June 18, 2024

Messing with the kids

Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again asking why I didn’t do something useful with my time.

Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing, I said.

Talking about my “doing something useful” seems to be her favorite topic of conversation.

She was “only thinking of me” and suggested I go down to the senior center and hang out with the guys.

I did this and when I got home last night, I decided to teach her a lesson about staying out of my business.

I e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a parachute club.

She replied, “Are you nuts? you are 73 years old, and now you’re going to start jumping out of airplanes?”

I told her that I even got a membership card and e-mailed a copy to her.

She immediately telephoned me, “Good grief, where are your glasses! This is a membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club.”

Oh man, I’m in trouble again; I really don’t know what to do… I signed up for five jumps a week.”

The line went quiet and her friend picked up the phone and said that my daughter had fainted.

Life as a senior citizen is not getting any easier but sometimes it can be fun.

June 17, 2024

Start me up

I had a great Father’s Day. My boys called me up to wish me a happy day. My daughter made a great dinner with steak and spuds. Desert was peach cobbler - she knows I love peaches. In fact, the wife took me for ice cream in the afternoon and I had…peach ice cream! 

In other news the Cubs are sucking these days. It’s not a new thing, they’ve been bad for most of my life. I don’t expect them to win a World Series every year. Actually averaging more than three hits a game would be nice. 

It is going to be hot this week. Temps are forecasted for the  90s with high humidity. The weather people want to panic. I opine it is summer. 

Since I regularly comment on the weather when I have nothing to write about (most days) a perusal of the old blog for June of most years will show entries complaining about the heat. 

So it goes. 

I have a conference call with some people in Germany. Gotta go. Have a good Monday.

June 16, 2024

Happy Father’s Day

 …to all you Dads out there. 

I miss you , Pop.

June 15, 2024

There is a house in New Orleans

It is a glorious Saturday here at the old homestead. Birds are singing, rabbits are hopping, squirrels are chattering, and chipmunks skulk around the flower beds. Classic rock plays softly on my spy speaker while I hunt and peck on the keyboard. 

What? I see you waving your arm in the air. Yes, you can go to the restroom…no? Oh, yeah, I did say not to expect a post today. Hm. Well, Surprise! 

Geez, now what do you want? Uh huh. Yes. Well actually I never promised a quality post, now did I?*

And you aren’t getting one either: a quality post. You are getting words and paragraphs. Hey, sometimes in life you get what you pay for. At least I’m not spinning around that tablet looking for a tip. I’m not saying I would not welcome some cash if you want to send it, I’m just not asking. I suspect not many of you would look askance at an unexpected windfall. 

I am reminded of a time back in junior high. I found a five dollar bill in the hallway. I took the money to the office. It was probably somebody’s lunch money. All I could think about is how I would feel if I lost my lunch funds. Some of my friends thought me a fool to give up found cash. Some fifty years later I still do not regret my decision. Of course ever-cynical me is pretty sure the lady in the office pocketed the fiver thinking “Hey, free money!”

B This attitude probably explains why my bank account totters on the edge of negative far too often in the days prior to payday. That and Bidenomics. But you knew that.

* read this if you want a quality post.

June 14, 2024

When all else fails

My writer’s block extends to this journal. Here is some music:

Have a great Friday.

I wouldn’t get my hopes up for a Saturday post.

June 13, 2024

Do not believe your lying eyes

The press propaganda arm of the Democratic Party wants you to believe all is well with the economy. They shout to heaven that inflation was only 3% last month and that is good because it could have been higher. What it really means is that figurative dollar on your debit card bought you 3% less than it did last month. 

Me? I bought gas and groceries. Don’t try to tell me everything is rosey and all we need is a little more Bidenomics to make everything glorious. I doubt you are that dumb either. 

The bottom line is everything is up 20-30% since Biden took office. Don’t believe the talking heads when they try to convince you that our senile chief executive is doing a great job. Look at that receipt from the grocery store and make an informed decision come November.

June 12, 2024


I was set to write a screed about one Biden guilty of gun charges while another bumbles through a “we need more gun control laws” speech on the same day.  I won’t. You can find just such an editorial all over the web, 

Instead, let’s just listen to more music. 

This is quite possibly one of the saddest songs ever penned:

June 11, 2024

Ain't gonna need to tell the truth, tell no lie

If you stopped by for meaningful content today you are out of luck.

Listen to some old rock music instead.

June 10, 2024

If this is the best I can do on a Monday it will be a long week

June 2024

Today it is expected to be chilly for a Monday in June. I’m not worried, regular summer heat is forecasted to arrive my mid-week along with lots of sun. 

The day lilies along my patio sure do not mind the weather. I snapped this picture yesterday while I was relaxing with a nice cigar on the patio. 

We had a good weekend, I cooked up a birthday dinner for the wife Saturday. Sunday we went to have a steak at Texas Roadhouse. We used a gift certificate sent by the oldest boy for his mom’s birthday. 

Work entered my head early this morning and I couldn’t get back to sleep. So here I am typing boring drivel for you in order to avoid firing up the laptop at 5:30 am. The good thing is I have a weekly afternoon meeting with my boss on Monday afternoon, so I will not have to fight the urge to fall asleep at my desk this afternoon!

June 9, 2024


Sixteen year-old William Ayres was sure he could be one of the greatest gunfighters of all time. He longed to see his name and exploits written about in the dime novels. Just what he would do to become famous, he was not sure, but he knew it involved being good with a gun. He practiced every day with his old Navy Colt, drawing and dry firing until he was sure he just might be the fastest man alive with a gun. All he needed was cartridges and opportunity to prove himself.  

Every day William went into the woods outside of Jefferson and practiced. He would draw and pull the trigger in one smooth motion. He mimed firing until he could save up for ammunition. William was worried about his nickname. Billy the Kid was taken. He thought he would go by Six Gun Bill or maybe the Jefferson Kid.  Ayres was reluctant to refer to himself as “Kid”.  He was slight and small of build. His features were boyish and a bit feminine. His gun was manly enough he thought.

Ayres took a job far beneath his self-worth when he agreed to drive some hogs to the railroad chute on the west side of Jefferson. His handful of greenbacks allowed him to buy a box of shells. He was amazed when he finally got to fire his revolver that he could not hit his target. He learned from the dime novels that all of the great gunfighters could hit an ace on a playing card with their six-shooter as easily as pointing a finger. He tacked a playing card to the trunk of a slim maple tree and convinced himself he just barely missed and he was fast enough to fire twice while his opponent was still drawing his gun from the leather holster. Finally, William Ayres hit the trunk of the maple right above the playing card and the Jefferson Kid knew he was ready to take on the wild wooly west.

He didn’t want to ruin a playing card anyway, he convinced himself. William had never played poker, but he knew the rules and was sure he would be good at it. There was no reason to ruin a deck of cards, he decided. After a while he became sure he missed the card on purpose. William stood and emptied the gun quickly into the trunk beside the other bullet from a distance of about eight inches. He smiled smugly. It felt good. That’s the way a true gunfighter can shoot.

