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But it wasn't too late. It was unnecessary but not too late. At 15:00 I started plotting, at 16:00 I started figuring. Before 17:00 I was on my way. The pharmacy doesn't close until 18:00, so if we pushed it would be fine. Thing is he picked up his medicine yesterday. Someone else took him. He turned off his phone today. I think he was a little miffed. Thought I had simply blown him off. He was happy enough to see me anyway, mostly... or got over being mad quickly enough. He wanted a magazine for one of his pistols and knew where one might be. So off we went. Then to the store for a few of my goodies, then to the gas station for fuel and a car wash. Nothing fancy but I think he enjoyed the little escape. A day late, a dollar short, or both at times, I told him. But I'll do what I can, and did. He suggested that he believes I care, and that's more than most, so it will do... he suspects. All good.
Hot, but... not. It was 100, at least, most of the time I was in town, if I had to guess. Hot indeed. But I didn't mind it, so long as I had water, and an occasional spot in which to shade. It just wasn't all that bad. While I was wearing shorts, they are the heavier true cargo shorts. Wool socks and hiking boots on my toots, and a thicker black polo. I wasn't exactly dressed for cool. But I did have my canteen with. Yeah, a mouthful of water here and there sure makes it easier. Tomorrow I will be resting. If I don't have to, or have anything real going on, no reason to stress. I may mess in the garden, finish some planting, replanting, do a bit of hoeing, and set the water up for later. Hmm, the water is probably mostly already set up, I only have one hose to move a bit. My grass is looking green not brown, not a bad thing.
Later.
Oh, so you don't have to go digging for it:
(Roughly to my girls. Cat girls.)
Fang, tooth, fur and tail,
You spook, hiss, bite, and claw. Mean-
Love is mutual.
You spook, hiss, bite, and claw. Mean-
Love is mutual.
It was hot here too with a low pressure system going through. It gave me a headache which I'm still dealing with.
ReplyDeleteWhat's with the artwork? Usually when you post visuals or music I can tell how they relate to what you are writing.
Somewhere around 107 to 109 here today, and the humidity is beginning to roll in. Pulling out all my head coping stops, we're in "hell mode" in So AZ now...
ReplyDelete"heat", not "head". Sheesh...
ReplyDeleteAlthough the heat does get to my head too.
I love it though. Perversely. I seem to thrive in absurd heat. Or rather I should say I thrive on coping with and conquering the heat.
ReplyDeleteI'm a Minnesotan through and through. Thirty five degrees below zero Fahrenheit is a challenge to a Minnesotan. And he rises to the challenge, with parka, grim visage, insulated rubber boots and thick mitts.
Extreme heat is just the flip side of the coin...
What would HAPPEN to me if I lived somewhere comfy year round, like San Diego or Kona Hawaii? I'd melt, or something...
foam,
ReplyDeleteOh, the picture is... me being a firecracker... sort of. Yeah, it was sort of easy to miss. I was surprised that I handled the heat without issues. Do tend that headache. The thought of you having one kicks my sympathetic psyche into wanting one! Ugh!
D.C.,
Oh, well, yes. With humidity? Yuck times three, raised to the e over a month. Bleh. Hey, when it's that hot, I don't expect exactitudes. I... uhrm... pulled away with the gas hose in my tank today... Tore it off. No boom. I went in and told the clerk. Thought there would be a big hassle, but nope. He was just glad I let him know. So.... head... heat... all good.
Between the heat, and a woman filling up, while talking on the phone, with her kids running around (and getting too close to me and others, some shady looking) I allowed myself to become... distracted. Cow! Hrumph! Why had she even allowed her kids out while pumping? Too busy talking to notice, probably. I hope she took all of them with.
D.C.,
ReplyDeleteI am that way with cold. I am just learning with heat. I thrive, really, in cold. If I have nothing to do, I just curl up and enjoy the cold though. But when I have to... I don't need a parka at -35, just a coat. Hat and gloves are optional, save when actually working on cold things for the gloves. Waterproof boots are a must though. But heat? Without the humidity... I'm... sneaking in there. I'll know more after the garden tomorrow. And cycling/hiking if I can get to it. Grrrrhhhhhh!
