pleased to meet you hope you get my name...

here it goes, once again, the end of the year..want to say millenium (wtf is that??) or century (know what that is) or eon..that'd be more like it
zaclee what was so grape about this year :  got to see my family in one place at one time, sort of...Scarlett Rose was born and she's a beautiful creechur...weather was fine all summer (omigod...) didn't get in swimming much but shoulda done that...had some fling or something with d..well wondering where that's going but then I don't plant tulips too good I've found they're always in a place where they're coming up before they should, rotting, etc.  not good with bulbs apparently, need to maintain beds and tlhat's that..well anyway, briefly touched on king kong but skimmed over it worked here a lots a lots for hundread bugs a mow... meanwhile, ack at the ranch didn't do much with edible garden thinking really hard on that one if potting soils shouldn't go there and I go work on that a bit  here in a bit with shubbles...
got a little pathway alongside t his billding for the good of the order (found needles, duhh...like who??) meanwhile no progress at the emt license factor gorp pd came back and she's recertified I guess I do need that battery in Lauri's klog...clears throught..
throat...carol got a new dog...mine's same o same o diana has a boyfriend waiting for susan for to up and bunny out as well and then the gallery be up for grabs...well, what would I do different there?  want to have an exhibit and I's going to do it here I thinks..need to get my globula out of the Post Office, what'sever there start with that...hoping that this clarifies what's been being produced at home but you know the oil factor...something in oil, that's what I wanna do now and whe never it do't rain, like it wants to do  here all the time in winter...whenever it don't do that well I just have to get busy in someways or anothers, like t his leaking roof thing I just think on that, visualize all the support beams that need to be put in place, get that gd membrane offln' there toss it...wondering if come supmmer will have enough to buy the subroof plywood..gotta have new rafters as well...and I can't do it myself..well I could, this guy wants me to dribe him and he brogued my car hatch..like duh...very random thoughts..bioactional fusion proextensions as it were

mir may don the root

guess the overview is what we make of it...like when they was screaming the kid was going to be enrolled in his father's tribe they acted like his dad was signing him up to become a homo...
more I thought on it more I thought, my sense of humor..it's not been turned into asphalt...
so this halibut he ain't for real...nah...it's just a fish and that's it...y9u know...has happened...
torn in two over it cried some he's brought the fish back to the pond but he ate it down to skin and bones he did...and he wasn't too nice about it neither, t hat one...belied and bellicose because he's traveling all over the peninsula as though he didn't hab no wyefff at home, calles hesself married too like we was partners in an AIM celebration and then he broked my knuckles didn't he
said he was cummin home played at it but didn't hang around long enough to notice that t he skin was parseced into a great buncha tunafish and why we didn't get know of that I don't know...t hought so but there it is up in australia I guess they got some clean coons that bark...wears they called ...koalas yeah  that's sorta how it is...we drink some I drinks a bit we drink water and the toilet plugs and what does the white man do about this, absolutely abhors the stuff as though Dan catchem never existed...the hallitoooya brigade...write'em up...back in the day when Hamill gave me the 'tou sand' I was optional, for sure, lookin' at the greased lightening of the forearm what he was not very stinkey and some of that grouse was a bird doggett as thought we didn't know it was about the haltunens....mmmhmmm yeah I waears that boot
said I could understand that there be a deer lightening of it and on the close side there was a [pig sticlett tjat p[topmed the medical alerts for some time he was a grim weebler and that was a sure par dawn grill if what you make of it is a lonesome analog designed for slig pickens..see??
that's my story and I'm sticken'

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juar WANDERING Along minding my own beeswax,,observed a rather majorly large bass in the canal..wow..read a post from t - photo wasn't me he says I go huh then I get back to homebase a d
tells me...motley crue reference isn't kosher I go ?? againreferebcubg cardiologist rachel t yeah that'd be the game o hopkina johnny drag best tran LO minh duh..
mick mons ahoy!! epn...

