Tuesday, November 29, 2011

Snow in the SouthWoods

     Greetings of the day to one and all visiting here,  said day being the 29th day of the month of November, the 11th, and next to last, such month in this soon to be used up year of 2011AD.  Good Morning to everyone, even the critters that run our lives, live in our homes, and have a firm grip on our hearts.
     The residents of the Manor House woke this morning early to see snow piled lightly on the Dodge.  Whatever fell on the hardtop, grass and other surfaces has disappeared aready, but the Dodge held on to the evidence.  Not all that much, but it IS still there.  32°F now with an expectation of rain through the day, mid 40s for the highs.
     The following is what was written not too long before this old Bird felt the call of the big feather bed, the Lady of the House, and our four little 'owners', the little ManCats we call 'the Mouskateers of Five Oaks Manor.  Thought I would drop it in here.

MikiCato taking charge of the evenings' duties of
the security detail's chief guard, observer, and
box warmer at Five Oaks Manor.
I think he was asleep here.
     "So, this evening I be looking over my right  shoulder out the window as I type, watching the big fat snow flakes coming down.  More rain than snow, but the flakes are humongonous.  Don't think it will stick, and so I was told by my better half, our local TV channel's Chief Meteorologist doesn't think so either.  Whatever, I'll sleep through it all (I hope!)
     Speaking about looking out the window made me think of the large feeder I have hanging there for the Mouskateers' benefit.  They all love Bird TV, and in past years the programming has been great.  
     Just recently the bird feeders are becomming populated again.  The Cardinals are just now coming around here, and I did see one Chickadee amongst a small flock of maybe 4 Sparrows this afternoon. The doves are not back yet.  Ah, but they will come.  I've a large container of feed just for the larger feather dusters.  And those feeders are ready to be put out. 
     This past summer is the first summer we did not keep the small bird feeders full. Up until then, we always had dozens upon dozens of many breeds of birds visiting and feasting, a lot of those I could not identify. 
This one was taken a while back, when there was
a regular visitor there.  Lady Cardinal took a liking
to MikiCato and the two of them struck up a mite
of a friendship.
I always dropped some seed on the window ledge
so she would have an 'excuse' to flirt with the Cat.
     Now they all have to find the place again. We have had a full contingent of Ruby-throated hummers all summer long. Actually three regulars. They nested in the big Christmas cedar in the front yard. Ever so often I would look out and see 8 - 10 - 12 or more visitors swarming the feeders. Now I haven't seen the three in over a week. I'm thinking they have joined the flock going south, or I should say, they JOINED the flock. Ah, but they will come back. 20 years here and always at least a pair spending the summer either in the honeysuckle on the car port or in the cedar. 
     Kitties were thrilled to see the birds on the feeder today. All four insiders were in one window shoulder to shoulder gazing and chittering away at the cardinal and the little ones.
     Everyone have a great night, and sleep well.  This old Owl is out and about the threads of the secret forum, got some blogs to update, and a few dozen friends' blogs to visit and make smart remarks about.  That 'friends' list on Blogspot.com is growing like a weed on steroids.  Oh, don't get me wrong, I love it, I really do, but I try so hard to be lazy and I wind up making more 'work' for myself every time I turn a corner.  
     Life is good, isn't it?  
     Be safe .... "