The next morning William walked into the bank, pointed his gun, and robbed the teller of just over forty-five dollars. Ayres stole a horse and rode rapidly out of town. He first headed east then circled back to the west, sure he outsmarted any Sheriff’s posse. The self-minted Jefferson Kid was convinced he was now on the road to fame and fortune.

Two weeks later The Jefferson Kid spent the last of his coins to pay a fare to cross the Mississippi River into St. Louis. He was broke, tired, and humiliated. Bad luck started when he lost almost twenty-five dollars somehow. It must have fallen from his pocket buying supplies. Then, who knew it cost so much to stay in hotels and eat in dining rooms and boarding houses? The last place he stayed wanted a dollar to put up his horse in the livery barn for the night. Then his horse threw a shoe and he had to pay a blacksmith to replace it.

William rolled a drunk for a crumpled banknote and  pocket change. He made a dry camp next to the Missouri River in St. Charles, shivering in his blankets in the damp air. That evening The Kid entered a poker game in a riverfront dive and lost all of his cash in just a few minutes. He accused the winner of the hand of cheating. “You want to take that back, boy?” asked the man in the nice black suit, his eyes narrowed in anger. “I will allow you spoke in haste, being so young and all.”

William greedily eyed the modest pot in the center of the table. “I ain’t no boy, I am the Jefferson Kid, also known as Six Gun Bill, and I don’t take kindly to cheaters,” William spoke, his voice cracking just a little. Two players on either side of the poker table scooted away out of the line of fire. The tall man in the suit stood up. William palmed his gun as he half-rose from his chair. He felt the slug hit his gut before he had his gun half out of the leather.  He fell sideways from his chair, the shock and pain beyond anything he ever imagined. Tears filled his eyes as he moaned in agony. His stomach felt like it was on fire.

“Six Gun Bill? More like Slow Gun Bill,” quipped the tall man. The laughter hurt the kid almost as much as the bullet lodged in his abdomen.  The tall stranger gathered up the pot and walked calmly out of the tavern. William Jefferson died three days later, crying for his mother, in intense pain. He was buried in an unmarked grave.


Fifty years later, Jacob Wyatt winched the trunk of a big maple tree onto the slide and adjusted the saw blade. He began to cut long boards from the heartwood. He heard a strange metallic sound on the previous cut. He leaned over the trunk to watch the blade as he pushed the log forward again. The big blade hit a chunk of lead from several bullets buried deep in the heart of the tree. The log kicked back suddenly and with force, striking Jacob in the head. He fell back, the saw blade screaming into the afternoon. A bullet from the gun of the Jefferson Kid had finally killed a man.

June 8, 2024

You'll find a woman, yeah, and you'll find love

 The morning sky is hues of pink and lavender as the rising sun pushes back the darkness. It is a chilly start to this Saturday. Today marks the wife’s redacted birthday. I’m sure it will rain for a bit sometime during the day. It always seems to rain on her birthday. 🎂 

My daughter and her family are coming over for dinner. They are bringing cake,. I’m making my famous lasagne. Kid number 3 has to work and kid number two is in Colorado. The wife is always thrilled to see any of her children and grandchildren. Even if she sees or talks to them nearly every day. 

A squirrel and a rabbit are both munching grass and weeds in the front yard, each seemingly unaware of the other. I’ve no doubt the chipmunk is eyeing both skeptically from the shelter of the flower bed. It is a veritable rodent zoo around here. 

Enjoy your Saturday.

June 7, 2024

Bob Dylan told us times were a changing

We went to a funeral yesterday. It was for a good friend’s mother. She was in her eighties. Still , it is difficult to lose a loved one.

I wore a suit and tie. I was the only one there dressed in a suit, except the employees of the funeral home. The wife wore a dress. Some people had on ties, a few wore coats. Most were dressed in decent clothing. I do not expect anyone to go buy new clothes just to go to a funeral. 

I do think the guy who showed up in filthy shorts and a dirty T-shirt wearing a baseball cap to be not only inappropriately dressed, but disrespectful. I guess I’m just an old “Get off my lawn” guy, but it is too much to ask that you not look like you just finished mowing the lawn before you head to the funeral home?

June 6, 2024

June 6

"The most difficult and complicated operation ever to take place" 
The above quote is by Winston Churchill.


Joseph Stalin said 
"The history of war does not know of an undertaking comparable to it for breadth of conception, grandeur of scale, and mastery of execution."

June 6, 1944. Not many under the age of 40, or maybe even 60, know the importance of this date. D-Day. The assault on Normandy, an operation that has never been equaled in the anals of history. The landing location was kept a secret, the Hun was stunned to the very core. Yet it was a close thing. Read the fine history of D-Day by Stephen Ambrose. Did you think Private Ryan was graphic? Read the words of the men at Utah, Gold, Juno, and Omaha beaches.

Nearly 175,000 Canadians, British, and Americans landed on D-day, at a cost of more than 10,000 casualties. We do not know for sure. It was only after several days of fighting that role calls were made, paperwork completed. Over 6,600 Americans were casualties, over 2,000 of those were on Omaha Beach and 2,500 were from the Airborne troops. These men sacrificed to save the world from the likes of Hitler. They freed Europe and saved France from its own traitorous Vichy Government. 

"As the first men jumped, they crumpled and flopped into the water. Then order was lost. It seemed to the men that the only way to get ashore was to dive head first in and swim clear of the fire that was striking the boats. But, as they hit the water, their heavy equipment dragged them down and soon they were struggling to keep afloat. Some were hit in the water and wounded. Some drowned then and there... But some moved safely through the bullet fire to the sand and then, finding they could not hold there, went back in to the water and used it as cover, only their heads sticking out. Those who survived kept moving with the tide, sheltering at times behind underwater obstacles and in this way they finally made their landings.

Within ten minutes of the ramps being lowered, Company A had become inert, leaderless and almost incapable of action. Every officer and Sergeant had been killed or wounded... It had become a struggle for survival and rescue. The men in the water pushed wounded men ashore, and those who had reached the sands crawled back into the water pulling others to land to save them from drowning, in many cases only to see the rescued men wounded again or to be hit themselves. Within twenty minutes of striking the beach Company A had ceased to be an assault company and had become a forlorn little rescue party bent upon survival and the saving of lives." 

Official Unit Report, Company A, 116th Infantry, 29th Division. 

On the backs of these men and the rest of the "Greatest Generation" that we owe our freedom today. Thank God for them in your payers tonight.

June 5, 2024

Goose, gander, politics

You know Hillary and her campaign were fined for actually using campaign money to cover up the Steele dossier. They hid the expense as “legal fees”. Her campaign headquarters were in New York. 

Since this is almost precisely what the New York DA went after Trump for, will we see indictments against Clinton in the coming days? Or was the Trump prosecution purely political?

Next up, should we discuss when Obama paid off his racist preacher Jeremiah Wright to get him to keep quiet until after the election because every time Wright opened his mouth Obama’s poll numbers dipped? I think that is the definition of hush money.

Yeah, yeah, Orange Man bad. 