how to write fluidly on a keyboard with moving keys...mmmhmm

it is another sunny gorgeous day in Mesa AZ.  I am with my daughter...she and her motherinlaw are sitting on the backporch watching my grandson display his prowess with toys they keeo iytsude  whoop outside for him to play with...the sushine is making us all relish the day...pickle relish since I was watching Adam Sandler and drinking Bud light last night...I have written in a new journal about Dottie Parker, I have read Emma Straub about being a Hollywood actress with a Jewish producer husband who dies (sniff to A Sandler)...straub's book is of interest because it is the most detached piece of writing I've come across since Doris LEssing..who talks about things African with that same sort of detachment...it's interesting and suddenly I feel the chill of the toe in the pool I wrote about earlier as though I should put on a sweater to stay warm since I am inside and writing at the dining table while the television continues to promote children's programming ad nauseum
since this is an absolutrely PRIVATe blogg I could talk about the winsome ways of Sandler (really, that potty mouth hairy basatard??)..nah..you rather thing you'd like to know more about the resources of this individual and then you know you've had such a person as he in your life and that is why the sun shines and you are in Arizona..I'm getting close to my definitions of the male/female relationship and why what works, works..because we're there in the moment as our essence of our self in a nuclear age wherein our molecular integrity is more or less guided by our sense of our own soul WITHOUT that body..that kind of thing then this Swann reference again to the harpoonist courting the Makah Maiden and why there was once a restaurant in Neah Bay called 'The Makah Maiden' and why the situation with sew and sew isn't as much as it could be because of where it when when it was getting there...I guess I like Sandler's 'sure I'll do it with you'..but don't count on me changing the sheets..see?  then there's hargrove's nailing the sheets on the wall after the fact because I kind of decorating them while we were asleep and he thought that was beautiful..(I think he did, I don't know otherwise, really) and I did want to speak to the Meints core element on Sandler becuase that got interfaced all wrong not because of anything but grim karma at the time...disappearing cats and all..like the first version of the Catwoman stories Straub alludes to when her character is kneedeep in good ol quaaludes..or some blue pill - you have to have something, I find writing does take the edge off and the girls talk outdoors and the child plays and gthe baby sleeps and here am I at the keyboard thinking about summers in the District of Columbia when I would wlak along the sidewalks and think about the shoreline on the Straits of Juan de Fuca when I could be there and se bullhead kelp and welk shells and hope for moon snail shells and agates and find a few...with the breeze around my head in cutoffs and tank tops and halters I had sewn myself..and DAna Beal of course who is an old man now and was an old man then...so dynamic...so you don't want sandler you want beal?  you have the harpoonist but he doesn't display any of the dynamism of the humorist or th epolitician but is both and where is that to be brought out of his personality like a branding scar in the shape of a heart over his heart (my own grows faint can I really experience that after Meints cum Biddle cum hmmm...
I suppose that is the purpose of this time...to post it and describe it and relate with joy to the fact I am with my family at this moment HOORAY!!...beatles song..nothing really matters (but that)

4am november 1 2015

just been looking through fb...found yolanda and shyler, both have acne..yoyo having a baby she's gotten heavy and looks to be the usual toothless brainiabratt that she intended having that NKD thing going on...very heavy incline at the user factor there..imagine they stayed nearly a year..went to NK to get the parts for the 'furniture'..evidently, hehe..very late in the night now, a bit warmish, here in Mesa..having to listen to Yoyo'ma'..most of the evening as D gets a few RF out..cleaned out my ears and the vaseline keeps showing up in odd places..to which he/she yells 'you had it last!!' last famous in the hallway words were 'she abused me!!'  and you lived? i ask..
meanwhile..back at the ranch, need to look up times for church, at this rate might have to beg off HF was 'crying' for several hours tonight..squeezed out a big shyler page evidently..so there it is in black and white, so busy here going from one halloween event to the other, meanwhile ak are doing their best to keep it together, I suppose as the mizzenmast of this particular operation I should get more rest and I will, but the opportunity to sit at a keyboard is pretty optimum at the moment..can't think of any more of my kids to look up...maria hale vers. Bob M..gobbled by GP immediamente..dang..did get the bonding issues integrated got bigtime R.ideLLy things going on with Green.bro.WD/@NB..whole business smells like A WET f..
not sure how that collides in time space..probably riding around inside the yM..having acute allergic issues..
nothing to do with saudi.fondue/ap..more like GP took in the entire gamut as YS/figuratively speaking I should think NKD would be the entire picture..what to do..having lost sight of all that shall look up Joey and Lilly now, see what furniture they've become...