     Well, we DID get snow here in the NE section of SouthWoodsUSA (Mississippi to those not in the know), and we survived it.  I told everyone reading along once upon a time that us Southreners are a sturdy stock.  We can stand anything ..... just as long as what ever it is we have to survive is somewhere but where we are.
     The Owl here, making with the glad words, filling my obligation to make with said glad words, preferably on a daily basis, but of recent times, not so daily.  That problem we'll tend to with the proper expedience and decorum as should be afforded such a fine document as this Blather Blog has become.
     In just a few short minutes I will turn this computer off, get the cleaning goodies out and proceed to ignore all of you while I clean in, around, and under the prized tower, monitor, and other assorted and sundry add-on whiz boxes and thanamajigs attached to said tower.
     And for what it's worth, and for the benefit of those guilty of what I speak, THANK YOU, one and all.  I can't ever say that enough.
     That said, I'm thinking it's time to do an extensive update to the files titled 'My Documents.  Gotta store what I don't use often, and make room for the stuff to come.
     Heh!  One thing I noticed when I was moving pix from the Docs to the 'family pix' folder.  Buddy Bear's folder had, before I moved the last 80+ there, 846 pix of that particular plump little dust mop.  Reluctant to look at Miki's folder to see THAT number.  I'm thinking he is the winner in the 'most pictures' category.
     Whatever, time to get up and get with it, or rather, get down and get with it.  I'll be crawling around this console for a while for sure.  Well, I'll have lots of company what with the House Panther and brother Yellow Fellow always meddling and wanting to 'help'.
     The day promises to be one of rather short range activity, what with the rain and the freezing temps ..... 'Manor House' is NOT as big as the 'name' implies.  Me Da used to say "This place ain't big enough to cuss a cat in!"  I'm thinking he would be saying that if he visited here, and, ya know, he would be RIGHT ON!  But as to the cussing of the cat ..... everyone knows I would NEVAH cuss a cat.  NEVAH!  It's not in my mild mannered, even tempered, sweet self's makeup to do such a dastardly deed.
     Getting deep in here, huh?  Mayhap we should stop and move on the the titivating of the computer room and all goodies therein.  ME?  No, I'll get MY cleaning the first Monday of each month ..... that ordeal due in just shy of a week.          
     We shall speak of such at a much later date, trust me.

Now I'm gone, I being, of course, ME!

aka KnightOwl aka Large One
I am also theWizard they call Sergeant Pop

A bit of a puzzle here, just for the heck of it.
Here's a shot of the northern sky taken this past summer (2011),
 from the front yard of the Manor House.
There have been sighted (3) three cats in those clouds.
Lets see how well you remember
those long hours of lying in the field of summer grass, gazing up at the clouds,
searching for 'stuff and things' in said clouds.
I myself, have found three.
How many do YOU see?

Monday, November 28, 2011

Monday - A word or three for all

And a good Morning, Monday style, to one and all.
Welcome all to the Blather Blog called KnightOwl's Roost.

     Lets see ..... what else am I supposed to say here?
     Maybe I should type these intros up before hand so I can get them posted quickly and get on with my daily duties of being the Supreme Lord and Master & Official Editor In Charge (SLAMOEIC) of Five Oaks Manor notes and blathers, of all things posted by those attendant to, and a part of, Buddy Bear's Cats' World Web Community (BBCWWC), and all extensions, add-ons and other attachments you shall find here. 
     The day is cold, dank, dreary, dribbly, and dull.  And I are cold!  I just realized, when I posted the word 'cold' that I am still running around in the thin T worn this past night in the big feather bed.  Must needs make some changes to this absent minded old fool's apparel doncha think?
     Did I mention that it is COLD?  Well, it is!
     Mayhap we'll be fiddlin around off and on the Cat Porch (our carport) later this morning so the 'work' apparel choice will definitely be of somewhat much heaver duds.  Since it's only 33°F here, and the high for the day has been prognosticated at only roundabout 40°, Winter clothing is the choice of the day.

• A Note here:  I am NOT a friend of cold weather, do not live in an area of the good ole USofA with a excessively cold climate, so therefore my assessment of the condition of the day, ie. COLD, is correct, and emphatically reasserted herein.

     IT IS COLD HERE!  I do apologize for the shouts now and again, but what better way to get my main point across.
     Well, the 'Velcro Lap-robe House Panther' (VLHP), aka MikiCato, has just decided my lap is too warm, moved his rangy little frame from my lap to the nest behind my head, curled and flaked out again, after sinking that one little claw into my shirt sleeve, just to make sure he knows when I move from the area.
     I can now be up and about the task of feeding my face and cranky tummy, as long as I carry the above mentioned VLHP with me.  I usually do that anyhow, so I am up, out and about my chosen task.
     Everyone, be safe, stay warm and dry, hug the critters and the others, have a mug of hot whatever, and come when you can.
     Enough arready .....
     I'm gone ......