June 4, 2024

Boo Hoo

 I mentioned a short while back I was having pain in my “good “ foot. Last night  I was making onion rings and I stepped up on a chair to fetch my mandolin from high in the cabinet. Suddenly, I felt a pop and had an excruciating pain in my foot and ankle. I limped around the kitchen preparing supper. After dinner the pain did not subside. I swallowed couple of Advil before bed.

By bedtime my foot was slightly swollen, and still hurt. I found an old ankle brace and strapped it on. Around three in the morning the pain woke me up. I fought it awhile, then moved into the office recliner so I could elevate the limb.

You may remember a few years ago stress fractures from my high arches turned into a significant break in my right foot that required surgery to repair. Yeah, my left foot feels like that this morning. Maybe I pulled something. Maybe it is plantar fasciitis. Maybe it is my hypochondria. Maybe I’ll call the doctor. 

I don’t have time for this right now. The yard needs mowed. The girls have swim meets and dance recitals. We have a 40th anniversary trip coming up. I need to be fully mobile. 

I know, I  need some bread and cheese to go with my whine. There are people with real medical issues out there. Here I am crying about a sore foot. 

June 3, 2024

Feeling 80(s)


I once saw these guys in concert. They opened for the GoGos

June 2, 2024

Judging by the cover

Sitting at the mall yesterday and four women walked by. It was clearly three sisters and the mom. All the sisters were in their forties or fifties. Based on their demeanor, attitude, frowny faces, and haircut, I venture every one of them was named Karen. 

I’m just sayin’.

June 1, 2024

Discounts and free stuff for you

I know you have been dying to read my novel Suburban Moon. Here is what I am going to do to make that happen. Starting today, the kindle version will be a mere $1.99. You can’t hardly even get a Snickers bar for that price, and my book will last a lot longer than a mouthful of peanuts, nougat, and chocolate.

I didn’t say it was as good as a Snickers bar, I said it will take you longer to consume. 

You can even get a FREE kindle reader for your tablet or computer if you need one. How is that for a deal?

Hey, if you take advantage of this deal, or maybe already read the piece o’ crap book, leave me an honest review over there at Amazon, okay?

What? You want further incentive? Here is a music video. 

There you go.

May 31, 2024

What it is about

 Make no mistake, Trump was really convicted of winning the 2016 election. The Democrat party has done everything possible to destroy him since.

Those of you who disagree, can you say with 100% certainty Trump would have been prosecuted had he not proclaimed he was again seeking the Presidency in 2024?

Yeah, I know the answer and so do you. 

May 30, 2024

What a joke

The kangaroo court has spoken.

I’m not surprised. 

It just convinced me to vote for Trump, and that was no sure thing before.

May 29, 2024

Even People in Banana Republics are Shaking Their Heads in Confusion

Let me see if I have this right. A prosecutor runs for election on the promise he is going to prosecute a person for some crime, any crime. He will decide later.

That individual is finally charged. The crime is a misdemeanor. And yes, that misdemeanor was way past the statute of limitations, but if the prosecutor can tie that crime to another crime then it is OK to charge the defendant.  Legal experts all over try to tell the prosecutor that is not how the law works, no one ever has been charged like that, but the prosecutor says "But I promised to get him for something, anything."

The judge decides the defendant cannot exercise his First Amendment rights because the judge doesn't like the fact that the defendant says the judge is biased and his daughter is a fundraiser and major supporter of the other political party, even though it is absolutely true. The judge threatens to fine and send the defendant to jail if he says anything negative about his trial.

The star witness is an admitted perjurer and felon. He lies in his testimony, and admits he is a thief and embezzler, but we should ignore that because the crimes he is testifying about are so heinous. 

What are those crimes? Despite the Sixth Amendment, which says "[the accused is] informed of the nature and cause of the accusation...to have compulsory witnesses in his favor." The prosecutor and judge decide that naming the crime is prejudicial against the State's case. And to confuse the issue the Judge lets people testify to salacious details that are fun and exciting, but have absolutely nothing to do with bookkeeping entries that may or may not be illegal. 

The judge tells the jury they can choose what additional crime the accused committed. The judge will not tell them the law, the defense cannot have witnesses to describe the law, and believe it or not, the jury does not have to agree on whatever additional crime the defendant did, as long as all twelve think he did something, anything, illegal. 

Oh, the defendant is a politician and of the other party from the judge and prosecutor. 

But we are not to think any of this is political nor unfair.


Yesterday was a cluster of inconveniences. I went out about noon to check the mail and discovered the Grand Cherokee had a flat. Remarkably, I did not swear. My drive slopes toward the street. It is not all that steep, but more than I want to worry about jacking up a big old SUV. 

I dragged out my little tiny air compressor and plugged it into what old phartz like me call the cigarette lighter port, even though cigarette lighters in the car disappeared years ago. I blew the tire up to about 25 psi and backed the car into the street and parked next to the curb. I decided to see what happens. I moseyed back out thirty minutes or so later and the tire had lost maybe a pound or two of pressure.

I filled it up some more and drove a couple of miles to the tire store. They said they could get to it in a few hours. I called the wife and she picked me up. 

The tire store called to tell me the key for the locking lug nuts was nowhere to be found. Only one other place has ever touched the vehicle; the dealer where I get it serviced ( it came with three years of free oil changes). I had the wife drive me there. I was willing to buy a new lug nut key. The company would pay, it’s their car. 

Dealer parts guy says can’t help me. Suggests I talk to service. Service guy shrugs and says he can’t help me unless I have the car. I keep my cool and tell him there is no way I’m paying to tow a car when they lost the key. He shrugs. Standoff. I swear under my breath as I tell the wife to take me to the tire store. 

I find the package of lug nuts they replaced with the locking nuts and the empty slot where the key went. The kit was a Mopar kit. Of course the Chrysler Jeep dealer can get the key. I swore some more. Tire store filled up the tire with air and I managed to get the car to the dealer. 

I triumphly shoved the package in the service guy’s face pointing to the empty key space. “We can’t get to it until tomorrow,” he tells me. It is now 5:45. I’m not surprised at all. I tell him to change the oil while he has the car, it is due in about 1000 miles anyway. 

“And while you are rotating the tires, put the regular lug nuts back on,” I tell him. I never wanted the fancy locking SOBs anyway. The dealer added those as a way to jack up the cost to the leasing company. I don’t want to deal with it going forward. 

May 28, 2024

A Great Dane makes a lousy lap dog

Happy Tuesday. This will be a short work week and I’m good with that. 

I went get some more mulch yesterday while it is still on sale and I swing by Chik-fil-A on the way home to grab us some lunch.  Why is it there is always that one tool who cannot get with the program? 

This location has dual drive-thru lanes. The nice workers take your order and then you pull forward to where the lanes merge into one. Any right thinking civilized person can see you merge right, left, right, left. Even if you cannot grasp the concept you should get it through the example of the cars in front of you, yet there is always that one jerk who absolutely NEEDS his food one car sooner and shoves his way forward out of turn - right, left, right, right. What is with these people?

Anyway, I finished filling in the area by the patio with mulch. It looks much better. I will have to go back down to Lowe’s today to get a refund on two bags of mulch that had some mildewed/molded mulch in the bag. 

It’s work time. Have a great day. 