how predicta le

this is a 'it was my birthday' post..and it was a strange one...today the weather is gloriously hot and mild...it's great out of doors...it hasn't been, in fact, t he rains came as a total surprise, whoop bang here they are, and they blew everything to pieces including this year's makah days...just blew it off the map with all the tents and rides and dances and so forth gone with it...people were without power and had to be fed in the community gym it was so bad...me and my granddaughters (technically Kamryn isn't an actual granddaughter but she is close enough and she looks after my actual granddaughter, Myah Lyric...so...with that in mind...we sat at home in our pajamas and our blankies and ate parade candy we had collected in the pouring rain before the big winds came up.  we watched National Velvet..we fell asleep at a reasonable hour and several weeks after the fact what remains of my parade candy is mostly soggy but still edible if one is scraping one's teeth along the cellphane to get the globby part off...it works but a new shipment has come in from Liz and there's quite a bit of dry delectables (as I sit here with belly hanging forward going yeah, time to write - time to do crunches and so on...but I'd rather nap and do the crunches later...we'll see about a sun bath after this essay is developed...probably should run key to the building out to  Chito - it was Brian's t hat got us in here today -
meanwhile again, writing about all the russkaya at sol d uc where I was invited for my burpday...like we're walking around on eggshells here-talking this and that as t hough we don't understand why we do the things we do, why we have to do them, and reading a book about Daishowa corp(se)...as though we don't know the rhetoric behind t hat collossal facade...and such a facade as it is one would hardly guess the shit dribbles t hat come from it are truly planked...as though we don't know how to disassemble that kind of machinery and I think we do and I think that is why the Makah can still sing as a group in any way shape or form and onward and upward and in your mother's garden, so be it, at 3 I will go home and retu rn here with  my mother's clot hing...it will make me feel better and it will make her feel better if I can find her replacement garments in smaller sizes...meanwhile I am making EP a set of legwarmers for badly bashed stems that look as though running them over wasn't the worse of it...exactly what is the causal factor there wo uld be along the lines of the Daishowa issues and Japan being a good country and so on, like we never did think so?  I think we alwa ys have assumed so that it was perfectly fine to be nipponese as along with everyone else we go with the flow down the drain of the great ignorant r usskaya that started it all after the triage was resolved...we're down to wetsuits and skin diving attire to keep the day intact and the Makah are all good with it even if our gross national product is being given awa y tomorrow as a straight sail...probably enmasse as it were...how to edit t he WORD program if  you're in the PUTZ business - it's either Amy or 'j'R...we can't bore him down fine enough, he keeps filtering through as though he doesn't mind the whiff of dog poo that follows him everywhere...him and his trophy 'wives'...they kinda young mosta'em...
so t hat's why the accordion and the singing voices all hallelujahing we here...
so it was my birthday and I sat in the mineral baths at Sol Duc and got totally rubbery trying to get my head around the russian being spoken all about me...I looked at these people and saw much flesh, much beauty shop attention, I didn't see personality, like who's kind w ho isn't, I felt a sort of prejudice because I think these guys are ultimately responsible for whatever goes bad in the world (like that I have not a dollar to my name most days...today being one of them...) and t hey're sitting there all smug and so whattty...so w utty...you can lick my crap asshole kind of attitude one of t hem did bu rst forward with it as she waded in the cold poool I couldn't face the music with her then I said I knew one russian phrase direct operating system via dana beal...shortened to 'DOS via DANA'...it kind of shut her up   she didn't get the 'direct operating system' reference immediately I imagine her KIA aes(autoexecutor status) had to kick in, boot up another AMY module 'comb your hair' is a favorite reference...oh but she's taken to poking me in the stomach as well to reference where the belly gas comes from...get that notion around your cranium please..
so the upshot of the quark infarction/using the main part of the actual tribe to replicate t he 'obnoxious part of the other tribe...herd I think you'd call them...t he sustence of our meat and potatoes genre
something about the italic isn't cooperating adeqately...check with my German nuclear scientist acquaintance Dana...how did a german get a name like Dana...is it some kind of Heidelbergian for 'daddy'...probably...he was a mute oracle for so many years...looking out of a scarred and terrified face at me and seeing in my eyes only the purest of disgust with him as he was t hen...but he was DOS via Dana even t hen because he was young and fuill of enthusiasm and didn't really see his family was there with him...he did want that to be so...but it's all come together now, like the beatles forecast..and it's been easily identified what the issue really is..like how does tiny TIM fit in and so on...he does...our product is still squiddly..that sort of thing..we'll be lonely for the movies come dusk... here here...so I go to library from here, get some film for sitting down with, at a later point in the day, pick up ladder from back deck I should think, get down Mom's former wardrobe all clean and neat in her way of doing things 'you SHALL do it my way, you hear??'...we would be as insistent but this is how we survived the early DANA years and the manic behavior he exhibited at #9..when he absolutely would lose control of his ethic demeanor and be who we didn't want him to be...this was a chronic issue with him and one he str uggles with to this day...aiiyiiiyiii
it's all good, how we arrived at where we are at...