Attack of the Lazy Bones! :p
Good morning firecracker,
ReplyDeleteShe's an interesting artist. I googled her. Her artwork is definitely on the surreal side.
I wrote a long reply asking how you searched for the artist from just a pic... then looked at the pic. Oh. Never mind. I've been trying to find who did this statue/sculpture but don't even really know where to start. Let's just say it has grown... dear... to me.
ReplyDeleteI'll check out other of her things, now, too. Don't always like them, but that one seemed to fit. *pop* And you never know. Dali is one of my favored, of that genre. If it did take a bit to come around to his work, sort of. I wanted to like it but couldn't, then I liked it but didn't want to do so, finally it just all came together, mostly. Heh.
Oh, and good night! You say morning, I say night... it's all good. Meh, nowhere near as good as 'tomato' v. 'tomauto'. Oh well.
apparently this fellow http://www.martinsmeaton.com/index.html
ReplyDeleteToo lazi to type in the HTML thingy so you can link directly.
I figured it as a sculpture made for the movie based on Dan brown's novel, angels and demons. I've not seen the movie although I've read the book. The movie takes place in Rome. I've been to Rome. The sculpture is certainly reminiscent of renaissance art. From there I went to the sculptor Bernini and then I found the fellow above.
Oh.. Open this up, pretty cool..
http://www.big3d.com/news200905a.shtml
Hmm, it is as I had feared. Still, I wouldn't mind finding a minor copy. I may even look. Unfortunately, copies as licensed crap, will be expensive and very possibly cheaply made AND mass produced. The movie and book are faux history and theology. Just like fakes in the antiquities, it causes problems. Things like that become considered true. It isn't poor history and theology, it is false, so otherwise I stay away.
ReplyDeleteThanks for the find though! That's awesome. It's not quite art deco, but I think I could find a place somewhere private in which to place it. Might have to create a reading nook or such.
Hmm, can't even be sure my replies make it to my own page? The NSA, Google, and the rest really have to back out of their spying. When it becomes this obvious and contentious, they look more like the creepy KGB that they have become than sheep dogs they portray. Thugs!
ReplyDeleteAnyway, thanks! I did look for copies, if suspecting they would be... overpriced Hollywood mass produced junk if available. Still... Nothing. Might have to roll my own. Who knows.
I kept away from the book/movie it is from. Totally false theology and history. Watch what high end stores do... they don't buy fakes. They don't want to confuse their workers, "accidentally" sell a fake as a real, or even have it get out that they even offer fakes. If solids do that for their store, more so should we for the mind.
Oh? Sure, I offer... a story, perhaps. But that story is in keeping with what else is known. If faces, places, times, and names may or may not have been changed to protect... everybody. :p
I see they decided to put the original back.
ReplyDeleteIt's probably just Santa Claus that's spying .. You know .. I know if you've been good or bad.. :-)
ReplyDeleteDan Brown is a novelist, a fiction writer. These stories are pure fiction. I stopped reading his books due to the graphic depictions of violence. I don't read authors like james Patterson either for the same reason. I'm a very visual person. For some reason vamp's and werewolves have never bothered me. Over enjoyed hose since I was a young girl. It's the difference between fiction, like brown's novel, for example, that's supposed to be 'real' vs vamps and werewolves that are fantasy.
I don't know.. I'm rambling here. My dog woke me up to go outside. It's still outside .. sigh ..
Oops .. That's supposed to read .. I've enjoyed those .. Not over enjoyed hose .. lol ..
ReplyDeleteOh, you'll never have to apologize about a misspelled word hereabouts. I'm nearly a zombie half of the time, just can't always keep it exact.
ReplyDeleteWerewolves? Vampires? Well, and toss in the other odd assortment of monsters and such? Oh yes, read here too, since quite young. On top of it my mother was a fan of (more mild) horror. I'd sneak out and watch it with her. She wanted me in bed but a watching buddy trumped. :)
For me, they made perfect analogs for the evil of men, before I understood such. And, now... they make perfect analogs for nephilim. The switch came when I realized such creatures, should they exist, would not be evil to do what we would call evil if one human did it to another. They merely fed, on ostensibly lesser creatures (of flesh).