May 27, 2024

Decoration Day

Today is the day to remember those who gave their lives in service to their country. It is a day of sober reflection. 

Take a moment to remember those fallen heroes. 

May 25, 2024

Cloudy with a chance of napping

I stayed up late last night. I’m up early this morning. That’s not a combination I recommend. It means a nap this afternoon, I suspect. 

Some thunderstorms rolled through late yesterday evening. It wasn’t supposed to rain at all yesterday. I swear if I was as bad at forecasting as the folks at the weather bureau, I would be out of a job. 

There’s a couple of paragraphs of pure complaining. Sorry about that. 

I have classic country music playing on my spy device. Johnny Cash was just followed by Dolly singing I Will Always Love You. I always forget the original version is beautiful in a different way than Whitney Houston did it, proving a great song is a great song. 

I’ve rambled enough this morning. Enjoy your Saturday.

May 24, 2024

I lost you to the summer wind

It is finally Friday. Better yet, it is the Friday of a long weekend! The summer season is upon us, I don’t care what the calendar says.Woot! I may knock off early , the piles of paper on my desk notwithstanding. Okay, there are no piles of paper. It is all electronic these days. The only paper on my desk is a stenographer’s tablet I use as a scratch pad. I keep notes, numbers, and all manner of stuff scribbled in the pages. The handwriting is front and back of pages in a never ending mishmash of gibberish to anyone but me. 

Usually the notes are simple stuff. I might write down a part number, the cost, and the markup to get the price so I can type up a quote. I might write down topics to cover in my weekly meeting with the boss. Nothing of interest to an outsider, but a steady reminder of things going back to day one on this job. I’m on my second or third notebook.

How did we get off on that tangent anyway? If the weather stays nice this afternoon and no more time-sucking emergencies arise at work, I may try to get a little yard work done this afternoon. 

The rest of the weekend? As far as I know we have no plans. But I won’t be sitting at my desk, that’s for sure. 

What? Of course I can play someFriday music. That is why you are here isn’t it? 

May 23, 2024

We are having a little party

Yeah, yeah I haven't forgotten about you. The paying work sometimes gets in the way of my hobbies. This is just such a day.

You will get over it.

May 22, 2024

Hiding behind the shrubs

Can someone, anyone, tell me where I can find all of the White Supremacists the president and his cronies keep telling me are everywhere? Where are the losers in their pee-stained bedsheets marching around and burning crosses? Are there secret Nazis in great numbers planning to resurrect Krystalnacht? I want to know, because I too hate Illinois Naxis.. 

I live in the whitest of white suburbs and I cannot find any separate but equal bathrooms. The schools are not segregated. People of color are in pretty much every store and restaurant I visit— shopping and eating, not working. 

I don’t understand how a country as racist as the democrats believe and claim is true about the US allows scholarships exclusively for black people. How did we allow a museum of African American history as part of the Smithsonian if the President is telling the truth?

I am unaware of any place where only white people can vote. Any citizen, regardless of melanin levels can run for office, providing they meet residence and age requirements. 

Given the attention from the a president in his recent speeches, I was sure I would see rallies, meetings, protests, and recruitment from these huge white supremacy groups reported on the local news. 

I guess these low lifes are in your neighborhood, city, town, and state, because they aren’t in mine. 

Look, I know there are racists out there. There is no shortage of bigots. But I do not believe there is cabal of white supremacy fighting to hold down people of color. It is a bogeyman to buy votes and it helps no one.

May 21, 2024

What do you mean it is only Tuesday?

I could type out a  scorching rant about the obvious cognitive dysfunction of the President. He thinks he was VP under Obama during the pandemic. We won’t even get into the slurring of words, falling, and stumbling around lost on stage. If you are so blinded by partisan leanings you refuse to see things as they are, well rest assured our political enemies around the globe sure do. 

Unfortunately, the Veep is possibly worse in so many ways. 

Look, it is a beautiful day and I’m in a good mood. I propose we listen to music instead. I have several songs swirling in my head, but we are going with some outlaw country because I want to.

May 20, 2024

Pork choppin’

What a Sunday. The grandgirls spent the night Saturday, so I made a coffee cake for breakfast. After they ate they went outside to play until their mom came to pick them up. My drive now sports some beautiful chalk art. 

After the girls left we climbed into the Grand Cherokee and headed off to the big box to pick up some dirt, mulch, and a few flowers. While the wife planted flowers I power washed the front porch and the back patio. Then I spread mulch and cleaned and hooked up my fountain water feature. 

After a quick shower, I threw in some cheesy potatoes from the freezer. The wife had purchased a couple of thick pork chops and I covered them with a nice rub before I tossed them  on the grill next to some corn on the cob. When the chops were almost done I coated them with some BBQ sauce.  I sliced up a big old beefsteak tomatoes we picked up at farmers market yesterday. In all it was a feast. But we weren’t done: I cut up some fresh-pick strawberries we also got at the market. The wife had whipped cream on hers. I had a splash of milk. 

The Cubs lost to the lowly Pirates. Most likely because I was busy doing lawn work and did not watch. Otherwise it was a good day. 

May 19, 2024

Do the Hokey Pokey

It’s looks to be a gorgeous Sunday here in zgod’s favorite State. It will be sunny and warm. We shall see what projects the wife decides are essential. 

The granddaughters spent the night last night . We went bowling and ate pizza and had a grand old time. The pizza was bowling alley pizza. The girls liked it. I thought it was meh at best. 

I’ve been having issues with my feet. Spending a week standing on barely carpeted concretes and beaucoup walking a couple of weeks ago has contributed mightily to my pain levels. Pushing off on no-support bowling shoes did not help. Last night  I am limping around the house this morning. 

Since my surgically repaired right foot never completely healed, I have put more stress on my left foot and now it is bothering me. Both feet have the same problem- excessively high arches, so it is quite possible I have bone spurs and stress fractures in the left foot too. I just know it hurts this morning. 

I hobble around like an old man these days. Oh wait, I am an old man. 

May 18, 2024

On this date

 I’m lucky in that I have travelled all over for work. From about 1993 through 2006 I travelled 3-4 times a year to Portland, Oregon for visits to my biggest customer. Given flight schedules and meeting times I usually had a free day to explore. I’ve been up the Columbia River Gorge, to the Pacific Ocean shore, atop Mt Hood, and three times to view the wreckage of Mt St. Helens. 

The St Helens eruption of May 18, 1980 left a lasting scar on the landscape. In my earliest visits, the downed trees were everywhere. In my last visit, a decade later, the forest was already reinventing itself. 

The volcano is something you should see if you are ever in the Pacific Northwest. 

I have often said if I could ever only go on one more trip, this area would probably be my choice. Not the other places I’ve been: Hawaii, Europe, China, Caribbean islands. I love the area around Portland, despite what the leftists have done to the area.

May 17, 2024

Simple man

I’m not a complicated man. I grew up decidedly lower middle class and my parents made the best out of what we had. I did not know we were poor until I recognized the signs when I became an adult. Mom didn’t want to send me with a handful of change to buy milk. It was what she had that day. 