getting to write here is a bit of a trick...so much has  happened...I am watching a dvd series from Britian entitled 'Broadchurch'...I'm on the 3rd disk (or 4th, who knows..) and I'm still in the dark as to w ho the actual killer may be...there is a family by t he name of Gillespie the dad of two disappeared daughters (one of them anyways)...the police have found an incinerator that potentially could have dispensed with the remains of the girls...Mr. Gillespie is seen in one segment looking at something on the Internet that could be kiddie porn: he's bent over the computer screen possibly wanking off.  The camera doesn't say much and it's the only clue so far...wish the dramatic music weren't sooooo dramatic all the time, makes the entire process very heavy to look at... so that's my diversionary ethic of the moment 'broadchurch'...
on another note my mother has been hospitalized since last Thursday...I was very bent about what is happening with her estate but now that it's down to the wire and she's looking more and more like she will check out for good, I g uess I don't care what happens because it will be so expensive to keep her in care that whatever is left after she does die will go to pay the bills for the $6 thou a month it will be costing her children to keep her alive...  when she is consciousn and alert she's  hypercritical and there's not much of her that isn't bent on telling us all what to do...you never hear her remark on a philosophical topic, or tell us that she loves us and try to say goodbye again and again...perhaps I'm having lessons on how to behave when it's my turn to be in her situation...I should think now about how much I love my children...how precious every moment with them truly is...and how I reside in the confidence to believe with my heart that this is a good life and we are truly blessed to be in it...this s ummer has been like t hat, one sunnny day after another, it's been a revelation..I worry about getting the tarp refitted to t he roof because I will not be able to maintain my plans to reroof t his year..so I have to refit what's there and get the firewood into dry cover and thresh the growing weeds (blackberry, morning glory...) whilst the lawnmower has quit, hehe..the little weedwacker does go with some tweaking so that'll  have to be the instrument of choice...haven't slept much on the back deck but the blankets are always out t here waiting on me...have spent several days now at the hospital watching mom improve..she's on IV fluids round the clock though they took her off of t hem on saturday and I couldn't come Sunday because of the county fair and having to be there as a art demonstration volunteer, for w hich I got a free pass to enter..parking was a bother, packing out the bonsai alder along with the two paintings I put in the art show at the fair, kind of a lugging process where I was sweaty in my nice dress but I had sandwiches from after mass and I stopped at the dollar store and got a tomato juice along with some things for my dogsitter.  I realized I'd forgotten the lampoil I cannot find my almost empty bottle of that stuff but the dogisitter says he has access to some I hope I get that because it's growing dark sooner now and lamps will have to be lit...we're going off the grid power wise as t he PUD bills mount along wit the phone bill I wonder do I really need that house phone?  gone up to almost a hundred a month...wow...I can't afford that, my little s ummer job will be cut in  half when my neighbor returns from her summer job and takes over part of that then there's this place and it's only a hudnred a month and don't know if that ends in october or goes all ayear long...we'll see...like to think that my daughter is going to come through with my baloon payment loan maybe on my burpday, that'd be great t hen I'll be in better shape and so on...
I think I worry too much perhaps big ol guy came in here t his morning looked like he had a few bucks...and no wife, hehe...that was funny, latch onto a sugar daddy and what have you got...actually already went through that with meints and still kind of in pain that it did not work out as it might have...back t hen I had the insight and the job at monroe and the nice house in the woods outside arlington and he tells me he's reuniting with his exwife...AAGGGHHHH!!! so
have lived on my own ever since but t here's dobes now who calls on a whim now and th en and that's it..ex calls t hat being the jizz jar and it does seem so..brrr...probably ought to head to forks to the hospital...see what's up..ok, just  called bro at Forks hospsital Mom's improving - they will put her in their swing bed and move her to longterm care there when she is more stabilized..getting over t here to see her will be a logistics issue, I want to pick blackberries as they are now ripe, I need to refit the roof tarp and even the edges on the lower deck, tarp that as well...have been slowly reorganizing the underside of lower deck, probably should stack that full a wood...this winter I should have wood closer to the house so's I'm not slogging in the mud to get to it...well, there's lots to be done

