Spare change?

We have, then, to develop the concept of a will which is to be esteemed as good itself without regard to anything else. It dwells already in the natural sound understanding and does not need to be taught as only to be brought to light.

Got a problem? Profesor Kant does... prove it!
(Oh, my; she's going to have me institutionalized.)
No problem. Much to be critiqued. And refreshed.

Yet, still, only so much we can do... delegate!



Like this place near Encanto Park. Restored. Real nice.
I could never handle it myself, nor mine own place.
I tried, tried as long as I could, always ready for someone.
Until I didn't care anymore, strangers bringing ruination.

Upon an innocent. Now they've got the suits hovering.
Slander is an awful thing, especially in violation of the 4th.
Amendment, that is. Such as it is for citizens and our homes.
So common law as well... our castles, just the same as the craven.

Travail exquis

Surfing around, came across some fine pieces.
Have to redecorate the place; knock a wall down.

Don't see any prices! If you have to ask...
Nice stuff but don't want to get that involved.

Swapping Euros for Bucks

A long while since gone riding. A good while from the South Mountain stables. That's the most convenient place locally. It's quite a ride to the Verde Valley simply to enjoy a mount on the Crook Trail; we must find more to do. Plenty to do over a weekend!

When it warms up, of course. We've been freezing! Out on Spud's patio first thing, the sun rising and the horizon eventing, we shiver. But got into talk about Lipizzans. With someone who went on to speak of difficulties in "transactions" with some people - the bartender a clinical psychologist - we had a blast when I pulled Dora: An Analysis of a Case of Hysteria... he glanced at the cover.

"Oh, yeah... Frood.
What's he got to say about these woman."

Well, went into the cover-up; briefly. How the old men got away with molestation and abuse, the bad doctor denying the actuality, making up legends based on his own misanthropy. (There wasn't any money in exposing the creeps either.) So it went, I related to him: presently we call the protective services. And not only for children, but for "seniors" too. But there might as well be an agency which protects us all from such hideous, alien and beastial behaviors.

Wait a minute - we've already got one!

That's so very good to know so's to sleep safely every day... no night.
OK; so I used to be a night person... what a life, I'm telling you all.

Totally Forgot

Would like to have documented pastor's last talk.

Left the notes home in my Bible. Way it goes.
I could wing it but I'd rather not. Do it later.

"Should like to be kept up to date." said the Blog.

Whatever... his homily remembered me about rereading the text after a long spell without having done so except for spurts of interest. Went into a "sacerdotal" store and, looking to keep within the budget, I asked whether the fellow had any used Bibles. Well, he went to the back and returned with a dog-eared, coverless and much annotated one. It had belonged to a girl in Lebanon, Oregon. In addition to the notes there were alerts to pray for so and so or this and that.

Read it through. Getting through "the Passion" was weepy, surely.
Circa 1976. No, the next year. The time reference being USPS.
Now they used to be the P.O. but went totally out of control.
Good thing met another girl; asked me to go to Scotland with her.

Decided not to after mulling it over and dumping the lousy job.
Went back to school... composition and reserve learned. Good thing.
And now, with many notes all over the place, back to school again.

Some other things, however, predicated the resilience and faith.

Just a couple of more days to keep the decor up.

I've got boxes of it and am reminded to find an ornament.
I placed a family heirloom on a community tree...

they took it down already and didn't let me know.

Hope there's not too much of an inconvenience;

you simply don't want to get involved. That much!

There are some things which have to be attended to:

תְּפִלָּ֗ה לְדָ֫וִ֥ד הַטֵּֽה־יְהוָ֣ה אָזְנְךָ֣ עֲנֵ֑נִי כִּֽי־עָנִ֖י וְאֶבְיֹ֣ון אָֽנִי׃

Yo! Today's dancing ladies day as well.

It's only Tuesday. Not much happening.

Maybe have a look at what's on at Char's.
Maybe not; staying away from the Herods advised.

Home Fires Burning

Getting awfully agitated by the "satanic forces" going on.

Rap crap disturbing the morning's peace at a coffee shop.

Their wireless connection none too good neither, I conipt!
"Get rid of them." said to the laughing waiter. Tell corporate.

(So doesn't the new Congress get sworn in this week?
Is it tomorrow? Pretty sure it's normally the 2nd.

How delicate a situation... "Democrats" no longer.

No; mission accomplished vis franchise, went Socialist.)

How happy a day to be tomorrow. (Maybe today sad.)

Yesterday took splendid shot above. Old friends, relatively.

Rhianna quite a while, Mark going back a bit.

She's in Med Tech program, he's PHX FD on a roll.

(She told me her Sioux name. How special; really.

Wambliwachichiwin and I have tacit relationship.

She beat my brains out at pool years ago. Really.

Boyfriend watches like a hawk. Relax; is Papa.)

Consternation too getting photos processed.

Host site won't prestidigitate. Can't tweak shot.

Soon to move to better transmitter. Tight schedule.

Have to get this done and move on toward destiny.

(Little Plume Woman. Her handle. We shared.

I've got to ask her what her boyfriend's would be;

Watches Like Hawk is Aaron to the rest of us.

Real question is when to picture someone else.)

Moved the feast to Spud's to complete task.

The kids are totally corrupted... way it is.

We need to, as was put by an arsewhole once,

"Cut the head from whence the rotters stink."

Cold Out There

It's not easy being poor. Have to scrounge all sorts of stuff.
We huddle around the torch and some guys are doing OK.
I'm totally wiped out. Just cannot connect with those guys.
Merely having to scrounge has got me in their company.

It's just beyond me as to why a talented Christian is kept down.
Have to figure all sorts of other competitive guys. All kinds.
The "pillars of the community" seem demigods stuck up bad.
Yet I stay in this God forsaken country nevertheless.

Even now, they taunt: "God is no respecter of persons."
Harrumph... whom do they think they are? Beats me.

Pixelatin'

Attempted getting focused in the first degree indeed.
Too many the distractions, too little the time. Too much.
Or seems that way when distracted by divils rampant.
Have got to get a bunch of shots processed by noon.

Good luck!