It was the same with food. Somehow, I learned to actually like casseroles. One of my favorite meals was hamburger, macaroni, and tomatoes cooked together in a kind of Hamburger Helper before the stuff was invented.

I still like it. My wife? Not so much. Nonetheless, I made up a batch the other day and ate way too much. I think it has been a year since we had before this time.

It sounds pretty good right now.  I don't think the wife will agree to eat it again already. 

Yeah, I snuck in some Friday Music.

May 16, 2024

We have to stop meeting like this

It is a day of on-line meetings. The first kicks off at 8:00-9:30, followed by the next from 10:00-11:00. Then the big monthly sales meeting from 1:00 to probably 3:00. By the end I will be bored to tears. It is likely to be a four coffee day. 

It could be worse, I’m not standing around at a trade show booth. 

May 15, 2024

Hypocrite much?

If the climate is the number one crisis facing the globe and the Biden Administration has determined that reducing vehicle emission's is paramount to that battle, why did Sleepy Joe just slap a 100% tariff on Chinese electric vehicles? Shouldn’t saving the planet—the whole planet— from catastrophic environmental consequences be more important than any capitalist manufacturing concerns in the United States? 

Apparently, Biden does not want Americans to have cheap electric cars if it means pissing off the unions. 

The climate is only an existential crisis until it gets in the way of re-election. 

May 14, 2024

Feeding your blogging desires

It was a beautiful evening Monday, so I threw some burgers on the grill. I made a batch of potatoes salad and heated a can of Bush’s baked beans. I made up some deviled eggs since I was boiling eggs for the potato salad anyway. It was a feast any king would enjoy. 

Today? I have no idea what I’m eating for lunch, forget supper. Okay, that is only half true. I probably will have some potato salad for lunch. Definitely maybe. 

I’m glad I’m not my hunter gatherer ancestor. By the time I decided to eat some berries or barbecue up a tasty saber tooth tiger, it would be too late to hunter and gather. I suppose the Neolithic A&P had a limited offering. Wait, did someone say pizza?

May 13, 2024

Helping the Terrorists

Yes, yes, I am here, albeit late. Monday struck with a vengeance. I knew it would since I was up until nearly 1AM working Sunday night/Monday morning. I was back at it before seven this morning. 

I had more than one hundred emails to sort through on top of major price files to update, repair, fix, and get emailed early. Blah, blah, you don’t care. 

If I understand the news over the weekend, it appears the US has intelligence on where the Hamas terrorists are hiding in Gaza and Biden did not feel the need to share this info with Israel.

This is akin to one of our allies knowing bin Ladin’s address and not bothering to share it with the United States for reasons. How many lost lives are on Brandon’s head for this? 

This isn’t the Enigma machine and Coventry from WWII, this is refusing to get Hitler if you had a chance. Despicable.

It appears anti-Semitic college kids showed their ass all over the country. I can only hope their future employers are watching.

May 12, 2024


Happy Mothers Day to all you Mommas out there. 

May 11, 2024

Tapping into the live feed

 Good morning bloggers. I am back live blogging my life. Not that anything interesting is about to suddenly appear in these electronic pages, but it is not another video, so there is that. 

The automation/robot trade show was boring and a week standing on my surgically repaired foot in dress shoes is painful, but it was great hanging out with my colleagues. We all work remotely, so we only get together a couple of times a year. We ate some terrific food, watched the Cubs win with a walk-off home run, and had a generally good time. 

I was glad to get home yesterday evening. Even though I travel far less than I did in the past, it is amazing how fast I can adapt to living out of a suitcase. And the wife easily goes back into her routine while I’m gone. Thirty years on the road does that. 

I usually throw up some music on a Saturday morning. I think I will spare you that today.

Have a great Saturday.

May 10, 2024

Heading home

 A little Chicago for my last day in Chicago.

And another time song.

Are you tired of the “time songs yet? It has been eight straight days. 

May 7, 2024

May 6, 2024

I lied

 I lied this is a canned post. 

If you want to call it that. 

It is theme week here at the old blog.

May 4, 2024

May The Fourth Be With You

 I thought I might watch the dawn start from my patio this morning. Alas, at only sixty degrees that isn’t going to happen. Instead I’m blogging from the breakfast table this morning. I can watch the morning bloom through the sliding patio doors instead. 

We have a busy day in store. We are off early to see the oldest granddaughter in a dance competition. Right after we must rush over to the soccer fields to watch the youngest play. This evening we are going out for her birthday dinner(today is her birthday). I told you last week that topic would come up again. Yes she is our “Star Wars” baby.

Have a great Saturday.

May 3, 2024

Lost in extra innings

It seems Friday has rolled around yet again. It is almost as if it comes every seven days or something. I want to warn you right up front, posting may be light to non-existent next week. I’m off to the robotics show for the week. As always, I am less than thrilled. Trade shows operate in a strange time warp where every minute you are there only counts as 20 seconds of real time. An hour passes, yet the clock only counts twenty minutes. It is awful. Oh, and you get to do it standing up the whole time. 

I will get to spend time with my work colleagues and that really is the only bonus. I like the people I work with. This year the show is in Chicago instead of Detroit. I don’t know if that is good or bad. We shall see. 

You never know, I may post my usual drivel. I do know this, I have no posts canned and ready, so if you do get something it will be fresh garbage. 

Enjoy your Friday. 

May 1, 2024

Just Desserts

Columbia University finally did something about the criminals taking over the campus and called in the cops. The ones who occupied the building should be additionally charged with taking hostages since they would not let the workers in the building go for thirty or forty minutes. 

We are about to find out if the prosecutor in Manhattan believes in the rule of law or only if it applies to Republicans. 

I think we know the answer to that. 

April 30, 2024


It is time to crack some hate-filled heads on college campuses across the nation. 

History says this kind of hate leads to terrible things. 

Hey Jews, how’s that voting “D” working out for you?

Oh, maybe the alphabet LGBQRSTUV folks also supporting these riots should take a long and hard look at Islam’s position on homosexuality. 

Do I need to point out it was Hamas that started this war?

I really hope this years Democrat convention becomes a rerun of 1968. I don’t think any of the current leaders have the true-believer makeup if the Chicago Seven. A trial would hurt their feelings. 

April 29, 2024

My brother was the milkman’s kid*

Better than nothing:

*My dad was a milkman 

April 28, 2024

Party Time

We are off to the Golden Ghetto* this afternoon for our youngest granddaughter’s fifth birthday party. It will be a Taylor Swift themed affair. She and her sister are into all things Taylor these days, like a lot of people. She also digs Bluey. I said she was five. 

After the party she has a soccer game. It is going to be a busy day. 

Her actual Birthday is next week. The party with her friends is today, so don’t get confused if I inadvertently mention another birthday later. 

The good news it is supposed to be a warm day with temps pushing into the eighties. I can live with that. 

Have a great Sunday. 

*The Golden Ghetto is how a good friend of mine, who grew up there, refers to one of the more affluent northern suburbs, the one with countless roundabouts, if you want to figure it out. Me? No, I don’t live there. I live over in one of the modest communities in the suburb of Mudsock , to the east. 