review of Blue Diary by Alice Hoffman

very funny composition ethic here today...can use the webpage...but NOT..unless I 'select' all first then delete..and I get an indicator so I know it will record my typing...wahoo!!
meanwhile, Alice Hoffman's book Blue Diary that I just finished reading..well, it starts out the kind of story one hasn't read in evwer times..a happily married couple?  really?  he's devoted to her, she's happy as a clam, they have a son (only one??) they have a house and jobs and he's devoted to the community at large, volunteer firefighter (they're still in love, really?) she has almost normal friends almost meaning that her bestie didn't ever know who was devoted to her...and she married stumbody stupid but then she gets into the devoted guy who's still devoted after 3 kids with someone else..well, anyway...this story starts out like once upon a time in totally dreamily happy land...and you want to get with theprogram and believe it all works just like that but hey, does it?  it's a blueprint for happiness, the beginning of this story but it unravels like a poorly knit sweater, one long string of gloop that descends over the wellbuilt beginning like frosting too runny to put on the cake, it drools all over the place going from a murdered redhead to a breast cancer sick redhead to a valiant volunteer firefighter with burned hands to a manical narcissist minimally aware of his ability to kill another person (well, he let the middleaged sponsoress off without a slap but did that prove anything??)..Hoffman doesn't draw much of a fine line in her initially solid characters, the happily married pair who are so good for themselves and for their little homespun community that has trees living since colonial days (I had a house that was preColonial and it was just fine, assumably so was the apple tree in the story that made bad apples)...ok so blame the faulty characters on the bad apple growing tree that was in front of the library since late 1700's..maybe you could...but there's so much inbetween stuff in this story, such good filling, you keep on reading and you know it's not going to improve once it gets off the deep end and the main hero does bad stuff...you find it hard to see that he could, well, he'd done this in his past life and now he's going to pay...all reference to the blessed union that sounds so gay in the beginning are put to bed like so many young children needing their beauty sleep...it's plausible but does it wash?  not me ..it seemed more like an exercise in how to read like mad for hours looking for the good part..you find out the best  happiness you can squeeze from this is story is the secondary character's romance with the man who's been devoted to her always...and SHE has breast cancer...well...is that what we can hope for?  it seems as if the initial love and bliss of the main characters was just a paper exercise for the author because as soon as she explodes that bliss with  the kiloton bomb of early history (and I might add the chopping of the old apple tree) we're off on a big chunk of depression causing activity both for the characters in the story and for the reader...the skies were gray and weepy but I didn't feel l ike crying for these characters...I just thought, yeah I heard enough times how warm it gets in massachusetts in the summer but then I actually lived on Maryland's Tidewater so I know all about that landscape and yeah, I even knew about a young neighborwoman's murder, across the street no less..!  so I had some vague faint quaint history that lured me into continuing to read this book but where it lost me was right in the beginning when the heretofore amorous romantic husband is escorted out of his  home.  I think we need more of the former and none of the latter...that's my vote  