Roy, Sr.
aka KnightOwl aka Large One
I am also theWizard they call Sergeant Pop

To remind us what Summer looks like, here's this one from
a couple three summers ago, taken just down the road from
the Manor house.
This is Kudzu Creek.

Saturday, November 26, 2011

Saturday Morning - Gonna be another one of those days .....

     Good Saturday Morning everyone.  Happy Day.  I woke up!
One of the local residents back last
spring.  I had just filled the Bird TV
in front of the computer room window
where Buddy and the boys spend a
goodly amount of time, playing 'lazy cat'
and surveying the world outside.
I confess:  I watch a lot too!
     NO, I am not feeling well, and I am cranky, but, then again, thinking back on the many mornings that have passed, I am ..... NORMAL after all.  Sorry for the shouting there.  Every day up and about is another day I beat the old Grim Reaper.
     What's wrong with me, you may ask.  Everything actually!  I need a tune up, a trip to the body shop, new treads, new glass, and could stand a better amplifier on the radio and CD players.  So, what's it to you?  Writing a book ..... I'll leave the last half of that last well known phrase out of the morning's greeting.  Lets let that one go, OK?
     Looking for rain in the afternoon, fog now, temp now = 55°, temp this afternoon amid all the moisture predicted, 71 - 73°.
     Wonder what will happen when I go out the door again (went out at 6 to take the crunchy din din bowls to the little girlkits, saw three strange, half starved looking hunting hounds snurffling around the car, chased them off, watched them wander to the neighbor's house, two of them cocking a leg on the neighbor's SUV .... Heh!  NO!  We're still not friendly, the neighbor and I/Me [whatever]).  Wonder if they circled back just to spite me.  I like dogs, actually, just as long as they, and their care and upkeep, are someone else's worry.  Lets leave that 'whine' for a later date, 'K?
The SouthWoodsUSA trail, looking down the
 road from Five Oaks Manor, the west view of the
round-about circle I walk, when I walk.
This was taken a few years back
during the summer.
     Anyway, the day has begun and is proceeding to look like it's going to stay around, so I'll get out and about, see if I can get some miles on the old track shoes for a change.  May just walk guard around the acre instead of taking a chance of getting caught down the way when the rains come.  Can't get caught in the rain ..... I would melt!
     Now, all that said, I shall attempt to get the Bear off my foot, the Mik off my lap, unhook Tegar's claw from the back of my T shirt, get up and carefully step over the Rowdy one, head to the fun room, dose up my mug, heat the water, and try for another mug of lemon/Earl Gray with a dose of honey.  Possibly a huge bowl of milk and crunchy (I know Miki will like THAT), and after the stuffing of the face routine, another check on the Catladies of The Five Oaks Manor Cat Porch and Laundry Room Boudoir (Ms Princess and Ms Smokey).
     Anyone just now tuning into this series of blathers and blurbs from yours truly curious about these names I keep dropping, check out Buddy Bear's Cats' World's Blather Blog.  You might also be interested in Buddy Bear's Cats' World, a Tribute to the Cat.  Rather large place with more than a few add-on sites to Buddy's credit.  (shameless Spam and unsolicited advertisement there.)  Oh, for those who are leery of visiting new and different sites, those are all, advertisement free, all lacking porn and profanity, and are, above all, Cat Safe.  Y'all join us!

     Geez, Just typing all this I feel worn out.  Not the effort of it all, just another wave of lightheadedness and a touch of nausea.  Ah!  Just the mileage, as I've said before.
     All of you take enjoy the weekend, be safe, stay warm, keep dry (unless of course it's your time for the annual bath and butt scrubbing .... this IS Saturday after all), be happy, and come see us when you can.  Lisa and I will be around.  I'm sure she will top me with the attendance till whatever is 'bugging' me is defeated, or at least dosed with the proper chemicals and other such necessary bodily additives.  OK!  That makes me think.  Did I take my morning pills?  And, if so, did I add enough liquid to my stomach to offset the large amount of foreign substances the Doctors have forced on me for the duration of my next 30 years?  Damn!  I need a drink!  Well, we know about that need don't we?  Caffeine too!   Seems all my 'vices' are verboten.  Well, it was fun while it lasted.
     Y'all come ......