I avoid real stories, or tales that get too close as well. I have no misunderstandings of things. Further, I think sensationalizing has lead to an increase in psychopathic behavior. That and psychotropics. Look at stats for psychotropics (psychiatric medication) and murders, especially mass murders. I might even suggest psychiatry itself has led to an increase in such. Don't mess with the mind. Society might be harsh, but that is what is needed, not qualifiers and enablers. Bad has to be treated as bad.
The first time I remember comimg across the term nephilim was through you. I had to google them.
ReplyDeleteHere are a few more words for you: Emim, Rephaim, Anakim, and Gibborim. I shouldn't rely solely on the one word and giant. Lazy. Iffin you happen to think about it or have an interest.
ReplyDeleteUrhm, by the way, those words add to my notion that there were tribes, various groups of nephilim (as a base word of understanding it still works). Which also means a bastard, a mix of more than one of those tribes, would... have a potential for greater things, good or evil.
ReplyDeleteSo that's where goliath came from. Yep, I googled it while waiting on my offspring.
ReplyDeleteMy (foster) father believed Goliath to be about 6'5". My father was Presby minister, but too an actual biblical scholar at the doctorate level... and not prone to... sentimentality (nor a cruel God, though, either). If he erred it was thinking God was more forgiving that He is allowed to be. You can't forgive the unrepentant, for one thing.
ReplyDeleteHmm... Something just came to mind... Interesting. Just... maybe he did wonder about me. He knew I was different one way, with women, and probably in other ways. He was no slouch. I almost wonder if he didn't have his own notions, about himself. He was a giant in his day as well, being a buff 6 footer as an 18 year old WWII artilleryman. He died of a bad heart before he knew I had a bad heart. Swirls of parallels.
I dreamed speaking with him a few times. I felt guilty about some things. At first I was terrified to see him, but he was there to relieve my of my guilts, to let me know it wasn't my fault, and that he knew I had nothing to do with a release of information about his past. Twice he came. On the side, he did the fatherly stuff, making sure I was being good and right and all... and just letting me know he still loved me.
Talking about swirls of parallels. My father was a gunner in WWII. He was also tall. All his brothers were. Most were over 6 feet, but none were over 6'3. I did not inherit any of that height. My brother did. I'm of pipsqueak height. :-). Oh, my dad also died of a bad heart at the age of 40. My brother passed away at 34.
ReplyDelete6 feet 5" for Goliath does not seem that tall. But perhaps it was for those way back in the day.
I'm not sure how you are with women beyond knowing you want them to submit... :-). I do know you don't think much of our sex at times. But that's okay. I ignore all that.. ;-)
I'm not surprised to learn that your father was a minister, btw. It perhaps explains some of your interest in these matters.
I do hope you feel better. I have gotten over my headache. Plus, it's nice to have the innerwebs back and not have to do cellphone blogging. I think all our rain knocked them out for a while.
Remember, for most of history, men have been in the 5'2 range to be honest, in most of the world. Still is. I am absolutely a giant in most of China, Japan, even parts of Africa. While there have been noted bands of giants from African tribes to Teutonic knights to Vikings as well. At 6'5" and 280, with no more than a bit of a belly, I truly am a giant.
ReplyDeleteAs for women? Oh, never think I don't like women! You are merely seeing me live through frustrations I have had with various dames in my life. They are among my favorite people... sort of. :p It is just, with some of them, the struggle has been vast at times. When you see me writing otherwise, just understand I am reliving an old memory, like the dog or cat, chasing or fleeing something from their past in their dreams, nothing more. *laughs*
And, even to obedience? submission? It isn't something I so much demand as have received. My last lady friend was even a full blown feminist. And she did as I asked quite often. Actually too often. I wasn't always saying she had to do something. I rarely do. I might, for example, have suggested she looks really pretty with longer hair, so she grew it longer. (Which is, as you know, more work, and a change, and it added up to her being angry at me at times for 'being demanding', if that wasn't my intent at all... le sighe) All I do is reflect the world as I have seen it, and read in the bible. I don't demand, it just happens, at least if a man tends his woman, and I tend as well as I am able, old ill dog that I am. The failure to marry with half a hundred... potentials and four engagements... A bit of my constant moving and no children (with the eligibles). A bit of a young gun with tumble weeds for feet.
