Monday's Missives

Persimmons. I take a lot of pics of persimmons don't I? They capture my attention for some reason.

Mmmmm, let me see here- about some nice fish or a crawdad this morning...

Creepy cactus bugs being all creepy and buggie.

Turd roller be rollin'.

• Those skinny leg suits with the 2 sizes too small jackets models are wearing look about as ridiculous as the black NFL football players hair weaves. In 20 years will people make fun of them both or be too terrified of looking like they hate black and gay people?
• FG and her dumb cat were lying by and on me on the couch earlier- wallowing all over me as we say. As I was thinking about how dumb he is and how much I hated his guts he looked at me and said, Meow! He then reached his paw out at me and touched my belly and laid his head against my arm and dozed off. FG then hugged my other arm and said, You are soooo snuggly. This is nice.
• Will I miss all that when it is over?
• Built To Kill: what we're watching (01/11/2015).

  

  What The?! What hit that car- a boat?

  
  

  

  At a local business. The funny thing is- this is the second time I've seen a vehicle stuck up on that rock.
• I just (01/12/2015) got back from visiting a friend in a physical therapy rehab facility. If I'm lying- I'm dying, she is in the same room- same bed that one of my last hospice patients croaked in. She is across the hall from a famous person's relative I cared for and when we turned down that hall I was sure we were going to take a right and be in that room. Nope- we took a left into the room of death (the famous person's relative didn't die while under my care).
• Just don't tell her please- it would freak her out.

  

  Have I shown you this pic before? Murica!

  
  

  

  A pen I carried during The War.

• One of those weird things that I can't forget: Some people with lymphoma will experience pain at the site(s) of their affected lymph nodes. The number of patients is low (probably less than 30%) but of those, the pain may be excruciating and exquisite (meaning it will be bad,  happen every time and with as little as one drink). A funny thing about the way those little tidbits work is, it would be worthless [and ridiculous] to use a shot of tequila for a part of a battery of tests but if a patient tells a doctor or nurse their armpit hurts after a random shot or glass of wine- that ought to get some attention.

  

  Found in the bottom of a box in my storage. Murica!

• Things I learned about my self and others during a long period of abstinence: In regards to the opposite sex- if you want more sex than you ever had in your life apparently let it be known you don't want to have sex until you're married. Not that it happened every day but multiple women begged me to have the seks with them. When it came to my understanding of myself one woman was good with no sex although we spent lots of time together. Thoughtlessly, I would walk out of a restroom in my underwear to change to go swimming or go out. There was a mutual attraction so it isn't like I totally disrespected her and looked at her as if she had the perceived sex appeal of a houseplant or whatever but I didn't think anybody could get that worked up over me. She said to the effect, No sex is fine- for now if that is what you want but you can't keep strolling around here in your underwear- it drives me nuts and I get all worked up and you know it and it isn't right.
  
• Today (01/19/2015) as I drove down 183 toward Mineral Wells I saw a  goober from from Roger Williams check traffic to his left and right with his hand shading his eyes from the glare of the sun. He did this apparently without realizing his having to do this meant drivers would be similarly affected.  He stepped in front of me right when the glare hit me the worst and I only caught him out of the corner of my eye- and I mean barely. I slammed on my brakes and steered away from him while honking the horn. He waved with a goofy passive-aggressive grin and kept walking. 
• Keep it cute homes. 
• You are literally only alive because I'm such a good driver and you were nearly dead because you are oblivious.
  
  
  
  
  
  

  

  In front of an antique store in Mineral Wells.

• Once you know somebody with a dementia such as Alzheimer's you can pick others out of a crowd similarly affected- even by looking at a picture. They just have that look.

Thursday's Thoughts

The Timberland SQ2. This is actually the tent when somebody says tent.. The tent covered by a rain fly is below.

It battens down nice and snug and is exceptionally well ventilated

It is an easy 2.5 person tent

especially with the vestibule which is accessible from the interior.

• A couple of days ago I saw a pic on a news browser with a description to the effect, " Fans line up to exchange Rice jerseys". There were hundreds of people. I literally have no idea who Rice is or what he is accused of and I am quite sure I am all the better for that fact.
• Wait, by osmosis I think I have learned he was the one who beat up a girlfriend- right?
• We're watching Bill And Ted's Excellent Adventure.
• Party on-dude.

  

  An old video camera which surfaced from the detritus of one of my former lives recently. It was purchased to film me and my buddies machine gun competition performance. A former in law threw the charger way after I left it at her house. When I asked her about it she said, I didn't know what it was, so I threw it away.

  
  

  

  It was noted to be in the bag of recycles in the bed of my my truck.

  
  

  

  Since we were camping as is so often my wont I challenged myself to a thought exercise- to wit: What would we do  if we were stranded on a deserted island with only a dumb, ancient video camera?

  
  

  

  At least we wouldn't go hungry

  
  

  

  and I would feel less sad and bummed out while rockin' my awesome bracelet and you would have somebody to look up to who is accessorized cooler than you.

  
  

  

  We could use this quite powerful lens to look at bugs and stuff. Or yeah, I guess we could start a fire or whatever. Quit shivering you big whiney baby.
• A few days ago as of this writing (09/23/2014) I learned William Tweed embezzled as much as 200 million dollars- in the 1870s. That is bind moggling. I knew Thomas Nast's cartoons were part of his downfall but I also learned their omnipresence led to his identification after he fled and was found working as a seamen on a Spanish ship. He died in jail of pneumonia
• On 08/29/2014 I wrote in my journal of truth justice and the American way: "People oddly get offended when I won't let my children watch a movie the offended party has determined is OK for their children to watch. Just because you feel guilty doesn't mean I have judged you as such."

  

  A great comfort product with at 2.5 ounces a very low weight burden. It is an REI branded inflatable camping pillow. It won't work well in a bag that doesn't have a hood and a pillow pocket type hood is even better but I love it. There are some ideas bouncing around in my head-brain to keep it in one place overnight. Place a dab of Velcro in my sleeping bags and on the pillow might be a solution but I don't know.  Somebody smart tell me what I should do please.

  
  

  

  Big Agnes Double Z-Core mat. Get one yesterday if you camp at all- even if you use a cot. Inflated it is 4 inches thick of awesome. It has a two piece valve that allows inflation without air loss then very rapid deflation when it is time to head back to civilization. Get the wide/long. You'll find it in REIs awesome section.

  
  

  

  I almost always lay everything out as we pack up to head to the casa. Everything gets cleaned and repacked. Trash and dirties are separated and I consider what did and did not get used, what might work better etc. It only hit me on my last trip- it is a holdover from the Army. Interesting.

• Scatter brained or scatterbrained? Oh, according to my spell check it is all one word.
  
  
  
  

  

  In the back seat of my truck. Some things just because you can do them doesn't mean you should- others, because you can- you absolutely must.

• This morning (09/24/2014) on the way to work I tapped my brakes a bit causing the orange in my passenger seat to fly off and shoot forward like it had been shot by a fruit cannon. It's friend the apple I took note remained in place. Later a woman thought it best to pull over into my lane and stop- as quickly as she could. The apple flew forward when I braked. I saw it take off, heard it bounce around and I assumed it turned into applesauce somewhere under the seat. The problem is I can't find it. No, I haven't turned the truck upside down and shook it out- but a good 5 minute search was fruitless.
• Ha- fruitless- get it?!
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

  

  In the morning it was slightly bruised looking but not soft in the least. When I got home it looked like this. I blame ebola.