MMXXI . X . XXII
Today’s entry will be posted first to substack then time permitting scrubbed down to the old testament at wix. Similar for the most part but different.
I awoke this day at 6:07am and was immediately happy for the first time in weeks as I had slept in. When I realized I had not gotten up in teh night to check the perimeter security & flush, I realized I created the ‘perfect storm’ having nothing to drink after 6:00 pm AND got a vigorous bike ride in.
KUDOS
Thanks.
I turned on the PDA aka smart phone, no mail which is fine and normal.
I decided on music today thinking Hawaiian or Gregorian chants and went to spotify. Before I could enter my choice, I saw an icon for a radio mystery show that was new for this vehicle so I clicked to investigate.
First thing was an ad for ‘commission free’ realtors which I was wondering how was going to happen and then I have neither the intention nor inclination to use such services so I PATIENTLY waited for this one to end. The NEXT commercial was for a therapist. YES, A THERAPIST. As in the LAST thing I need.
Tranquility base called, I had enough and switched apps with no such further exposure to toxic contaminants necessary or needed from my ‘good friends’ at spots.
TunedIn had a Jack Benny program in progress and that was certainly to my liking and far more amusing and entertaining. Do you know that the cigarette commercials were NO WHERE near as insulting and revolting as real estate agents offering unbelievable hooks and mental health ‘professionals’ aka therapists?
LSMFT … Lucky Strikes mean fine tobacco. And three-out-of-four doctors, that’s right DOCTORS, smoke camels. The throwback in time and noting how the times have changed in my own life time is amazing.
So let’s stop here, shift topic and carry on.
Today is Friday so that must mean the weekend is coming. I must make or have some sort of plan.
Meals or fuel …
Fish today so tentatively shrimp but there are a couple of lobster tails in the deep freeze. One could be easily separated. Pasta or rice, a vegetable(s) into some sort of single skillet stir fry with a dry white wine.
Longer range, there is some feral hog (aka wild boar) that needs to be disposed of properly. Let this thaw during the day and have a multiple meals this week from this rich, lean, red meat. Leaning more towards pasta this time and a chianti or cabernet perhaps. I have time to sort this one out. Finally, barbecue as in hibachi of stove?
The weather has turned perfect.
Yesterday on the ride I was struck with the golf bug. The volunteer outing at the Colonial CC in Fort Worth is 22 N so any time now is good to begin that preparatory program. Since Rick quit the range at Watters Creek and the free balls there are gone, second choice is Oak Hollow local muni here in McK. Closer but the balls are higher as in NOT free. But I can justify the cost for a few weeks.
Starting to get the amplitude up or playing. I am setting goals of birdies and improving my ringer score at Colonial. Need to decide if I want to spent the night over there or not. The Kimball art museum is a classy small collection and the seasonal and permanent exhibits are always worth a look see.
When you see something like this, it is not an ‘accident’. This is a prank, a hack and don’t kid yourself. This is a tip of the iceberg. The bad actors are making ‘tests’. Today the harmless weather report, tomorrow the grid or a strategic campaign coordinating social media, msm and the public domain.
But wait, THAT’S already happened and going on … (?)
This is no accident … it is a HACK.
A friend of mine stopped around yesterday afternoon late with a fancy beer. He was hacking and coughing nearly uncontrollably and he quickly ASSURED me it was NOT CCP/corona.
While this was reassuring beyond belief but not necessarily comforting, I am watching myself closely for picking up that new nasty little bug. Sometimes I wonder about this friend, his mental and emotional state or condition but sometimes what can one do?
OK. Must dash.
More next time.
I did receive later an email letter from the high school alumni association. I contained a .pdf with pictures from last summer’s all-class reunion.
This is a whole episode and I will leave with the pictures and champions for the ‘corn hole’ tournament. My head is just shaking, nodding, rattling and rolling with just the sound of this, this … sport?
