tree captures bag

tree captures bag
Originally uploaded by MDH, II.

MR's front tree captures the bag ... playing capture the flag I believe.

Back working again

I walked through the cold this morning to get my car. Thankfully the wind was not blowing and it wasn't too cold.

The mechanic stated that on my back brakes, he thought I probably had about 6-15 months of life left on them. Sweet! He did not encourage me to change them at this time, but rather, "get as much life out of them as you can, because when you have to change them you need new drums, and ..."

Now there is a good place! The bill was under $200, they didn't try to oversell and they got it done the same day. I like this place.

Cancer in a can

* brand name, unimportant
Choose one ... any one

The fact that you aren't blowing cancer in my direction doesn't mean it isn't gross. Somewhere, lurking, there is a spittoon cleverly disguised as a soda can or other. Don't go near it. It smells as foul as fresh tar and is as slimy as tar too. You could not get the stain off the clothing or skin without a scapel. "Cancer in a can" is an ad I saw in a bus booth in town. Clever. Get out the message, plain, simple clear. If you chew, you know ... it's just a reminder.

Wait

Hmmm, I'm here in FW and my sister and family are in Indy ... sister having surgery. I don't know squat, so here, I sit.

I don't like waiting and prefer knowledge over ignorance, so I sit ... ignorant, waiting, grotesquely unhappy.

Guns 'N' Roses' "Patience" will not quiet my need to know ... as my mind wanders.
God has a plan and I'm arrogant enough to want to know it. It's on a need to know basis and I don't need to know. That doesn't sit well with me.

Debbie, sister "Doodie" as I called you -- she who had been a placebo brother to me ... may your surgery go well, smoothly, time is not a factor.