On my dash?

Hey, if I’m weird, what does that make you? Can’t hardly see the flowers behind the guys, but I’m not going to take another picture. The backbone part hanging on the rear view mirror I picked up in Taos, New Mexico when I was trucking. Painted by a Native American, it’s more colorful on the other side.

Much of California is burning it seems, fires are nasty things, you can lose so much in them, and depressing to clean up. My mothers home burned up, I happened to be living with her at the time, and I tore it apart, recycled what I could, and the rest went to the landfill, not fun.

But it was another beautiful day here yesterday. I didn’t do much but the way I see it, the less I do, the less I harm mother earth. I did mow some of Helen’s lawn, hopefully the last time this year.

Cyber love with someone you dig, feel connected with, and gets you, is interesting. Lacking, but interesting. I want so much to see, hold her in person, to see if the mind and reality are parallel. Mutter, mutter.

I made a crock pot of five bean soup yesterday, will bake up some cornmeal muffins today. Remember, beans, beans, the musical food. The more you eat, the more you toot. The more you toot, the better you feel. So why not eat beans for every meal?

Scott Adams has become a money hungry babbling monkey trying to sell his books. I’ve bought two of his books, that is all the money he is going to get out of me. He has changed and I don’t like his path these days.

Anyway, have a great day, hugs…. BBC