I’d rather not get into the historical account of this day, but rather I’d like to say; all those who died on this date are now in the arms of God, and they’ve forgiven those who got them there. Forgiving is the way Jesus wanted it, but he never said anything about forgetting.
10 Days and counting. Doug and I are going up to Eckerman on Wednesday to feed the pile one more time. The time after that, I’ll be sitting in that pine tree to see what show’s up.
It’s been very dry here for the last month or two, so I’ve been anxiously awaiting this cold front, and all that comes with it. Normally, when a cold front moves over warm air, that air condences and we get rain. I’m beginning to think that maybe I’m on Arrakis rather than in East Jordan. As the day wore on, I kept clicking back to the NWS’s website and checked out the radar. This great big green glob kept getting closer and closer, and I started to get excited. Not only was it green, it was yellow and a spot of red too! Ah yes, THUNDERBOOMERS were on the way, and I was going to be able to watch some lightening too. Just before I went over to Glen’s to get Jan from work, I looked once again at the radar, and left early. I wanted to be out in the open where I could watch nature in all it’s glory, and maybe a house falling on a witch to boot. I sat there for a half hour and waited, and waited. We drove over to B.C. Pizza to get our dinner, and nothing. Nary a drop. I just came up here to the computer and clicked on the radar to see what the hell happend. As near as I can tell, when this storm reach’s the shorline, it evaporates into thin air. SHAI-HULUD indeed.
I’d like to take this opportunity to welcome my second oldest son; Matthew, to the World Wide Web. He’s been using a computer of a friend now and then, to check his mail, but now he has his own. Soon, if I’m lucky, my first born will be on as well. Read all of what I’ve written kid’s, that’s mostly why this web site is here. Katrina’s been with me the entire time, so you’ve got some catching up to do.
14 and a wakeup. I’m not going to bait the pile this week. The dog owners are running their animals this week, so it probably would’nt do much good. I’ll save the gas money and buy extra ‘come eat me’ for when I go up.
I got an email from my Uncle this morning that may do a lot of good. In it, it gives the address for the ACLU, which is doing it’s best to get rid of Christmas. I understand the basic reason for having the ACLU, but I often wonder when enough is enough. Anyway, it suggests that we ALL send them a nice spiritual, religious Christmas card and thank them all for their work. If your interested, write:
ACLU
125 Broad St.
18th Floor
New York, N.Y. 10004
For all of you people, south of the 45th, you should know that there isn’t enough sunlight here to support the flowering of the annual’s. I had some impatients growing under my Maple tree out front that was looking pretty good during mid-summer, but they gave it up for lack of support. Yesterday, I pulled them all out. They, like the fudgies, are gone for the duration, and I look forward to their return.
16 days to go on this Labor Day of ought six. I went over to Ralphs a little while ago, and while having a cup of coffee with him, I watched a solid stream of fudgies drive by. Little campers, big campers, big boat’s, little boats, some full of kids, some just a pair of conesuckers. They all had one thing in common; they were going home. Now it’s my cousin’s turn, as well as my sons’. My cousin lives in South Florida, and my oldest son lives in Tucson, Arizona, and it’s their turn to put up with those obnoxious people. They’re not all that way, just like not all Muslims are terrorists, or all politions are corrupt, but it’s always a good idea to watch yourself around them. In any case, I thank them all for coming, and thank them even more for leaving.
Maybe I’ll take Jan and Mark down to Jan’s corner cafe’ for dinner tonight, I’m sure there’ll be a party tonight.
I got a phone call from Don this morning, and he told me that his grandfather, Don Bissonette, passed away at 2am this morning. Over the years Don has told me a lot of stories about him and the relationship they shared. His Grandfather served in WWII, and was fortunate enough to survive the siege on Bastogne, and finally sucumbed to Lung Cancer this morning. So now, he’s with his buddies and loved ones again, looking down on all his family and seeing what a great job he did. I’m sure at the end of the month, with his Grandson and his friends gathered around the fire, a heart felt toast will be given up to his spirit, and all of us will feel his presence. I wish him well, and grieve with his family at his loss.
