has been visiting her brother in the hospital, his children are arriving now and she will return to New Zealand. She mentions having lots of God talk while there with people around her, she is a minister/pastor. I like the idea that there are places that having God talk is happening, and even better that people aren't afraid to join in and share, and that it helps define where you could find oneself.

Oh, don't worry about me, I get to call my wife today and exchange visions and values, and she may tell me she loves me, just in case I forgot or she got flighty (that only happens under my youthful influence).

Morning, mourning...

My wife went back to Korea, and I miss her but still feel connected - you should see how messed up the house is, waiting for her return. An important part of why she went back now is the family has to decide to rejoin the grave sites of their parents. Her brother sold the family lands years ago so he could buy or start up a great business, the other truth is that every one moved far away from the farmland and hills, and the mother moved with her children. Her brother is getting way up there in years, and this could be the best time to get it done. Ancestor worship say the European observers, watching families come to the grave sites, cutting the grass, setting up the rice cakes, wine and then watching the bows of respect given towards the site, and the conversation with the dead. Ancestor worship is not a religion - it is an acceptance of the continuing importance of the departed in the order of the lives left behind, and very much an acknowledgement of life everlasting. Actually the people honoring their ancestors may have a very God-centered religion that has nothing to do with the memorial ceremony.

I have one of those digital picture frames and put a thumb drive with lots of pictures in it. Two main subjects, the wonder of ME and then the awesome GRANDson. Yes, there are others, one of my joys is a picture of over a hundred years ago and another William Dungey, with his parents and his brothers and sisters. He was the reason I am called Earl by all those that love me, and William by government agencies and telemarketeers. We lived close when I was very young and one Will Dungey to answer the call would be enough. The first funeral I went to that I remember was his, I was old enough to understand that the person in the casket wasn't my grandfather and I didn't like the whole idea, I was too young to know that it was for the living and my grandfather was off to glory, probably tinkering and fixing what might be broken in Heaven. I avoided funerals thereafter, except all the fallen from North Texas and Oklahoma I helped honor in military funerals in 1970, Vietnam - they weren't just names upon a future black wall, they had people and family that cried...

I watched some of the ten year 911 Memorial Tribute, and was happy that Mayor Bloomberg couldn't keep religion, the police or firemen out of the tribute. Seems that God has been on that site for a long, long time and His name was called on often as they read the names of those that died. And funny how that works out, but fallen firefighters, police and emergency medical service people seem to have come from or started a new service traditions. Many from their families were proudly wearing the uniforms as they honored their dead. Sure enough, the mainstream media didn't have the patience for over three thousand names. How do you know it is time for war, Mr. President? You read all the names on the Vietnam Memorial and then decide you can afford to make that kind of a mark again. Ever visit the European grave sites? thousands of Crosses, Stars of David, marking where a love was lost, a life was lost, the final payment for our future.

My parents' pictures cycle through the slideshow, wedding day, family portraits and their last formal picture together for their church. Stirs my memory and I again feel the love they shared with me and others.

One of my great aunts or distant (don't count the levels) cousin once remarked that she hated the family gatherings - she always associated them with a funeral. Sad, but it might have been very true - seems like no matter about medicine and science or government benevolence it does look like no one is getting out of this life alive. But then there is the promise of life in the hereafter, always has been, ever will be. I don't have to tell you what I believe or why, another time when you are ready and I can help, but it is there. The truth is most people found it or find it much sooner than I, but it isn't a race, a contest: it is the acceptance of the Lord's Love. As important for those left behind as those that go before.

My cousin's wife passed on yesterday, went to sleep and left. Years of pain, fighting cancer, counting on love and prayer and maybe another treatment that might help - all over, done. What remains? Well, there are pictures, and all the love that she gave away, that grew up and spilled over and goes on. From this far vista, the internet computer linked monitor, I smile gently a bit sad for all those that have to work and raise the next generations, and they have a great start on it. I like to think that she is also looking on with love at all that she left behind, husband, children, grandchildren, friends and neighbors. Of all the things we have left: sorrow and pain, nightmares, bad days, months and years, whatever we have had from the departed the only thing that is worth keeping is the Love shared. It will always be the best thing they had to give.

Still Learnin' ...

Thought while at church, over coffee after, that instead of a sign saying 'No Trespassing' or 'No Soliciting' it would be better to have a nice sign on the door saying "If you want to be SAVED, knock and it will be opened." A much more positive message than the other two, and will discourage some that you don't want to meet.

I did two church services today; the Tacoma First Baptist, English Language Ministry with Pastor Choi at 0920, and the United Methodist at 11:35 (went in at the Sermon). Both Pastor's have accent and language challenges (Korean and Samoan). One was preaching on the five loaves and two fishes and the other was preaching on Love and Forgiveness of your Enemies. Had coffee twice and I even went to lunch with my friend Hal. My wife was missed at her church, I had a few of her friends checking to see if I had contacted her and how she was. Said many hello's at the United Methodists, and was amazed at the growth in the children since the last time I had dropped in. They do it so fast, or old people are seeing in slow motion as well as everything else that has slowed down.

