Yanking your chain

Yup, those girls are always yanking our chains. Screwing with the spiritual. You don’t arrive here spiritual of course, it’s something that evolves in you, or not.

I goofed off yesterday. Well, more or less. After all, it was Sunday. In the morning I mixed up some of my styrofoam/sawdust wood to fill in a part of the floor in the camper that was bad.

BTW, if you make styrofoam glue, and I think you should to keep it from going to the landfills, only make what you will need at the time. Remember, just a few ounces of gas makes a fair amount of glue, it will eat up about a six by six inch cube of styrofoam. Maybe a little more than that.

Anyway, if you make more than what you need, even if you put it in a sealed container it will keep getting harder and harder. After a few weeks you will just have some soft plastic, useful for some things of course, after a few months you will have some hard plastic.

So just make a little at a time, if you need more, make a little more. I didn’t make enough sawdust filler to fill the space I’m filling, but I will let it set for a few days and then make some more. It’s okay to layer it. And once it is set it is better than cement.

Helen won a ticket from the radio station for a free meal at the Agnew fellowship hall. So we went there for lunch and paid for one dinner. The Patrie’s, and Mulligan’s were there, they are members of the local UU Fellowship, so we sat with them. Vivian mentioned that she had discovered my blog while doing a Google search for the friendship dinners, said something like it had a lot of negative fussing in it, but that she understood. Hey, why wouldn’t God be pissed at how this world is.

Nancy was also there, she goes to the UU Fellowship, she served us our dinners. I like these people, they all have more money than they have sense but they are good folks.

Then we went on to Sequim to the Home Depot for a gallon of clear high gloss latex that I will use in the camp trailer. On the way back home I stopped at an RV sales lot to check the prices of small camp trailers. They are about seventeen thousand dollars and I wouldn’t even get what I wanted. They have small crappy single pane windows in them and are poorly insulated and expensive to heat. I want big windows and something easy to heat.

And I don’t want all the modern fancy crap. I want a simple heater that I can depend on. Not some fancy piece of crap that will blow a circuit board transistor when I’m at the beach or mountains. I’ll make my own camper, and heater, thank you.

After returning home I cut some ¾ inch plywood strips to use for roof ribs, and set two pieces of the foam in place on the back wall with silicone.

Then Helen came over and we watched Air Force One with Harrison Ford in it. A lot of action in that movie even though I question the politics of it. Hell, I question all politics, they are all bullshit. God wouldn’t run the world through politics. And there isn’t a person reading this that would run their world or country with politics. Even those folks that use their blogs as political mouthpieces. Folks, deep down inside you don’t really believe in that bullshit. Your homes are not democracies, they are monarchies, and you know it. You just get caught in that game because that is the game that is in town.

Anyway, all the fighting that Harrison Ford did in that movie. What a crock, what good script writing. I’m here to tell you that as a man that was raised in a mining town that all that fighting isn’t real. I’ve been in some dandy fights and I’m here to tell you that you had better get it out of the way in a hurry. After you hit someone about four times real hard your hand is pretty much a piece of shit. It isn’t going to be any good for much for about a week. In the heat of a fight you may get in a number of licks, but believe me, your hands will know it the next day.

I hate to say it, but maybe its just better to pull out a gun to blow idiots away. What a stupid world. What would you say to someone that had a gun stuck to your head? Well, what? I’m omnipresent, only smarter than I once was. I would look right into his eyes and say “Go ahead, motherfucker, make my day”. These idiots think that they can kill the spirit of God. Funny. Jesus did it wrong, he should have packed a gun, we can’t have peace until the monkeys are gone.

Rose….. As for the idiots that go to blogs to bad mouth me. Nothing new there hon. People have been bad mouthing me for thousands of years. Christians yet, they are so screwed up. People need to be the spirit of Jesus, not christians, they are two different things.

They get bent out of shape if I seem to flirt some, make some risque jokes, tell others that I love them, give them virtual hugs. They call me a pervert if I talk about sex. Well, why else would the spirit be here? To enjoy physical sex in a humans body of course. It’s too bad we have to put up with all the monkeys though. Christians, bah, I’ll never get involved with a christian woman again, they are crazy.

Alistair….. I know what you are going through, I have a ten year head start on you though. Sure we misunderstand each other at times, it’s not always easy to be clear communicating this way. We are on parallel paths and they are different, but one day they may join. We shall see.

So, it is a new day, I will go with the day and see where it takes me. Remember, keep it simple stupid, oh, and pay real close attention, it often boils down to ‘I hear what you are saying, but I see what you are doing.’ And have a good day everyone, hugs…. BBC