It is after 11 O’clock in the evening and almost time to go to bed.
I thought I would scour the Internet to read a few radical right wing political blogs but all I could find were a few that seemed to be written by people who had little or no actual knowledge about anything . . . but I must say there were plenty of them spouting their ordinary rhetoric of hate against the government, the president and Liberals.
Finding no radical rightie blogs that I would ever deign to wipe my rear on – much less actually read and think about . . . I went on to other and more profitable pursuits.
I have been reading some diet information put out by an author named Kevin Trudeau . . . and for a couple of days now I have been trying some of the stuff he has been talking about . . . but I haven’t made my mind up yet about it all. Time will tell. If I lose even a pound on the stuff I am reading I will be more than happy to have purchased Mr. Trudeau’s book.
Having forgotten almost completely about the benefits of ground up flax seeds, I started adding them to my oatmeal again and I must say I am well pleased.
I have been fighting the battle about whether to drink the tap water from our faucets here in the
mansion (house) or whether to continue my newly acquired habit of drinking bottled spring water. I will make a final decision on that little item in about a week or two. I must admit the spring water tastes a lot better to me than the tap.
Today was sunny and mild so my friend Jim and I worked in the back yard a little bit removing some of the dead or dying shrubbery and flowers.
Ordinarily this work is reserved for a gardener but we do like to get our hands dirty once in a while and work at the horticultural aspects of gentile living and besides . . . it is kind of a rewarding way to spend some time breathing the fresh air of the outside rather than the filtered air inside.
My friend Jim and I drove to the local Wal Mart store today to just ramble through the store and look at merchandise.
I normally do not purchase clothing items from big box stores but I found a pair of black khaki trousers with an expandable waist that appealed to me so I splurged. I think these will look good with a patterned shirt and a corduroy sport coat. We shall see.
My son, the executive with the major food brand, came to visit me today so I treated us all to a kind of late lunch at a local eatery renowned for their ice cream sundaes among other things and it was a pleasant get-together. I had not visited with this son for almost three years now and it was a real treat to see him again.
Jim had this enormous ice cream concoction – – actually a “peppermint/chocolate” sundae.
Peppermint ice cream and I do not fare well together but Jim reports he enjoyed the thing – – so be it! I guess! Ugh!
Tomorrow is the day I review my holdings and my portfolio with the financial guy. So far the diversification plan I first implemented back in the late 70s and early 80s seems to be working out fine. Some mysterious unseen force keeps on pumping cash into my personal splurge account so I am happy as a clam . . . and they say the economy is bad. Bullshit!
One radical right winger I am aware of told me once he is happy to have attained the ripe old age of a little more than 60 years old and that he is still working 80 hours or more a week at a wage-paying job and he is all proud and happy that he is able to keep up all his payments on all the things he owns.
I am not working at all because I retired 11 years ago with enough income and assets to live comfortably the rest of my days on this earth and I rarely ever worked more than a 50 hour week in my life. I did it on wages and benefits from my industrial labor union job coupled with a series of wisely guided investments, some acquisitions and some good luck – – after a disastrous bankruptcy in 1978.
It didn’t take me too long to discover that it is far better to have people working for you than to be working for somebody else.
But if the righties are happy slaving away from cradle to grave that is no skin off my nose and more power to them.
The roses in the back 40 are starting to look a little pekid now because the Fall of the year is approaching and winter will soon be upon us again.
I am hoping this winter will not be as bad as the one that went before. That last winter was a doozy!
Maybe this year if it gets cold enough and I get bored enough I might just hop on down south for a while. Last year I was looking at some lakefront property in the Ft. Lauderdale area and those pink flamingo things and blue water canals with balmy days and nights in January are looking ever so much better all the time.
I bought a book on microwave cooking recently and I guess I will drive the house boy nuts because I will be messing up the smaller kitchen experimenting with the book and the microwave.
I used to eschew microwave cooking for the most part because I had read somewhere that microwaving food changes the molecular structure some way and creates something un-natural. But I have gotten over that fear and will now experiment with things like “Microwave Fried Chicken” and other seemingly odd dishes.
If it works out I shall make a positive report and if not . . . oh well, what the Hell? You only live once, right?
So I see that America has her first case of ebola now and that the patient is in isolation somewhere in a big hospital and all the medical experts are telling us there is nothing to worry about because everything is under control and you can only get ebola virus by coming into contact with the bodily fluids of a victim who has fallen ill with it.
I hate it when experts decide to put their two cents in on something because it always signals to me the possibility that things are a lot worse than they want us to know about and maybe somebody is trying to cover some impending disaster up with soothing words of bullshit so as to prevent us all from going into a panic or something.
I hear the ebola virus does not go airborne.
So if the virus is contained in bodily fluids and does not go airborne what happens when someone with ebola sickness sneezes? Aren’t droplets of sneeze emissions considered to be “bodily fluids?” Hold on there a minute, my friend – – what about sneezes?
Look folks, it is late now and I am going to get into that oversized bed there at the end of this cavern and snooze for a little while.
If it should happen that I awaken in the morning and if I am able to get to the keyboard here again, I shall no doubt return with more stuff to share.
In the meantime I want you all to know that I am totally grateful for your visits here with me on this blog and I am honored that you have stopped by and . . . well . . . thanks!
Nighty-Nite for now everybody . . . sleep well.