I rode off North on Pacific Avenue to have lunch with Hal at Crickets, leaving my right turn signal on the whole way, according to my friend who was driving directly behind me. I would have turned it on early anyway, a car that wanted to enter saw the turn signal and pulled quickly out in front of me, and I hit brakes and came to a sudden stop, laying the bike on the asphalt... No, I didn't lock it up, wasn't thrown, but once the wheels stop turning the bike gets ready to lean to the ground and one has to get feet placed. It all happened too fast. It is a hot day, but I was in my leather jacket, and had my helmet. My friend helped me get the bike up, and I rolled it out of the way. Lots of folks got out and asked if I was okay, we checked some stuff, fixed a bit the twist and scrape damage that stopped the clutch lever, the headlight (didn't I just get that replaced this year?) needs adjusting with the wind shield, and the left rear turn signal. But I could ride it home after we had lunch. I didn't hit the lady that had pulled out, she was out of her car and willing to help in many ways, the sudden of the stop wears off and you can really talk normally after about thirty minutes.

Now Hal was sure he didn't see my head hit the ground, and I was going less that twenty when I stopped, like zero. But there are scratches on the helmet and face shield on the left side and the leather jacket has a light brown patch where it protected a bit my lower arm/elbow - which has a bruise the same size. Will take a few aspirin and cool out at home. There are other little twinges to whine about but like I told the driver that pulled out in front of me, I didn't hit her, I am not really hurt and thanks for stopping and caring. Good accidents are the only one worth having.

No you aren't paranoid, they are out to get you...

I went on my walk, feeling fine about posting that we don't want a 9/11/11 to happen, and that the terrorists aren't going to do what they did last time, but that they would probably try to attack again.

When the original attack happened I questioned the choice of the date, still don't know for sure why 9/11 -- I don't think it was because the US uses 9-1-1 as an emergency number, but they did have their own reason.

As I walked my mind took it a step farther, one Homeland Security and the City of New York are prepared for an attack on 9/11/11. So the Evil-doers will likely go for a different date and time, and PLACE! Just seems to me.

Perfect time 050607 09/10/11, Los Angeles or Las Vegas. I would go with LA, long coast and concentrated differently than Las Vegas - Attack the water supply in Nevada, attack by air in LA. Poison gas in containers on the highway or from ships.

Now, I don't want anything to happen, just working through the exercise.

Cling to God, family and friends, and attack if threatened, and be thankful if nothing happens. It is true that most of our enemies are upset with our efforts to fight them where we find them. Like I said, Thank God for that.

I am sure the Post Office is in trouble because...

they aren't operating on a profit principle. There are three or more carriers of packages and delivery services that are making money, but not the US Postal Service. Remembering that those other services can deliver M1 Garands and ammunition to my front door and the postal service can't. Remembering that my wife, who needs to check up on me, can't call our home phone directly and get me to answer - we once wrote each other - well, more than once, and from several different countries with different stamps and currencies. One of my cousins forwarded a little note about the changes in our country over the lifetime of a fifty-nine year old woman - questioned the nickle getting you one first class letter and two postcards, but it was true.

Part of the problem is that politics have been in charge, and more for the little people has always been a goal of politicians. Giving more and more for less. Countless forests have been cleared to provide the bulk of fourth class bulk mail volume.

Messages to Earl in the mail this week, month or last half year - delivered by mail. Four. Messages to Earl delivered by hotmail.com (no, I don't count them, most I delete), lots! Messages left on my home telephone on the answering service, many. I pay for connections and service, and will cut back as I continue to live less in real time and reality.

My wife's friend (Bobby's Mother) called and left a message that my wife had called her, that she couldn't get through to our phone, something is wrong, to call her at her sister's home. So I called three times, and I couldn't get through from this side. I tried but I am not concerned, it didn't happen. And I know when my wife's flight will arrive in SeaTac airport. My cousin, living in New Zealand is off to Brazil to visit her brother. I get that through facebook, nice thing about it is that it is instant and you can pray that her trip and her brother are watched over by the Lord. I was born into a world where mail from South America was by slow boat for bulk (packages) or light weight aerograms, or telegrams of few words but much joy or sorrow almost instantly. Progress, now my wife can expect to get her home telephone answering machine if not her very strange husband.

I am sure that she won't send a letter, but I ought to - just to make her know I miss her and care that she called. Yes, I have her address, I once even knew how to write it in Korean. The English version will work. I have to help the US Postal Service, first class all the way!

And why are you unhappy? 9/11 edition...

I dropped into a couple of my favor blogs and found some fuel to jot out a note.

It could be that one of the many reasons most Americans are not perfectly pleased with the World as they see it -- it could be because we haven't won the WAR on TERROR. And they know we should have, they know we shouldn't have been attacked, and if the government is helpless to protect us (remember they grounded all flights in fear).