April 27, 2024

Banned from Walgreens

The other day I went over to a nearby Pharmacy.

When I got there, I went straight to the back of the Store to where the Pharmacists Counter is located.

I took out my little brown bottle along with a teaspoon and laid them both onto the counter.

The Pharmacist came over smiled and asked if he could help me.

I said:

Yes! Could you please taste this for me?”

Being I’m a Senior Citizen, I guess the Pharmacist just went along with me.

He picked up the spoon and put a tiny bit of the liquid on his tongue and swilled it around.

Then with a stomach-churning look on his face he spit it out on the floor and began coughing.

When he finally was finished, I looked him right in the eye asked:

Now, does that taste sweet to you?”

The Pharmacist, shaking his head back and forth with a venomous look in his eyes yelled:


So I said:

Oh thank God! That’s such a relief!

My Doctor told me to get a Pharmacist to test my Urine for sugar!”

April 26, 2024

Who’s Da Man?

So much white space, so few words dancing in my head to fill it.  

Really, I have nothing to say. I am certain you find that hard to believe. Oh, I could run out some blah, blah about the weather. I could pretend we have an active social life. I could tell you my weekend plans: nothing interesting. I am simultaneously shocked and bored by the politics in our country. I am not sure you are waiting on my take on the NFL draft nor the state of things in the MLB. 

I’ve got nothing.

But wait! I have once again managed to scrape together a post complaining I have nothing to post about! 


And I used lots of exclamation points! You know that means it’s important. 

And now for some Friday Music. Don’t listen Freddie!

Have a great Friday. 

April 24, 2024

Hoosier hysteria

 This is my favorite news story of the month.

“Harris reportedly went on to request that the substances be tested and indicated that she wanted to file charges against the individual who sold her the narcotics, court documents said.”

Bwha ha ha

April 23, 2024

Ah, now I don't hardly know her

 If I have not put up some Tommy James in our Friday music listening previously, I have been very remiss. 

If I have previously posted this, then you already know this is a great tune and will not mind giving another listen. 

You know I’m right (I usually am).

April 22, 2024

I need a little bread and cheese to go with that whine

I have said for years that it is rare that I wake up and say to myself “I don’t want to go to work today.” Well, except that year or so during Covid when I was out of meaningful work and was laboring at Lowe’s, but you get the gist. I like my job. Today is one of those days where I do want to log on. 

I’ve been dealing with a myriad of issues at work and I don’t want to deal with it yet again today. I will. By the time I get through my emails I will be fully in the swing of things. Still, I am reminded it is Monday.  

I used to say I could never see myself retired. I would have to work at something. At this point, five more years seems like forever. 

Things will be better tomorrow. 

April 21, 2024

Wait Until Otis Sees Us

 I saw at list SOTI the other day counting down the fifty greatest comedy movies ever. I had seen most of the films, even the old B&W flicks from the thirties.  I agreed quite a few belonged on the list. The listing was garbage though. Any compilation that leaves off Porky’s, Animal House, Blazing Saddles, and Dumb and Dumber is no list at all. 

Perhaps someone goofed up and meant to compile a list of comedies that will not offend anyone? 

If you don’t have at least three of those four in your top twenty comedy list then your list is garbage.

That is fact, not opinion. Go ahead, argue and be wrong. I don’t mind.

April 20, 2024

These things happen

I’m enjoying a hot cup of coffee and some fresh-cut pineapple for breakfast. You don’t care about that, you want to hear about the weather. The furnace just kicked on if that answers your query. We had gorgeous weather earlier this week — upper seventies with bright blue skies. This morning is sunny albeit cold. We are forecast to have below normal temperatures for the next week. So long shorts, hello jeans and light jackets. 

Mother Nature, you can be cruel. 

Look, it wasn’t me. I have not had margarine for ages. I suppose you gotta be of a certain age to get that joke. 

Go forth and have a great Saturday.

April 19, 2024


It is with great sadness I hear of the passing of Dickie Betts of the Allman Brothers band. Betts wrote some of my favorite tunes including this one I occasionally sing in full volume when I’m alone in the car:

Why not a double take for Friday music?

I know all of the words to BOTH songs.

On a different note, yesterday’s post was supposed to publish Today, but through operator error was scheduled for the 18th instead. By the time I noticed the mistake, it was too late. 

April 18, 2024

At Concord Bridge

By the rude bridge that arched the flood,
   Their flag to April’s breeze unfurled,
Here once the embattled farmers stood
   And fired the shot heard round the world. -Emerson

Today is the United States true birthday . Born in blood and violence on this date in 1775 in Lexington and Concord. 

Never forget the  authorities were out to confiscate guns when the citizenry objected.  The Second Amendment is there for a reason and it is not to protect your ability to hunt rabbits. 

Those farmers and shopkeepers stood up to the most powerful army in the world. 


April 17, 2024

Honest Al’s Used Cars

The house next door is a rental. We have had some good neighbors and a few awful ones in that house. The best renter was asked to leave at the term of her lease because she complained about mold in the walls in the bathroom. Someone new moved in two days later, so I guess the landlord merely painted over the problem. 

The current occupant seems like a decent guy. He keeps the yard mowed, but does nothing else. He parks on the drive, not the garage. Not my business. I park my car in the driveway and the wife uses half the garage. The other half is stuff. It could be the neighbor’s garage is full of similar stuff. Again, I do not care. 

A few months ago a new car was dropped onto his drive by a tow truck. His brother moved in so there were three cars parked there. Last month another non-running vehicle showed up. Yesterday, he added two more cars to his collection. Now there are four cars in the driveway, one in front of his house and one in front of mine. 

My neighbor across the street called me to ask if the cul-de-sac was turning into a used car lot. It seems like it. Compared to the previous renter who stacked her excess furniture in the side yard (for months, not a day or two) and who  stored her garbage in the garden shed (probably six months worth) this doesn’t bother me too much. It does make things look a little trashy though.

April 16, 2024

Exigences of the Service

Two scheduled on-line meetings precludes meaningful blogging this morning. Ha! As if there was meaningful blogging going on at anytime around here. 

As is my practice, I put my iTunes on shuffle and this is what you get today:

It could have been far worse for sure.

April 15, 2024

April showers bring yard work

Lest you imagine my life is sitting around watching movies and baseball, you should know I actually ventured outside yesterday to do some yard work. I gathered my maul, the shovel, the DeWalt reciprocating saw, and my work gloves and proceeded to dig up the roots of the two big lilac bushes I cut down last fall. The one closest to the house was smaller, but had its own unique challenge since I could not pry under the root ball on one side because of the house wall. The second, larger bush, was a real fight. I finally got it dug up, but I needed the wife to help me chuck it in the trash bin. I bet it weighed seventy-five pounds. 

I had some more brush to cut but decided to call it a day after the digging, cutting, chopping, and prying. You will be pleased to know the project did not elicit one single swear word from my lips. That in itself was a minor miracle. 

Now I need to get a couple of bags of dirt and a bunch of mulch to fill in the holes and cover the flower bed. It is nice to be able to see out of the family room window. I will miss the smell of lilacs this spring, but not the mess. The shrubs were too big and needed to go. 