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how to revive burnt toast???

yesterday was a true nightmare...I received a package monday from my brother Mark in Illinois (O'Fallon, suburb of St. Louis)...he had evidently sent me a laptop at christmas but am still not sure it was him though I did write and thank him for it and he never replied to confirm it was him that did this...the laptop package came from Amazon.com and there was no indication to inform me who had sent it but I had assumed it was him.    I promised him a drum made by me as a thank you at some point in the not to distant future; however, my dog ate the deer skin I planned to use so am considering now using my furred fawn skin as a substitute..phew..this is so bad what happened...when I wrote Mark the day after I received the package, I sent a copy of my email to my son John, who has come home from hawaii and is now living in phoenix.  john says he has a problem with drug use and he said that is why he left hawaii  he checked himself into treatment before he moved over to hawaii and was there for a month...his leaving hawaii  happened just before mothers' day and coupled with son tony's issues up in bellingham, well...it's gross how they are progressing with their lives frankly but, other than feeling extremely tired and depressed about these things, I'm ok, just feeling that I can't get everything done I need to do because the weed wacker won't run, the mice are chewing up my house, it rains too much, whatever...typical gripes I suppose...so...still rambling on in preamble to what happened to make yesterday A NIGHTMARE!!

I told Mark about John coming home from Hawaii.  I am sure I would not have sent a copy of my email to Mark to John..I know I wouldn't have done this.... yesterday during a group session of local writers, I get a call on my cell phone and it's my son John...he starts off saying to me 'that email you sent Mark was totally inappropriate'...and it got worst from there...this has happened before with him...'nope I'm not talking to you' is what he says and he's so far away that you just can't fix this but he has a terrible temper and you'd not want to be close to him when he's got big thunder clouds across his forehead anyway...so today I feel sick and depressed, just kind of want to curl up in a ball somewhere and cry like a beaten dog...my assumption is my hotmail account was hacked, I wouldn't have sent john a copy of the email to mark to rub his nose in it that he has issues with drugs..nope, not that I know better t han that, rather that what I believe John is up to in his life is all mixed up in a bunch of other stuff and once every few years we get together for a holiday in Maui...or so we had done until he moved to Phoenix...now I feel as though I won't be going there anymore either because John is staying with my daughter Angel and he'll have told her 'what mom did'...and so on into the night...yep I feel as though I might cry...angel is expecting a baby in late october/halloween/ she says...don't know the sex of the baby yet, she's too busy to write on facebook anymore...well, we went through this not talking to one another thing last year when son Tony broke up with his girlfriend, I don't know how I got to be the bad guy but they all stopped talking to me when that happened...big sigh..if that's not bad enough I haven't seen good ol dobe since january and he texted me a couple weeks ago saying he'd stopped by my house and I wasn't  home...well...I haven't replied to that text and he's had back surgery and likewise isn't posting on facebook anymore either..so...yeah, I feel like crying...well...I feel like a used up worn out old bag and am severely depressed, that's what...my feelings are hurt pretty much all the way around, dobe's not very pleasant when I am there and it hasn't turned out the way I thought it would, get married fix up the house, live here, have a real practice, etc.  instead I'm still doing what I've always done and got no money, etc.  having to live next door to the real alien abductress as well...that's probably at the root of the problem but don't feel as though this is a fixed situation..not yet anyway...

mahalo

last post at this blog was 'aloha mon amour' and then there was some reference in January 2015 wherein I was 'there' at the spot of origin for a matter of less than an hour...I tiptoed away while he slept in his easy chair in front of the living room television...of course we 'talk' continually but it's me doing the talking and he's become the man I would have liked him to be had he been who I wanted him to be, which since January has been just the voice in my head like the coach...always think of this as the 'labor' coach...so I don't know where I stand in that department but I go along with the reassurance of that coaching ethic that keeps me on my chosen path