Roy, Sr.
aka KnightOwl aka Large One
I am also theWizard they call Sergeant Pop

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Having been absent from this site for so long, I came in expecting to find it NOT on the web, or at least locked.  Really, I don't know what I expected, but, to my delight and too, to my chagrin (is that the right word?), I find it ready and waiting for my new post.
     What post?  I've nothing to say, nothing what so ever.
     Now that I said that, I think there might be a thing or three I could blather about.  For now, though, lets just say that I do hope I can get back to the regularity of posting here, as I've just recently done on Buddy Bear's Cats' World's Blather Blog.  Of course there is no guarantee I'll continue.  I could get bored for lack of interest on the part of my fans and followers, but that should not ..... I say SHOULD NOT, have anything to do with my posting.  As I've said in many places on the WWW, I write because I like to.  I don't like the sound of my own voice, but here that's not an issue ..... only when I mess up and have to delete, back space, retype, and edit ...... foul mouth old Bird for sure.

Weather (the favorite subject of those of us who have nothing set in mind to toss a hissy about) here in the SouthWoods is getting on toward Winter.     Night temps have been hitting middle 20s to lower 30s, yet daytime runs sometimes into the upper 70s.  And it's all playing hell with a lot of our systems (body, not computer, thankyouverrymuch), causing much misery, whining, and general discomfort.  What I'm saying is, cold weather is upon us and we are fighting the sniffles and worse, big time.  This old Bird has had the start of the flu a couple times already, but managed to fight it off, I guess because of the meds I am on daily.  Hopefully that fight will continue to be won by MY side.

     As with most writings I do, our little cats, the 6 Mouskateers of Five Oaks Manor, always pop up into the missive somewhere some how.  Well, you know how it is, a man having a mess of children wanting to talk and brag about what the kids did today and such.  Anyway, be forewarned about that particular happening.

     As I get back into the saddle here so to speak, I'll be adding pictures I, and my family, have taken, not only of the pets, the kids, and an occasional group shot, but of what we see around about the places we live, work, and play.

     Now, I'm going to leave this one, call it FINI, at least for the day, and take myself over to the blog at Buddy's place, make with the post there, then take a stroll down the hallway to the fun room, with my escort of at least 1, sometimes 2 of the little cats leading the way, make myself a large mug of Earl Gray, lemon laced and lightly sugared, get out the cookie jar, and read a couple three chapters of my latest James Patterson detective/super cop book, which is almost due back at the local library.

Must get with that program if I'm to remain in the good graces of the fine people staffing said establishment.

Here's three of the 6 reasons I first came to the WWW to blather, post pix
and generally hangout, bother family and friends while saving money on
long distance telephone calls all over the world.
From top to bottom, left to right we have Buddy Bear, Tegar, and MikiCato.
Rowdy was with his Mom, Ms Smokey and Ms Princess were chasing rabbits
outside where they have their own little boudoir just off the Cat Porch.

     Everyone take care, be safe, stay warm/cool (whatever your part of the world calls for at present), and come visit with me next time.
     I am