April 14, 2024

I don’t know

Every day I come here and crank out a post. It usually takes me anywhere from five to ten minutes to throw up my mediocre drivel. It always takes another five minutes to think of a title. I’m not kidding. 

Usually I use lyrics from whatever song I might post, but if it is straight prose, then I am stuck. I don’t know why it is such an issue.

That extends to my other writing endeavors as well. My first book is called Suburban Moon for absolutely no reason other than it came to me in a dream and I mentioned in these pages once that if I ever write a novel that would be the title. Otherwise, it has nothing to do with the story. 

Sure, I could throw up some English Major gobbledygook about how the main character went through phases and changes like the moon, but we both know that is pure college crap.

The working title of my next book, should I ever get it done, is Tales of the Wooden Pineapple. Not only is it stupid and trite, it has nothing to do with the story. And no, I doubt it will be the final title. I just can’t think of anything better. Ben Hur, Gone With the Wind, and Harry Potter are all used by lessor authors. 

Yes that is sarcasm. 

Maybe when I’m done I will give a synopsis and have a contest to come up with a title. All fifteen of you can offer a suggestion. “Expensive Toilet Paper” is not a valid offering. I’ll put the winners name, if I choose one of your titles, in the acknowledgments. You can see your name in print and at least five people might read it! You will live forever. 

Seems like a plan, unless a title comes to me in my dreams.

April 13, 2024

Take a look at my life

It is a fine Saturday. We are off in a bit to attend the youngest granddaughter’s first soccer game of the season. Watching a bunch of four and five year olds run haphazardly around the grass is the only thing that makes soccer palatable. 

There I said it. Soccer is barely ahead of golf, bowling, and competitive napping as the most boring sports ever to watch. If you disagree you are obviously very wrong. 

We are going to hang out with some friends this evening. Dinner somewhere followed by an evening of euchre and laughs are scheduled. 

Our fortieth anniversary is coming up in a couple of months. The wife is making plans for a big vacation of some sort. I set the expectations too high when I took her to Hawaii for our thirtieth. I’ve explained to her that vacation was possible through lots of frequent flier miles and hotel points, neither of which I accumulate at an astonishing rate any longer. My days of spending three or four nights a week in a hotel or flying thirty or forty times a year (or more) are in the past. 

Anyway she wants to do something fun beyond a week in a timeshare rental or a hotel at the beach. Me too. All it takes is money. And a valid passport. I have one. She doesn’t. Maybe I’ll go by myself. 

Anyway, she is thinking about a cruise. I said that would be great if we can find one in our budget. We’ve been on three cruises and enjoyed every one of them. Within an hour she found five possible trips. 

I think I got sandbagged. 

April 12, 2024

My neighbor is building a giant ark, should I worry?

It’s a Friday two-fer today to celebrate the seemingly unending rainfall. But first, I wish I felt bad about OJ kicking the bucket. I don’t. I’m certain he will be judged appropriately in the hereafter. 

I suppose you have to be of a certain age to appreciate that one.

On to the Friday Music:


April 11, 2024

It is not just Dollar General , Target steals from their customers too


Exhibit One for the prosecution is right here.

There was a big sign on the shelf at Target last night indicating Coke products were buy one, get one half off. Regular price was $7.99. You could mix and match.

If my history major math is right, the total cost should be $11.99 for two 12 packs. If you take a 25% deduction from each, then each would be $5.99. Pretty much the same price for two. I won’t quibble over a penny or two. How does Target determine the price is $6.30 (or $6.31)? And why are they different?

Lest you think I was mistaken about the sale price, take a look at the receipt. It indicates the price was $7.99 and “Buy 1 get 1 50%”. When we rang up the 12-pack, the wife checked the screen and it rang up at $5.99 each. Then magically, when we totaled to check out, the price changed to $6.31 each. We did not discover this until we got home.  And yes, the wife entered her frequent shopper card so that was not why we were cheated. Also, sales tax was collected at the end so that does not account for the discrepancy.

In addition, two more items rang up higher than the shelf price. 

Sure, the price gouge on the Cokes was only about sixty cents, but it is the principal. The wrong shelf price can be checked to bad employees or incorrect pricing in the system (still inexcusable) but the change in price on the Coke products is deliberate. Target Stores stole from me. 

If I took a five finger discount on a candy bar they would be in their right to hold me responsible, including prosecution. Why is this different?

If anyone can explain why I am wrong I will be happy to apologize.

April 10, 2024

All the good things in life

My youngest granddaughter, who will be five on her birthday next month, loves to play hide and seek. In one variation she plays, she hides various toys and then I have to find them. The next round I hide the toys for her to seek. Hunting always involves her using the mini Maglight she takes from my desk drawer. 

I don’t know, those are the rules. 

Yesterday she asked me to play and I told her I had to work, but she could play Barbie’s in the office. She grabbed the flashlight and started hiding stuff. I reminded her I could not play. 

She said “It’s okay, Paw, I close my eyes when I hide the toys.” And I checked. She did. 

It was so cute and hilarious I gave in and played for a few minutes. Don’t tell my boss.

April 9, 2024

Worth it

 I survived the big eclipse. I have to say it was most awesome here in the center of the path of totality. It was like a 360• sunset. Not full on dark, but a deep twilight. A couple of planets could be seen in the sky. The birds shut their pieholes for a few minutes. The wife and I sat in lawn chairs in the driveway and watched. We were lucky the sky was clear and we had a great view. 

April 8, 2024

I don’t even have jet off to Nova Scotia to see it

Today is the Big Day. They (the all powerful mysterious “they”) have been hyping the big total eclipse for a year. We are slated to hit total darkness around 3 pm local. I have a regularly scheduled conference call with my boss at that time. I’m trying to decide if it would be unprofessional to ask to change the meeting to see semi or total darkness?

The eclipse will likely be the most thrilling three minutes I have experienced since the last time I had sex. I don’t want to miss it.

If you think I’m going to post that atrocious Bonnie Tyler song since it is eclipse day you are at the wrong blog. It is not going to happen. The closest you will get to a musical reference is in the title of this post. I don’t care for that song either.

I am glad the eclipse hype will be in the rear view mirror after today. Local kids even got a snow eclipse day off school today. 

An eclipse happens about 250 times a year. It is not an unknown phenomenon. Based on the hype you would think we were ignorant savages straight out of a cave in the woods. Authorities are recommending we carry water, food, and blankets in our cars. They recommend we fill up our gas tanks. WTH? It is an eclipse, not Y2K!

One report warned to keep your dogs in the house lest they stare at the event and go blind. Seriously? When is the last time you caught your black lab staring at the sun or admiring a particular cloud formation? How about never. I think your pet is safe. “Yo, Rover, that cloud looks just like a whale.” “Sure does Spot, But I think my eyes burn from watching the moon move in front of the Sun. Hey, does my ass smell funny?”

Happy eclipse day if you live, like I do, in the path of totality. Jeez I hope it is a while before I have to hear that phrase again. 

