the green strand in the coagulant algae..surmised

it's been a cool morning, started out in the tattersall cotton bathrobe, purple fleece jambottoms (disney/goofy print as I recall), treesistersyella shirt then jeans over with ribbed brown turtleneck and the lynx vest I wore to hawaii and left on the plane...ok so that's the gear with the haltunen blackandwhite print boots...have been working in the back yard, sc uffing up the timbers under the backdeck (my sorry construction)...how to make that absolutely be worthy of treading upon...gear up the sabot age..sabots are the french wooden shoes not the dutch...meanwhile katie going kerakkkkkkzzzzzzyyy  at the CoOp there's no pardon there for sure I think a kwakking bird perhaps...let the flow of the writing take over and not to mend t he broken bridges wher e my son said he couldn't come out...I should think by now I wouldn't be upset about these things  but sometimes I am and this is one of them...he shouts for crazy and thinks that's cool while I sit here under the bridge crochetting the last bits of lace for my frilly bits...haven't worn them in ages of course so nose to the grindy stone sneezing it off often...should like another hour here about and then off to the races and so on...there's no gridding if the justified character isn't really polish and isn't really taking everything for itself in the amicus curae relevancy of Brotterson and so forth...he such an obliging twit isn't he??drove the lougie to the duck and he gibbed me a tenner fer gass and then a tenner again for where he was with the doubting t homas...I shouldn't have t hought he'd have bread anything but t here he was holding forth in the kraut's mouth I must look after that cabbage...if you can figure t his out get yourself a rabbit burrow (she's been through two of 'em)
meanwhile, you know t hat sweet punch of bittersweet desire where he'll ramble and let you know in no uncertain terms what he's actually about?  that sort of thing where for the moment you're working and you don't get 'it' but then you do immediately, he tries to squeeze under that as if it's nothing but it's everything and well it should be because we know that is what it is...and if you shold just walk in someday and say eh...how about getting some green eggs and ham?? I would, you would, we all would...but I think a trendy beer and a little of the social milieu will do me better ...I think
such as it is...my german nuclear scientist I write for you because I think that was thedictionary...there I recorded it all while married to another...quite a 'fet a complish'./
something...
we're looking for murphy's under the bed, we are

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just watched a jk rowling miniseries from Britain about the lower classes and their drug issues...it was an interesting piece, all going back to the Profumo affair (again) as far as who gets born and when and to whom...man that guy screwed things up selling secrets to the soviets, who of course had to play the wrong card so daddie could diddle his daughter...damn it all...thanks to good old extra terrestrial abductor G)P..who is to blame for putting the disks in the wrong places once good ol profumo had sold them off...well anyway, I think we've about gotten it straight and there it goes down the poop shoot into blogger and we'll all rest better tonight if the drug trade in our little community has anything to say about it...

I'm sick a the rain I am I am...I miss my kids and look forward to seeing one of t hem soon, made him a great afghan for christmas and will present it to him when I'm there, along with a darling cap for his daughter and some leg warmers for her...course it's going to be her burpday soon so I've packed along a Spanish doll her grandmother gave me and I will make a habit of giving her a special doll on her burpday I believe she will be 7 now and she loves books and reading along with her sister who's a little older and t heir mother is t he typical welfare mom getting all these guys to give her child support while she gets pregnant and has another child and doesn't love t hem any more it's all in the cards as far as how that works out but as it stands we're better off living where we do since my son got into that with her a while back and he says now she wants him back in her life well he has new plans since she's been off living withsomeone else I guess I don't have a beau at the moment, not really if you can't count the man from t he other side of the universe as real square but then I've een moving furniture giving some away, dealing with rain and it's co urse t hrough my yard and not walking the beach enough and getting the office squ ared away so I can run my tackle and bait t hrough there and no sit at the back door freezing w hile the cats slide in and out..would like better wheels to get over to see my son but I guess we have to inherit those from our mothers (in law) and mine's racking up a bill in t he nursing home that all theinheritance is going to have to pay thanks to DOS and so on...it's interesting...I'm a little tired today but not really reading a wonderful book I didn't like at first because first person was talking about his amputation and maimed form due to injuryI suppose that could be my son's way of looking at life but I think we'll get all his parts back from t he gross product issues and  he'll be fine..walks slightly limpy due to the read...have to embroider it all a bit thaniks to authoriship and so on...now t hat we're in the planet discovery mode (DISCOVER CARD....ahemmmm) we're good and so on...inalizing effort to rant about nothing is quotient modified t hereto at this .alt station hehe

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'