Oh no, never think I dislike women or expect to command them. Although one thing? I have decided that how I was with women was incorrect, but not by their part. No. I have been working on improving me... but for a potential wife. Not for myself. I am still, or more surely, called to find one. Whether I do or not, and the strife about it, also probably comes out in my writing.
Silly bird, I love the song of teh womenz(tm). Allured, intrigued, baffled at times, but quite smitten. I even like the notion of having women friends, if that is... complicated itself.
Well, you are over a foot taller then I am then. I told you I was a pipsqueak .. :-).
ReplyDeleteI had decided to not take your rants too seriously. This is your journal after all. I don't have to read, but I choose to.
Btw, you might be ill, but anybody who is younger then me is not old. Take it from somebody who is in age denial. :-)
And I do think you will find somebody,hellboyish anakim.
And she will probably lead you by the nose .. in a good way.
Btw what is this (tm) symbol?
(tm) means trademark... I use that when I'm picking on, or emphasizing a word, term, idea... Or more often, when I am using it for my own slightly skewed purposes. Yum(tm)!
ReplyDeleteOh? By the nose you say? That's sort of the point of a woman. Not completely, but it's part of her gig. Mothers give it their best, then hope daughters-in-law can pick up the rest. As we do for women. Weren't made to be alone, or even... really... independent together. It actually works better when both are bossy... early on. It gets things done so that as age creeps up, well... things are done, and in place.
Later on it can free up a bit, within certain bounds. There has to be some animosity, and fighting, to get it all straight but still leaving room for each keeping at least enough room to breath. As I see things.
Yeah, I like the women types. Far from just sex (highly overrated but... not bad, and essential for finding a wife), or just for the good times. I enjoy even the rougher times, personally... often right through them, in a split mind sort of manner... and... mostly. :p When I wrote that I have a great hunger, I meant for war. Arguing with a woman is a form of it. Puppy tugging on rope version, give or take.
As for age? I have outlived my heart condition by seven times, three times longer than a heart replacement affords, and with all the death and dying in my life, age just doesn't mean to me what it means to others. I'm ancient in some views and but a child in others, both. As for you? You still go hiking, perhaps water crafting? You garden the hard way (in my opinion) and blog, and think, feel, love, and wonder. Age is what you make of it. I can see by your mind that you are not old. You'll see.
I'm on the water some these days, but not a lot anymore. I used to do kayaking as a sport in my youth. Mostly I scamper along hiking trails over hill and dale and run into the occasional spiderweb.
ReplyDeleteYou are right about age. It doesn't really matter. A close, dear friend of mine is 12 years older.
I do hope you continue to outlive your heart condition 7 more times.
Here's to some relief from the unrelenting heat you all are having.
I really do think I have another couple of decades in me. Easy. With a wife, longer. Seriously. As rough as a woman can be, they seem to keep me healthy, and on my toes... even if she's a 5 footer type.
ReplyDeleteI've often wondered if women help their men live longer... like a cat plays with mice rather than killing it outright and right off. Still... some mice aren't bad to be. *big grins and crocodile tears*
It just feels longer...
ReplyDelete(j/k)
D.C.,
ReplyDeleteYou only wish.
What would the billboard say, come for the cheese, stay for a while.*
(In fine print... you may check out any time you please but you can never leave, and dying takes 1/10th to 1/5th longer.)
What kills me is that women seem more miserable, in my experience, but don't think (again in my experience) that parting is what they want. In the worst case scenarios, mind you, and with some subset of women. My last thought I would simply stay without marriage, even though she "hated me". *grins* She thought I was too ill to leave and not serious about my commitment to marriage. It did take me two years, including a year of planning, due purely to health.
Then again, I think women are an unhappier lot, with or without us A happy woman just doesn't reveal her fears, phobias, and unhappiness as often? It's my working theory. Would be happy to hear a woman's take on it.
*wine
ReplyDeleteWhen the primary mode of obtaining what is wanted is to express unhappiness, then unhappiness will seem the default mode.
I don't know if the differences are that great.
You know what I do with complaints though. So, maybe you are right. Can't ask for it outright, so some just... squeak?
ReplyDeleteYou have a point though. It is one I have advocated before myself, if not quite to that reasoning, though I agree with it. "Because it works". Simple, functional, possible to probable.