Good morning readers. Thanks for coming by for a read this morning. This is the real, honest-to-goodness, 2012, worn down to a small nub ‘me’ coming to you this morning from the Middle of Nowhere.
I’m a bit stiff and sore, slow getting moving this morning, so I’m stalling the inevitable by sharing a few bits and pieces of a reality that’s becoming decreasingly real. The package above might save me a lot of words, say it more succinctly than anything I could contrive. It’s no surprise those things ended up hanging on a rack in the Dollar Tree store. Maybe the lousiest marketing strategy for a food item in the history of mankind.
Then there’s this:
I’m the sort of person who naturally does everything bumper stickers tell me I ought to do. Keeps me following a straight and narrow path in one hell of a lot of mutually exclusive directions. So when I saw all those blue plastic drink cups pushed into the chainlink fence across from one of the thrift stores in Kerrville, I immediately resolved myself to quit using AB, whatever the hell that is. I figured it must be the latest recreational drug of choice.
I thought on it a lot driving back to the Middle of Nowhere, tried all manner of words beginning with A and B, certain there was something out there I needed to quit using. Got on the Internet when I arrived home and did a Dogpile dot com search on AB Use. Couldn’t find a damned smidgen about it.
But I swear to you, if I ever do find out what it is, I’m dropping it out of whatever it is I’m doing with it.
As for everything else, I’m having a fine old time devising and constructing a watershed management plan here the likes of which very few of me in my past lives have ever done. I’m tackling that runoff water from rainfall if we ever get any, making it stand up on its hind legs and whinny, then behave itself.
I’ll probably post a few pics of some of it, though it’s just mainly a matter of persuading water to treat the thin soil here with more respect than it’s done in the past, explaining to it about how the damned cattle aren’t fighting over every blade of grass anymore. Showing it the error of its ways.
Other major events around here worth mentioning won’t bowl you over more than that. The invader cat’s decided to demand a lot of petting when he’s here, which pisses off all the other felines. But he’s only here Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays, nearly as I can figure. There’s a ranch woman a mile or so to the west feeding him sometimes, Gale’s heard, and I always see him coming out of the woods to the east. Makes a series of stops, I reckons, trying to keep everyone happy.
Then there’s the other project, the subtle energy investigation. Major steps forward, lots of learning, mind openings, having to go back and recalculate a lot of areas because previous premature assumptions stopped me before they were thoroughly tested. But the doors are opening more daily and the corridors behind them are narrowing.
Any day now I expect to have a lot better understanding of the mechanism. But it’s clear it involves reflective light from unlikely celestial bodies, and evidently includes interactions between the axial tilts of various objects and that of the sun. With complications resulting from Old Sol’s communistic notion he doesn’t have to spin at the same speed at his equator as he does in his other body parts.
That’s about all worth mentioning for the moment. Thanks for the visit.