April 7, 2024

Birds are singing in the dark

Yesterday was a busy day. I blogged. I wrote a couple of thousand words in my new novel. I watched some TV. After lunch I ventured outside to do some yard work. I came in and showered again, since even though it was chilly, I worked up a sweat. I settled on the couch to watch the Cubs lose to the evil Dodgers. And then I watched most of the Purdue game before and during dinner. 

This morning looks like a repeat— blog, write, TV,  yard work, baseball. Ho hum. 

Geez I forgot my coffee was so hot, I nearly scalded my tongue. Sorry to interrupt the absolutely riveting tale up to this point. Where was I?

Yeah, I don’t care either. Maybe this will be a little more entertaining:

Have a great Sunday

April 6, 2024

One thing leads to another

 I’m pretty sure this song from the execrable Police 

Inspired this other 80’s ditty:

I’m just sayin’.

The Eighties were a weird time.

April 5, 2024

Freeze Warning

Mom always said if I cannot say anything nice, to not say anything.

The Biden Administration…anyth…

Enough said.

How about some Friday music instead? What would you like to hear? What? Yeah you aren’t here in my office so you can’t put in a vote. Sorry about that. I considered some more music from Traffic, but maybe that’s not for everyone. 

Try this on for size:

April 4, 2024

There were three men came out of the West

 Hola Blognation. I’m late to the site today because I slept in. I slept in because I stayed up late. I stayed up late because I’m on vacation today. There is your cause and effect lesson for today. In other words, I don’t know why she swallowed a fly. 

On Tuesday it hit seventy degrees, although it was rainy. It snowed yesterday. It may snow again today. Clearly, Mother Nature is bi-polar and off her meds*. 

The granddaughters are spending the night so we need to find something fun to do. The wife suggested bowling. We shall see and I will report if I remember. On the other hand I do not know why you would care. 

Anyway,  I’m off work until Monday and I’m going to make every effort to not pay attention to emails, phone calls and Teams messages. We shall see.

*I read this somewhere and I would give attribution if I could remember where. I apologize. 

April 3, 2024

Musical Interlude

 The Kinks do not get the credit they deserve.

April 2, 2024

Actually it was a Scotcheroo

 Is there an issue shooting insulin in my stomach while eating a chocolate covered Rice Krispy Treat?

Every illegal vote is one stolen from you

 I know you don’t read links. Read This One.

They are stealing elections people. Look, I use my tin foil for cooking stuff on the grill, not a hat. There is a reason the democrats want open borders.

April 1, 2024

This one is on your President.

The Taliban has resumed public flogging and stoning of women who commit adultery. Keep in mind the definition of the crime includes getting raped assaulted, or going out unescorted. 

Biden made the deal to vacate Afghanistan and turn the country over to these fundamentalist zealots. He knew their history.

This is on him. 

I wish this was an April fools joke. 

H/T — MC

March 31, 2024

He has risen

It is not about the eggs and bunnies. 

March 30, 2024

Well my friend, I'm lonely too

Thunder rumbles in the distance as a fairly heavy rain falls. It is still dark. The coffee is hot as I sip between thoughts and pecking on the keyboard. 

It was a nice spring day yesterday and I did some work outside since it was a work holiday. I cut up some large branches that dropped from the big willow. I repaired the privacy fence board that broke from the branches. That big tree needs to come down, but it is going to cost thousands to drop it. I suppose it will fall one giant branch at a time. 

I took a break to have a nice stogie and read a little bit, then I power washed the front porch and put out the wicker chairs. In all it was a productive day. 

We are going to host Easter Dinner. I have to help do a little cleaning this afternoon. I still need a few things from the grocery. Some friends are coming over tonight for cards and laughs, so we need to make some snacks. 

That’s it. No snark, no politics. Well, kind of. I had a political post up for about one minute. I decided to save it for Tuesday. 

I do not think I have posted any music from Journey before. Who knows  and I’m too lazy to check because it doesn’t matter. Here is one of my favorites:

March 29, 2024

March 28, 2024

I have ideas

I am going to open a retail store for suburban soccer mom Hallmark movie watching types. I’ll sell wine and lingerie and call it Fill Your Cups.

March 27, 2024

More waste of time

 I watched a squirrel in the maple tree outside my office window. He ate some emerging leaves then stretched out on a branch and apparently took a nap. I think that is a good idea. Unfortunately, I don’t think my employer would agree. 

Real baseball starts tomorrow. The Cubs dart the season against the defending champs. I guess we will find out soon if they are contenders or pretenders. 

There is one more day to work this week. I get a Good Friday off as a holiday. I need a break. 

Biden has claimed he rode a train many times across the collapsed Key Bridge in Baltimore. The bridge only handles cars. He is either a liar or confused. Neither is a trait you want in your president.

I suspect some of you will disagree about that too. 

Break Time

How about some classic rock?

March 26, 2024

Joe Biden has just supported terrorists

The Biden Administration has done a lot of despicable things. The way they stabbed Israel in the back yesterday at the UN is an all time low.

Biden is clearly on the side of terrorists. 

This is akin to telling the US to just forget it after 9/11

Spit. I’m ashamed of this President.

March 25, 2024

Power corrupts but not as much as money under the table

It is Monday. You knew that already. I had a righteous rant mostly composed in my mind about the Biden Administration’s latest attempt to force us into electric cars, but I won’t write it. Why bother? We all know electric cars suck and none of want one. The government is going to govern us good and hard until we comply. 

Corrupt imperialistic government can be found at every level. Locally, the zoning commission just approved a massive ugly apartment complex right next to a nice housing subdivision despite the overwhelming opposition of the neighbors. Nobody wanted the development except the farmer who made millions from selling the land and the developers who will build crappy apartments that will fall apart in a decade. Oh, and the corrupt officials who might get a kickback after approval. I’m not saying they did. I’m saying it has happened before. 

Generally if you smell dog crap there is usually crsp around somewhere, whether you are talking EVs or apartments. Thus ends the sermon.

March 24, 2024

My current desktop background is waterfalls of the world and other stuff of no interest to anyone

 I finally did some writing for the first time in about six weeks yesterday. As is often the case, I have to do a little research in my effort to get the story at least a little bit accurate for its historical content*. I hope no one needs to look at my search history on my phone, because it is going to be a little hard to explain a search for women's underwear in the 1930's. 

Yes, I told my wife that and she laughed. She reminded me of the time I explained to her why the Can Can dance was so controversial and outrageous and it wasn't because the dancers were kicking their legs up in the air, per se. 

Anyway, I wrote some stuff. Is it any good? Probably not. I hope there is a nugget or two of 'good enough' hidden in the pages of mundane prose to make it a worthwhile read. Someday. If I ever finish the thing. I think this story is better than the last one. It is different, anyway. I will say that there a few passages in the previous book that I am proud of, and think aren't too bad, hidden by a lot of "get on with it" filler.  Your mileage may vary. 

If you aren't sure, you probably should just buy the published book and decide for yourself. There is a link over there on the right. No, there will be no audio book forthcoming. No one wants to hear my lispy twangy reedy nasal voice reading anything. 

*Yes, I have even checked the weather for the days the story is set so I can get it right.  It is probably a little much, I suspect. But I know it is accurate, so there is that.

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