You're a Democrat if......

Art Linkletter wrote a best seller called, ‘Kids say the darnedest things....’ because you just never know what gonna come out of the mouth of unrehearsed children...Heck, you never really know what’s gonna come out of the mouth of a child, whether or not they’ve been rehearsed....sort of like politicians...
The upcoming debate between Joe Biden ‘n Sarah Palin is one of those moments.....like watching a world series game or a championship fight...or the last hole of a golf match...the suspense is not so much about who’s gonna win or lose but who’s going to do the unexpected....Joe Biden has been around f’rever (almost) ‘n we know that he’s a comedy of error just waiting to happen....we also know that it ain’t gonna matter to Obama’s campaign what Joe says.....Nah! America is not going to be watching t’see what Joe says or does....America is going t’be watching Sarah.....Love her or hate her, the world is going t’be watching (with bated breath, whatever than means) t’see what she says and how she says it....and by the way, I’m aware that some people (mostly feminazi’s) hate Sarah Palin....I’m not one of them. I think she’s attractive and smart and a thoroughly likable person. I don’t know her or her family very well but I’m inclined to like them as well.
I think the lies that are told about her are petty and pathetic. I think the people who go into meltdown over her belief system yet refuse to acknowledge Obama’s lies about his religious ties, his political ties, his accomplishments and his voting record border on insanity. If you pull up to a stop sign, look only in one direction and then pull out to be run over by a truck, AND then blame the truck, you must be a Democrat.

Let 'er rip......

It was in Montana during the 1800’s and they were hanging an outlaw named Helms. When asked if he had any last words, he said, “Let ‘er rip.”......

So I went to the dentist t’day...(did I mention that he looks like the actor, Christopher Walken.)...I lay back in the chair ‘n tho’t...”Let ‘er rip.” “Course, I never said it. A little too macho ‘n a little too childish....
Speaking of ‘macho’...years ago I was faced with a problem involving a large Marine...He invited me to ‘step outside’ to resolve our difficulties...I complied, with great trepidation of course, simply because I could find no way out of it...
Going to the dentist seems always to involve ‘great trepidation’ for almost everyone ‘n I’m certainy no exception...I didn’t bother to check my blood pressure before but would bet money that it was elevated...and even tho’ I give myself insulin injections four times a day and prick my finger at least that many times, I never get used to it ‘n can’t get over an innate fear of needles....Ah well....I don’t know how many times he stuck me with the needle to deaden the pain but needles always hurt...when he pulled the six teeth, it didn’t hurt as much as the needles did.....
And of course, I gagged when he placed the denture in my mouth...that’s gonna take a little getting used to but what can’t be cured, must be endured....what my Mama always said her Mother told her...
At any rate, I seem to have endured...my smile is greatly improved ‘n in a few days I hope t’ be able to eat something other than pablum....
Millyrose is walking the dogs this evening by herself ‘n she just informed me that it’s raining....early but not unheard of ‘n besides, I love a rainy nite.....

The inevitability of Obama.....

Not long ago the nation was mesmerized by the approaching hurricane Ike. Millions of people were too fasicinated to look away from their television sets as pundits and talking heads labored and belabored the impending destruction.
“Death is imminent” warned the experts as they importuned residents to flee inland. And hundreds of thousands heeded the warning. But tens of thousands staunchly refused to budge. News people, for whatever personal reasons unimaginable, placed themselves in the path of the storm, standing rain-soaked and wind-blown to repeat over and over their dire predictions as debris flew through the air.
Impending doom has an hypnotic effect; the space-time continium slows, the focus intensifies on the coming tsunami, a rising tide that will swamp our feeble levees and drown our economy... destruction looms.
Hurricane Obama swirls, the mounting winds of change grow stronger, building the momentum to sweep out the old, to scour the landscape and bring a more perfect world.
Of course, there’s many a slip t’wixt the cup and the lip and most hurricanes falter when they come ashore, the big wind blowing itself out, the giant wave battering the shore but eventually receding, leaving in its wake not change but detritus, flotsam and jetsam left bobbing in the surf.
The campaign grows tedious but recalling Ozymandia, "This too shall pass."

