gray Monday with ol'Ken's wood to stack

so I've been pitching firewood with Juan Bascaran who brought a load from the Salidek farm where Ken used to live before he passed on a couple months ago.  Didn't get to see him just before he passed.  T he day I went to visit  him in the hospital was a day late as he had died the day before.  We'd known he was on his last legs for a few weeks, in and out of hospital, congestive lungs, the works.  Tough to get old, Mom says, but what does she know really other than she's been there and done it all for nearly 90 years now and is running us all into the poor house staying at a fancy nursing home for six thousand bucks a month.  Like we had any choice about not preferring borscht...So if it's easily done, this constant tending routine she's gotten to and where Ken was once upon a time before he passed away...then I thank God for the gift of firewood from the Sadilek farm that I just unloaded from Bascaran's truck...each piece I lift and stack into its place of dryness will be appreciated for the warmth it gives..

meanwhile my little gray stationwagon is at the car shop being looked at and I am in a feverish state about that, it's like Lovejoy's little tooler 'Miriam'..some kind of English jitneymobile constantly needing attention, about as old as my machine, with the same kinds of road rigors to cope with..had planned to put on new brakes with my neighbor but he's been flaking out on me and the parts are still in the box.. 

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

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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...