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This morning I did not get up, I was still right from yesterday. I was in desperate need of some movement because I was slowly getting a cramp in my tires. At 10h it was finally time, someone took me and took me outside. He sat on my back with his enormous weight, my rims almost touched the ground and my spokes were stretched on all sides.

Eventually we left, on the road. However, when he had to stop for some reason unknown to me, he pulled my ears in all violence. I squeaked in pain, amai my ears. And then, of course, the inevitable happened, he had broken my ear.

So I was allowed to visit the bicycle doctor. He wrote me a new ear cable and I could go on the road again. Well, well, with that half-elephant on my back, he has, for the rest of the way, often pulled my ears, but I have been good. And if that was not enough, that gullible one could not yet look out where he was driving. I saw the glass from far away, I still called pssssst, but it was already too late, I had a hole in my belt.

Again to the cycling doctor, that was already the second time today. He took care of my band wounds, applied some ointment and then put a sticker on the wounds. This way I could face it again for a while, what could still go wrongI had taken to the job again, moaning under the weight of that colossus. It amazes me enormously that I did not have any collision with those cobble stones. I have my rims swallowed, but for that my owner does not bring me to the bike doctor, no, he keeps driving that slave driver.

I felt that mistreating had been going on long enough and decided to put an end to it. I turned my head and hop, there was that brontosaurus on the ground. Me too, but that was just a side issue, I could finally rest a bit.

In the evening I had seriously under my wheels because I had that. I think he will take the car in the future, then maybe I can go out alone with that women's bike that I have seen in the window of the bike doctor

O Friend!

A little over a year ago I bought an IKEA bed and assembled it per the instructions. The bed slats had a few hundred pieces. I boxed that part up and returned to the store. Instead, I bought 2 sheets of furniture-grade plywood and cut them to fit making it a platform bed.
The mattresses were low, probably 15 inches off the ground and it was annoying to 'drop in' when going to sleep, so I bought box spring units to raise the height to a normal bed.
All things were good, but now there's a creaking sound when getting in and out.
Every weekend I say I'll remove the mattress, box springs and wooden platforms so I can tighten the screws and bolts holding the bed frame together. It's probably a 2 hour job and I cannot seem to find the time... sure I can, I just don't want to deal with it.
Okay, this next weekend, when the sheets are being washed is the best time. I'll do it.

Maybe I should put a sticky note in the headboard as a reminder.

(Had to share this, such a wonderful way to see stress)

my brain and
heart divorced

a decade ago

over who was
to blame about
how big of a mess
I have become

eventually,
they couldn't be
in the same room
with each other

now my head and heart
share custody of me

I stay with my brain
during the week

and my heart
gets me on weekends

they never speak to one another

- instead, they give me
the same note to pass
to each other every week

and their notes they
send to one another always
says the same thing:

"This is all your fault"

on Sundays
my heart complains
about how my
head has let me down
in the past

and on Wednesday
my head lists all
of the times my
heart has screwed
things up for me
in the future

they blame each
other for the
state of my life

there's been a lot
of yelling - and crying

so,

lately, I've been
spending a lot of
time with my gut

who serves as my
unofficial therapist

most nights, I sneak out of the
window in my ribcage

and slide down my spine
and collapse on my
gut's plush leather chair
that's always open for me

~ and I just sit sit sit sit
until the sun comes up

last evening,
my gut asked me
if I was having a hard
time being caught
between my heart
and my head

I nodded

I said I didn't know
if I could live with
either of them anymore

"my heart is always sad about
something that happened yesterday
while my head is always worried
about something that may happen tomorrow,"
I lamented

my gut squeezed my hand

"I just can't live with
my mistakes of the past
or my anxiety about the future,"
I sighed

my gut smiled and said:

"in that case,
you should
go stay with your
lungs for a while,"

I was confused
- the look on my face gave it away

"if you are exhausted about
your heart's obsession with
the fixed past and your mind's focus
on the uncertain future

your lungs are the perfect place for you

there is no yesterday in your lungs
there is no tomorrow there either

there is only now
there is only inhale
there is only exhale
there is only this moment

there is only breath

and in that breath
you can rest while your
heart and head work
their relationship out."

this morning,
while my brain
was busy reading
tea leaves

and while my
heart was staring
at old photographs

I packed a little
bag and walked
to the door of
my lungs

before I could even knock
she opened the door
with a smile and as
a gust of air embraced me
she said

"what took you so long?"

~ John Roedel.(love his word's )

Freewill can be considered one's choices they want to make.

What happens when you don't have any choices or no resources to implement them?





Happy Wednesday all

Just because your views are different someone someone else, it doesn't mean you have to hate them just as if you like someone, you don't have to make their views your views.

Be yourself, its the best thing you will ever do for yourself.

Normally I like to begin my yard work in mid May. The April showers have finished, the grass has been growing since mid February, and a mowing in mid May will usually last till early July for the meadow grass.

Sadly, as some know, this year mowing in mid May was not an option for me. So some rains, some sun, some more rain..

Well today I decided to tackle it. OMG, some of the meadow grass is over 40 inches tall already. And while I was in the hospital the vines took over some of my windows and buried my poor hedges.

my side yard



My poor house



Did I mention my poor 1950s tractor with the 5' bush hog has a flat (original to the tractor, a Chief tire) tire and I am waiting on a new replica tire to arrive so I can mount it?

Fortunately I am both cleared for exercise, and I have a back up plan. A top of the line DR Field and Brush Mower.

So today I began attacking my side yard.

Hacking away



Here, the pesky vines have been dealt with, but work on the side yard is barely begun.



As sundown nears, the side yard is done. Note the tip of the DR sticking out. :)



Not done yet, acres of meadows on the other side and in front to go, but I am sure me and the DR can do it. Hoo Rah!


RS, I loved the ending of tonight's Game of Thrones. Dragon Power. :)

It's foresee that in my city can see the bolides rain from now to around 3am tomorrow in the sky!

Center is from the Gemini, starting from the west at 10pm today, means now and raising up to around 3am. A lot of people here (especially the teenagers one) believe that if someone wishing something during seeing the bolides rain, the wishes will come truth! :)

Just in case you will also see the bolides rain in your place, do not forget to wish something! :)

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