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But he died a year ago.
A few times a month I go to a sales lead where the widow wants to make changes they couldn't do when their sick husband was alive.
New flooring. Renovate the bathrooms. New kitchen.
Sad, but it's a step in their recovery of their lives.

Is that true?

I was listening to Art Bell one night and it was on the program called are you losing your mind.

In the middle of talking to a woman, Art decided to take in some random calls. A man is on the other side. He says, woman are losing their minds. He says, women want sex right away and no long term relationships.

Art starts laughing and asks the woman he is talking to if that is true. She replies, I wish I can give away my body.



I am not sure Art laughed after hearing that.

I was recently listening to a man. He is about my age, a few years ago him and his wife broke up...she cheated on him. In the meanwhile, he reports that his ex-wife has been with at least 100 different men, including his closest friends.

He goes on to tell me about when they met. She had nothing, not even a place to live. She had a family that wanted nothing to do with her. She had an infant child who her own mother was going to testify in court that she was not fit to be a parent and the father obtain full custody.

He continues by saying, all the years while they were together...he gave her a roof over her head, gave her a comfortable home he built with his bare hands in the cold of winter. He paid her child support and provided her with everything she needed to survive. He taught her how to drive and helped her to get her driver's license. He never laid a finger on her what so ever.

He tells me, I am sure you have your life story as well.

He closes by saying that no longer is he going to let a woman abuse him.


I felt for that guy.

English is a second language for most of the people I come in contact with. Some get it right and some don't.
Air conditioning mechanics (and amateur handymen) affix duct work with a strong, long lasting tape named 'Duct Tape. For those who hear it differently call it Duck Tape.
So many pronounce it incorrectly that it gave rise to a company who manufactures Duct Tape under the name of Duck Tape!
Lots of Spanish speaking people in the drafting/engineering field often label drawings Guest bedroom as Guess bedroom... I guess they're not sure who will be sleeping overnight.
If it belongs to me, I say "it's mine" and not "it's mines"

So let's not take things for granite when it should be for granted, otherwise it's a waist of time!

is to not become hateful yourself.



just a thought

Guess I have to admit it, warm weather is over. I hate cold. I hate snow. Now if I could just figure out how to put a trailer hitch on a farm and become a snow bird.
I refuse to surrender. Bucket is still on outside wood furnace chimney. So started the fireplace. Most inefficient system invented. How much heat goes up and out, even with the heatiltors these have.
Plus bark and bits all over the floors from carrying in the wood. It is so nice to have the outside one, debris stays outside.
Geese are flying everyday. The river is full of Sandhill cranes. When I was a kid, never heard of them. A restoration project brought them back. Now they number hundreds on the river. Between the geese and cranes on does NOT want to walk barefoot on the sandbars. It becomes the river sewage flow.
I always wondered about the sense in looking up when geese fly over. Read somewhere they dump to lighten their load when they launch. Thank goodness. Saves us dumb idiots who look up.
I was outside, cats around like usual..MOVE..you have 4 feet, I have 2 and I can't walk with 6! I hear the weirdest noise, cats are looking around too. Is it my chickens in distress. Then it dawned on me...snow geese! They are not around much, just pass over mainly. And the strangest gabble you ever heard. Although the Mergansers sound weird too.
My birds are home from the north. I put seeds out every morning in the satellite dish nailed to the side of the deck. I call them and they come flying in. And I yell at my cats..NO!
Hens come up to the house, where is our seeds? I toss into the flower bed terrace. They do good raking. They have lots of the leaves off the terrace already. I like them, they work for birdseed.
Finally had a killing frost. All my bucket planters are done except the lima beans. I don't know if I can protect them or not. Leave them covered and hope. Everything was so blasted slow this year.
I had seen ONE pear on my tree. Wrapped screen around it and watched it all summer. Saw it had fallen into the wire. Went the next day and it was GONE. Wire and all. A whole summer I waited! Thinking s blasted squirrel?
This Saturday getting guys together and finish splitting wood and fill woodshed. Next state got 8 inches of snow already.
Crossing fingers. First deer hunt, 70 degrees in November. First Halloween bash, 70 at night. Boy did I get suckered. But, hope springs eternal. Mild winter. PLEASE?

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Into ever expanding agencies of Quack...
1189...$0lve.patent.[ ii.
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..c.) the Army of Satan. d.) starship Enterprise
e.) the land of the rising sun...
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Discrimination by race and sex or, rather, denial of its existence: the ole’ good subject; evergreen.

Then don’t forget bashing emigrants and ex-spouses. Someone has to be blamed for our failures.

Now the new entertainment – the pandemic: wet dream for home-woven conspiracists all around the world.

And politics! Don’t forget politics!



So many hills to die on. So many crusades to fight.

Why are there so many crusaders among the single?

So, one of those stunning mid ocean coastal Maine fall days. Blinding sunshine. Almost 70 degrees F, with little wind. Being a cheap guy, I try to combine reasons for any road trip, and was in need of some power steering fluid to flush the system on my 20 year old new Volvo winter beater wagon. Only paid USD 150 for the old Swedish chariot, and did the work meself, to get it to sail through state inspection. But do I brag and digress? I may wax value virtue signaling/self sufficiency/renaissance man--- on topic, in a later Blog.
So early this morning, an email from state GOP headquarters comes in, inviting me to a rally in the Bangor area, near Volvo dealer, with a speech by VP Pence. Easily pushes the reasons for a 80 Km vintage road machine motorcycle trip into the "go" zone. Well, DUH!
We've all heard of the tens of thousands showing for these events, but seeing it in person is impressive. Saw my first secret service agent, at least identified as such, with big letters on her vest. She was definitely not guilty, as well. A helpless sucker for a heavily armed hottie in uniform.
I pass through security, and into the standing room only area. Helo arrives with Mr. Pence and staffers, and I'm prepared to keep my usual low, VERY low,.profile He'll be in New Hampshire tomorrow.
Somehow, perhaps via Miss SS hotstuff, from my chatting her up, word got around that the VIERK, in all his spendor, was in the audience. SS shuttles me to a seated position near the stage, and after the speech, and Q & A, I'm led into a private gathering behind stage. The VP greets me, with his gracious wife, and I also meet a bunch of travel functionaries. But here's the kicker.
Mrs. Pence informs that at a nearby table, a gaggle of hottie staffers are excited to know that the VIERK himself is in the same room with them. Smoking Cohiba Presidentes, with staffers of both sexes, and even the VP lights up. Apparently hotties all are giggling, hoping for a chance to meet the VIERK, and perhaps to make an impression on him.
Got some girlie contact info, and a possible invite to be a science advisor, after Messers Pence and Trump's re-election. Then I got the PS fluid, and rode home, to let you all know.
Can't make any of this stuff up, folks.