Roy Sr,
aka KnightOwl

Friday, June 17, 2011

Friday - A Stormy Day In the Southland

     This has been a very slow week on the web hasn't it?  At least here at the Roost.  Guess the 'new' has worn off huh?  Or did I insult everyone and you're all ignoring me maybe?  Thas arrite, the kitties still love me.  I think.
     Had a very nasty day today, starting early (about 6 AM our time) with heavy clouds moving in, blotting out all the light everywhere.  For a few minutes there, I though, what with the sound of the rumble from the heavy morning traffic coming from the interstate just a click and a bump over the hill from us, that we were due for another possible tornado.
     For the roughly 20 years we've been here in the SouthWoods we've had tornadoes  flying around ripping up the countryside nearby, but never really getting to us.  This time, for a few minutes at least, I thought, "Now it's OUR time.  What do we do, what do we do?"
     I walked outside to take stock of our possibilities (as if I hadn't done that dozens of times in the past years), and I saw it was a different situation altogether.  All of a sudden the rain swept in like pouring water out of a big bucket.   Winds were not all that bad, but the rain ..... according to the local weather prognosticator on the evening TV news we had roughly 7 inches of rain in our burgh, just a mile and a half away as the crow flies.
     Thankfully the ground was like a sponge soaking it up almost as fast as it fell.  Well, anyway, I didn't see all this happening, just the start of it.  I was taken to the feathers (bed) by the 4 Mouskateers (the cats).  Since they comfort me when I'm disturbed, ill, and distraught, I figured it was my duty to repay the debt.  Kinda hurts to see the little guys all bundled into themselves full of fear, not knowing what is happening around then and definitely not liking it one little furry bit.
     Well, we slept, at least I did, through the most of the morning and on into mid afternoon, at which time I was up and at table as demanded by my tiny Wife-mate.  Shortly after, with the thought of just relaxing and catching up on my reading, I again joined the little furrbutts buried amongst the bed linens and pillows, only to drift off to sleep again.
     We, or at least I, awoke shortly before 6 this evening finding the sky cleared up, the day still, and the ground showing signs of rain, although signs of the heavy rains I heard about were negligible .  The little plastic matchbox we call a car was definitely clean, I can say that much for the downpour.  There wasn't a single streak left on that dark green (almost black) little Dodge.  Cat porch, at least the north end, was a flood, although only minor.  I left that little bit for the kitties and the soon to come night life types that roam our share of the neighborhood, as if that were the only place rainwater is standing, fresh for the lapping and slurping.
     Now, needless to say, the damn 'skeeters are out in full flight, deeply engrossed in tight aerial tactical exercises fit to run the little cats into the high grass on the back corner of the acre.  I ain't goin out there without my 'Bounce Softener' sheets attached to my bony old person.  (best anti 'skeeter application I've found yet.  Good smelling, not greasy, and easy to apply.  For those not in the know, it is not a joke, it works.  Try it!
     I may be already put half you folks asleep with this diatribe, so we'll call this one finished and take ourselves back to the world of here and now, proofread the little House Panther, MikiCato's copy, and see to getting it posted on the House Panther Blog.  And I quite sure one of the other kits has started something for Buddy's Blog as well.  We are definitely behind on our posting, so the thought around the manor is that we shall correct our errors while we can.
     This said, we shall be out and about.
     Later .....

     Y'all come.  And bring/send your neighbours and friends.
     Newbies/Characters are welcome too!




Monday, June 13, 2011

Is it Morning, or is it Night?

     Where am I?

