nanaposting...

here we go withthe new year and the new thoughts and so on...watched a story about Klimt's golden girl and who it really belonged to and  how the Austrian (viennese) Jewish community was treated during WWII..well, as we know there have always been pograms seems like in this day and age tis our business to clean up that ...word.... and be done with it for once and for all...post nuclear data base theorem 44/leave it for mulch...(as it were)
thinking also about this new check the bank thing that isn't working on this pc...have a laptop to home that should clear the decks but you know...am reluctant to take that big nuclear leap to the next page and let it happen..well, don't want to be in any excessive hurry about that and also do I want to work for JoAnn again should I, could I...thinking about that and wondering when is there time to do that?  like I don't really think she's a real person...I love my little Yoyo and her pops but does her pops get too close at that range DOS, w hich would in this case be the washer/dryer that I'm not using and all this wet coming in...ahhh, what a lovely bath this morning in any case...and also the blackberry pie guy who's posting empty pie pans now..and I've got a lovely cherry filling to put together..man cooked some frozen turkey legs t hey were just awful...thinking about putting Dennis's couch in the living room, like Eric's the bad guy now...no tobacco, kind of like and crave it but eh...doesn't help me in the long run and definitely debilitates somehow/morality I suppose, like we never really did these things but did get rid of the 'pogrom' element via that route (I think)...
lot of t he binary essence I'm not supplied with here but it's good, all the skeletal elements of the cyber route are here in the closet on disks...and that's fine...thinking thinking...have to get in touch with the locale via empty dishwasher at SCC...maybe...hoping that it'll all be taken care of somehow or tuther...be nice to have t hings lined up and taken care of but seems as t hough a nice nap would take care of it all, had a good sleep and rested yesterday afternoon, cold about gone...come up there and learn to drive they tell me...washing out t he tenner in the NKD.gas situation, hence raw turkeys and so forth, meat was stained red by something, eyuuuww, dogs didn't mind, nor cats...somehow, we'll learn to pull this t hing off wit hout a lot of r uck us...like to have a faster moving schticht...but that's the German elelemtn for yas, bursting in the door winging it with true soliloquy..
has begun another rain...ick...pick ax and shovel upgrade the  hovel entrance...maybe...true ribbers...that

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

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'

rhe doghouse

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...