But I digress.....

‘n the most amazing thing is, I seem t’do it more’n more....
writing, conversing, even daydreaming......’n don’t even go to nighttime dreams......I refuse to take responsibility for whatever passes thru what passes for my mind when I’m sleeping......
There’s a deer under my back deck......well, t’be precise, a doe ‘n prob’ly her fawn......when I took the dogs to the backyard yesterday, she confronted us.....well, she confronted the dogs ‘n I happened t’be there...not wanting to disturb her nap, I took the dogs away ‘n didn’t bother her (them) ‘n altho’ I told Millyrose that we had a deer in the backyard, I didn’t tell her that she was napping thru the heat of the day underneath our deck.......that wuz obviously a mistake, an ‘error in judgment’ as our politico’s are won’t t’say......I say obviously ‘cuz Millyrose took the dogs out yesterday evening ‘n wuz surprised by Mama Deer who kicked Little Willie’s butt.....fortunately, Willie wuzn’t hurt tho’ it seemed t’give him some scary dreams last nite......
The last few nites have been warm so I’ve been running the AC all nite.....(cooler nites I just run the fan)...this morning I awoke to the Eau de Cologne of a skunk...had me worried for awhile but it went away...my neighbor Doug came down this morning bearing a gift of dog treats ‘n told me that he’d had a run-in with a skunk yesterday evening also.....we live close to the American River so curious visitors from various animal constituency are not really uncommon.....mostly I don’t mind but I draw the line at lions...rather not have too many visits from big cats......
On politics......neck ‘n neck ‘n neck ‘n neck, s’almost s’bad as the Dem primary....confess to not understanding the appeal of Obama....reminds me of the old Redford movie, The Candidate.....wind him up ‘n watch him dance......I swear, I can’t see any there....there.
SIL Ashby is spozed t’be returning from Tejas for only a nite or maybe two but then he has t’go back...Ike kicked butt down there ‘n they need all the help they c’n get...Kellye ‘n DaGurlz are coping.....Dave’s still wand’ring round India...last I heard with two girls from Portugal...
Cary stops for coffee occasionally ‘n Gina’s researching her next play by watching old movies.....ain’t got the slightest idee where she gets that from......

Big C Bummer.......

I haven’t written anything about cancer for awhile now but Paul Newman just died from cancer.....it’s been a long time since I believed that actors were the people that y’see on-screen...but Paul Newman wuz an exceptional actor who seemed able to separate himself from his roles...he had a life off-screen...he raced cars, he created businesses (donated the profits which wuz admirable).. and he didn’t have to re-invent himself ev’ry few years...
I guess what I’m saying is that cancer don’t respect anyone...’n all over the country, heck, all over the world, people are fighting for their lives against cancer...more than one friend of mine from my school days, a college roomie of Millyrose, members of my extended family, too damn many people that I know are fighting cancer ‘n it’s frustrating......
I got a little experience with the big C......I wuz lucky ‘n I beat it.......at least, so far’s I know......I have to keep goin’ back for CT scans for a few years t’make sure it don’t come back on me but I wuz lucky ‘n I got a lot of support from fam’ly ‘n friends ‘n ..people I never met ‘n don’t really know and I’m grateful for that support.........
I guess I’m saying that I believe in the efficacy of prayer ‘n for all those who pray.....thank you.

End of season.....