     I gotta tell this one.  It shows the confusion of the 'retired' mind I'm thinking.  This was a couple three days back.
     I woke rather suddenly, sat up and shook my head to clear the cobwebs of sleep.  The old Big Ben clock on the shelf let it be known it was but a few clicks and a beep before 8:00.  I looked over and my shoulder at the other side of the big bed and saw cats, but no wife, and from habit, I assumed she had fallen asleep in the fun room while curled on the futon reading (common enough happening for both of us from time to time.)
     Glancing out the window I noticed it seemed a bit dark for that time of the morning.  I remembered Lisa saying that the local weather prognosticator had mentioned something about possible rain and storms one day in the immediate future.  Thinking this was the morning for said showers and ugly stuff, I turned my attention back to the here and now.
     With creaking and popping of age worn joints, I arose from the feathers, trying, as I did, not to awaken the heathen cat (Rowdy) I discovered sleeping curled tightly in a ball in my arm.  If he woke he showed no signs of it.  Anyway, after finally managing to right myself in the bed, I set about getting myself together to be up and about and to go have some quality time with the lady of the house, her clowder of kits, and to check on the two little kits out on the 'cat porch'.  It was past those two little ones' feeding time, that being my job.
     I kept glancing out the window wondering when the storm would start, if it would rain, and would we even have anything but clouds and a mite of wind.  Finally, up and on my still unsteady feet, I lumbered into THE room for the morning ablutions and other such necessities.  As per the norm at Five Oaks, said ablutions were cat assisted!
     Upon completion of the usual morning activities, I noticed MikiCato curled in the linen closet, drowsily eying me with one eye half open like "are you back so soon?"  I couldn't believe the little guy had spent the night in there.  That's something he has never done in all his 8 years.  He usually curls in with me early in the morning and stays abed a while after I'm up and out and doing the days things that I do.  Ah, well, new things happening every day.
     Out the door, down the hall, and Voila, there sits the love of my life, deeply engrossed in the latest best seller recently gleened from the shelves of the local library.
     "Oh, Hi Honey!  Did you sleep well?  Want some tea and cookies?  I just finished a new batch.  They are already in the jar!"
     That's not right!  She does NOT bake before sunrise ..... NEVER!  Where's the clock?  Ayup, it IS after 8.  Well, late again.  Not exactly the first time such has happened since retiring.  Actually that is the first thing I had in my mind when I made the decision to retire some 9 ..... or was it 10, years ago.  Whatever!  Been a while and it's not important anyway.
     Just then, I was given a big shock treatment when my tiny little Lady love of 47 years said "Don't forget to take the trash out before you go back to bed.  Remember the Garbage Guys come in the morning!"
     I sat down to table with my cup of hot Earl Gray, looked at her and said "Is it morning or night?"
     Realizing something was not right with me (well, there's always been that problem but usually not of this sort) she casually asked if I felt OK.
      "Just wondering why it's so dark outside at this time of the morning."
     "It's Monday night Honey.  You fell asleep reading and I put your book and glasses on the night stand.  That was around 3.  The cats piled in with you just as I turned the light out.  I've been baking cookies and watching TV.  Oh, and your daughter called ...... "
     I went back to bed and read most of the night.
     I hate this getting old and feeling lost and useless.  I was always told the first thing that goes is your memory, then you can't ..... but wait, that's a subject for another time and definitely NOT this public writing place.  Gotta have privacy for that one.

     I, hopefully am now back on the blogs, and again, hopefully, with a few tales and interesting thoughts to share with everyone brave enough to sit through the reading of an old man's Blathering.
     Here's to everyone having a good day, a very pleasant night, and better control of your senses and memory than the old one behind these keys.
     I'll be back .....
     Later .....


Sunday, May 15, 2011

Sunday - Catching up again

     There's nothing going on here worth Blathering about today.  It's chilly, the sun is neurotic as hell hiding behind clouds and such, and the neighborhood is soggy.  Even the birds are roosting outside the window.
     Bird TV sucks today.  Well, so does the regular TV.  I'm so glad we packratted the years and years of tapes, records, and CDs we accumulated here and there, and even the MIDIs on the computer.  At least we can choose what we want to bore us.
     Haven't had my pills today, not hungry, not interested in junk food (even if we had any), out of juices, can't drink booze, buttermilk or even soda, so I walk around with a 32oz mug of lumpy water (read here water with ice cubes added, OK?) in my hand.

Of course Rowdy and Tegar drink most of it.  
Every time I sit down somewhere 
one or the other of those little trouble makers 
are there patting the top of the mug wanting 
me to take it off so they can guzzle my water.  
Cats run the house anyway.  