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I get the anniversary messages, ten years ago this thing happened, and we finally killed the leader of that terrorist gang. Ten years, because we chose to do other things --- pretending that fear, or terror would never happen again. That those people will just have to change and get to be like us so much better. I was on a walk with some staff and tried to explain to the Secretary of State (only of Washington State) that the reason we weren't going to win in Iraq or Afghanistan was that we didn't dream the same dreams, didn't have the same old stories to reinforce values, conduct and culture. Nation building is neo-colonialism, and thinking that just by being Americans we will be able to convert the radicals to moderates is so Leftist (although Lenin and Mao would have done it so very differently).

So maybe when it comes to Obamacare, the economy, or the basic value of our lives we just aren't happy because 9/11 stands out as unfortunate, unforgiven and very unfinished. The reasons twenty men would commit such an attack have not changed, although the TSA says it has stopped so many more attacks, the FBI is still warning that cowering in your bunker only works when everything stops moving and media aren't invited.

So, what are you doing to make the World safer? Yeah, clean and reload the guns and don't hide, or run away from the shooters. God can save you, the government can't.

Labour Day! non-International workers divided...

This holiday has always made me wonder, but it was a political choice - to honor American workers and their potential political power, by giving all retailers another chance to offer more than it is worth to people with no time card to punch for the day. Still, it does make another unofficial four day weekend for the military that aren't deployed, on duty or training this weekend. I wonder if they will ever start to have a non-tax payer or non-worker day to honor all those under- or unemployed? No, they haven't changed the meaning of honor enough yet - but they are working on it.

I laughed last night, I have always laughed at my wife's adjustment to my being out of the house and gone somewhere. She will be sleeping on the floor in front of the television, with flash lights, whistle and some short club-type piece of wood (an Asian version of something to press clothes with). But last night I realized that the house makes strange noises in the dark, could be someone trying to break in, could be. I wasn't too worried, there were five pistols on the kitchen island for cleaning, although my first thought was to where the nearest knife was (no, not kitchen knives - but they would have worked). If the house goes totally silent, the power must be off and then natural sounds from the outside will creep (or come slamming) in with one.

On the idle amusement side of life alone, is the thought that I could drop the dining room table (we only use it for feasts for two or guests, we don't do many guests) and move the piano and make a music room. In the I am a smarter husband than that (see, I really do think she will return on 1 October) is the sure knowledge I don't do major permanent furniture shoving without my wife's guidance and admonishments not to do it myself 'she will help'. Key to a longer married to the same person life, that and find the one that can't live without you (and reverse).

In the virtual toy box of computer games for FREE, I have found something I had to have so I bought it. I am turning off the computer more, like the television they are not improving the current Earl, the house isn't getting its share of my attention, the motorcycle and the guns and the jog are on delay or just fading memories if I don't shut amusements down. It won't help the economy, but I might wear out a set or two of jogging shoes, buy more bullets (National Ammo Day is on the Way!) or at least fuel for the Trusty Triumph --- if I don't squander my time (quickly running away) and my mind (long gone) on making virtual toy makers richer by my lack of discipline. I guess hating to have some commercial interruption in my life is a great thing to protect me from being sucked into an only digital representation of life... Well, bye for now - seems I have to collect some rents, visit my allies for political and staffing fees, fight some mythical monsters - or I could have breakfast and go jog. Don't we have so much to be thankful for? Yes, we do.

Some Sunday morning when I am...

Rode the Trusty Triumph to Church today, combined service, which means the Koreans are sure they are going to conquer America and convert the heathen (No, not really). If they don't have an American English speaking minister next week I will start visiting other churches until my wife returns. It did make me think that the tongues of flame and the speaking in tongues would have been better as listening in tongues, so everyone would understand the Gospel. I do have to admit the Korean Service has a real pounding drummer, must be a semi-pro in an earlier life.

Just a great day for riding the motorcycle, and it worked well. Later I put it away and grabbed the Caravan and went to Range 15 to shoot my concealed carry pistols. So the judgement is in, if you want to be shot by me, call me up and ask for the .45 APC pistol. I think the single action and the better fit of my hand helps me shoot it better, the 9mm is short and double action and I might hit you easy and it is only a 9mm, not a water buffalo hunting firearm at all.

Okay, I will pretend I am not afraid to leave the house...

I hopped upon the Trusty Triumph after a fine breakfast of sausage and eggs, saving the oatmeal gruel for dinner. Two red ripe tomatoes from the garden today, and I watered the garden and the one indoor plant I was told about, best get the ones I wasn't told about tomorrow before church. Combined service, I am not going to be happy, but will ride the motorcycle anyway.

Oh, I rode to Ruston Way and walked, and looked hard at the life around me, the one baby was really cute, I waved at him watching, and almost a minute later he figured out how to make his left hand wave back, too cool. I can still corrupt the youth. Like the glasses, I am getting so old.

Not only don't group well, but solo has problems...

I went to see The Debt, and it is recommended by me. The remainder of my day was not worthy, although I talked to a motorcyclist from Connecticut as I put a twenty's worth of fuel in the Caravan. Maybe I will do better on Friday.