End of season, ratty old shorts.....at least according to Millyrose.....”Are you wearing those ratty old shorts again?”
Well heck, it’s still warm here in northern California..we generally have a nice long autumnal season.....but, there’s change in the air ‘n I ain’t talkin’ politics....as the weather cools, I’ll swap my summer wardrobe of shorts ‘n tee’s for a winter uniform of jeans ‘n sweatshirts....’n (sigh) Seasons come ‘n seasons go.....I guess I’ll have to toss at least some of my shorts ‘n tee’s ‘cuz they’re getting entirely too ‘ratty’ for Millyrose... They’re a little frayed around the edges ‘n the tee’s do tend to gather spots....but I’m a little frayed around the edges myself ‘n I prefer to call my spots freckles even tho’ I know that ain’t the case...’n even tho’ the dermatologist asked me if I even knew what sunscreen was for.....duh!! Still ‘n all, I don’t expect Millyrose to toss me.....On that proverbial other hand tho’....one never knows, do one?
Hectic times round the ol homestead...Cary ‘n Millyrose are packing ‘stuff’ to ship off to India for Dave....who knew it was so pricey to ship a few pounds of stuff to foreign lands.....’n so much trubble....
Back to my ratty old shorts ‘n tee’s....I tend to hang onto stuff f’rever....clothes, books, etcetera ad infinitum, ad nauseum....In a corner of my bedroom stands a Red Ryder BB gun that I got for my ninth b’day....as I recall, I shot Bob Sanders with it ‘n had it taken away for awhile....I have held onto books that I got as an adolescent ‘n clothing that I got as a teen.....when Dave was....I dunno, somewhere in his teens, I gave him a pair of motorcycle boots that I’d got in highschool...fashions change all the time but they come back.....doesn’t do me any personal good however as there is no way that I c’d fit into those old clothes...fortunately, my kids ‘n their friends have been into retro for a long time.....that’s prob’ly the only reason I have any closet space at all....
Too bad they don’t feel that way about all the other junk that I’ve held onto over the years...like the 64 Falcon that lives in my driveway.....
Still, y’know, sometimes it’s good to hang onto things.... friends, mementos of times gone by, golden mem’ries of a childhood shared.....Sometimes, it’s good to let things go....bygone slights, hard feelings over forgotten incidents....There’s a pop-culture saying, “Let go ‘n let God.”......That’s prob’ly a good idea.....I’m a believer in Karma.....You get out of life what you put into it....What goes around comes around.....that’s kind of a scary tho’t...
I ain’t led an absolutely blameless life ‘n Karma c’d be rough....
But, y’gotta hope for the best ‘n have a little faith that things will work out for the best....sort of a Panglossian theory on the evolution of life.

Good B'day.....

B’day’s are good for you, the more of ‘em you have, the longer you live.......at least, that’s the premise......
Slept in this morning....mostly ‘cuz Rusty woke me in the middle of the night ‘n wanted t’go outside....I tried t’go back to sleep but couldn’t...finally got up, played solitaire, read the news, just totally bored with politics at the moment, couldn’t stand the tho’t of late nite teevee ‘n finally picked up an old book.....didn’t go back to bed until after four in the AM.....’n that’s more’n you wanted t’know about me sleeping in on this my seventy-first birthday morning......
When I finally did crawl out, Millyrose fixed me a hugmongous breakfast of bis’kits ‘n sausasge gravy, after which I dared to eat a peach....(I grow old, I shall wear my trousers rolled, I shall walk upon the beach, do I dare to eat a peach..) well, it was a big ol freestone peach from Apple Hill ‘n it wuz delicioso...(just gotta love them freestones...)
Anyway, it’s a lovely day for saying it’s a lovely day... sunny ‘n mild, durn chickens complaining as usual but the Chicken Fest is just a mem’ry (at least ‘til next year) ‘n Fair Oaks is quiet, calm ‘n peaceful....at the moment, anyway....Rusty is sleepin’ but Willie is standing guard at the open door (fifteen pounds of alert protection ‘gainst the threatening horde......)
The Durn Chickens are like presidential politicians, after awhile they become just background noise.....
Son in law Ashby left this morning for Houston...Kellye told him not to come back ‘til all those people had their power turned back on....lots of people in Texas without power but according to the paper, Ike cut rather a large swath across the US leaving people without power in a lot of states....man-made disasters on top of natural disasters (should we call man-made disasters, unnatural disasters?)....are we in a depression yet? Reminds me of that old Johnny Cash song....”How high’s the water, Mama?”