     What's the word?  Bored!  Yeah, I'm that arrite.  Just plain and simple.  I haven't thought of going for a stroll around the SouthWoods yet, but that just might happen.  Must needs get some sleeves on though.  Naaah!  That's too much trouble getting dressed to go out and work up a sweat plodding up and down the road, getting barked at, being followed by little kitties with cuddle in mind, and being glared at through cracks in the curtains of this and that Mobile Home as if I am a Terrorist with Mayhem in mind.
     Which hits on a subject I tend to concentrate on a good bit lately: Mental breakdown in the neighborhood just below the Manor house.  All the newbies moving in (and they move in and out almost daily) all think they are being put upon by this and that neighbor and tend to hang the family shotgun by the front door.  I'm thinking it's inherited actually.  Well, yes, definitely to the shotguns, but I was talking about this mental breakdown bit.  I've been walking the same route up and down these roads for close to 20 years, sometimes twice a day, and have not stolen the trash cans nor dog-napped any of the rangy mutts roaming the yards to selling to this and that lab for experimental purposes.  Still, I am suspect.  Well, I did my time in Nam, so I'm used to eyes glaring at me from the bushes and deep inside the dingy looking hovel they call home.  Another subject is needed her toot sweet!
     Just on the side here, have you ever noticed, those of you who regularly read my ramblings, that I very seldom have anything nice to say about my neighborhood, nor few, if any, of the people living in it?  Well, I guess that's mainly because I have discovered, over the years, that in talking up the nice in the neighbors, the good things they do and such, I wind up having to feed a whole slew of strange 'friend' types that come over just to get a free handout and watch my big TV, all operating on the 'friendly neighbor' principle that 'the Owl is a soft touch, and they (Owl and Lady Owl), are all alone and lonely and need some company, and we could get some good eats there and borrow some tools and forget to bring them back.'
     As to the TV, they all wanna watch the same thing: a bunch of idiot men in funny looking uniforms run up and down a big cow pasture ploughing into each other, stomping on each other, and trying to throw a warped, out of shape ball away, while others in different colored but identical uniforms keep grabbing it and running around like they wanna play keep-away.  And when one program is cancelled, there's always another on another channel with two different bunches of idiots doing the same thing, just wearing different gaudy looking uniforms.
     Summertime viewing is just as nertzy as winter.  In the summer it's two bunches of idiots, same thing with the uniforms, this time with a fist sized little ball they keep throwing at each other, like they are trying to knock the other guy's teeth out ..... and this is men on their own side.  Then this one guy walks up to a spot on the field and dodges that ball as a dude in the middle of the field tries to get them teeth.  (bet they have hellacious dental bills at the end of the year).  What seems to be the aim of the game is for the guy getting thrown at to hit that ball with a stick of wood and drive it into the crowd out there.  Guess they wanna either get rid of the ball, or get revenge on some of the loudmouthed drunks badmouthing them and then ignoring them when they do something that's supposed to be good.
     And the ladies that visit and spend the weekend while the men stink up the fun room.  Cackling, hens with some of the weirdest looking hairdos and skimpy clothes I think I've ever seen.  Never could understand why women would pile on the clothes around the house but when they go out to visit and socialize they always take most all the clothes off.  Just backwards of when I was used to as a young lad.  Now I wanna tell you something about these females.  They AIN'T all that young most of them.
     Just sayin .....
     Actually, most all of the young women would NOT stoop to our level ..... they gotta be out and cruisin the roads, listening to some Ahole yabbering about sex, bad dope, and cheap women.  And they all LOVE it.  (The yabbering I'm talking about.  Not sure about the rest, but lately I'm wondering .)
     And we raised these young people?
     Just askin!
     Maybe I should stop this and get off the keyboard.  I HAVE had a couple three threatening EMails of late talking about my badmouthing the younger generation and the neighborhood in general.  No biggie.  I know where they all live so their threat of "Remember, we know where you live!" don't hold no water.  I have Google Earth and Maps too.
     Anyway, I will shut up, edit this, pick a picture for the day, and go on to other things.  Perchance my Muse is awake and can take over and keep me out of trouble with the neighborhood.  Actually that is no problem there.  They all have wireless computers and leach off my account signal, at least until I set the modem to stand by, just, if for nothing else than to piss them off.  (I do that a lot lately!)  I mean, I gotta have SOME fun don't I.
     Y'all come when you can.  And bring/send your neighbours and friends.  Newbies/Characters are welcome too!  I'll be here, if not right quick like, then shortly thereafter ..... maybe.

     Everyone take care, be safe, be happy, and most of all, smile.  Confuses the hell out of the enemy.


Way back in the younger days
That's my little friend and Owner, Terry Lee 
trying to keep me awake.
I think I remember putting him to sleep that time.
It was fun whatever happened.