A nice little retreat

This is a privately owned claming cabin in the area, there are not many of these left. It looks tilted in the picture but that is just the way I held the camera I guess. As I recall it’s about 10X12 feet. Her son installed the big windows a few years back, and a new door, and I did a fair amount of restoration work on it. I dug out from around the pilings and sealed them well and set them in cement, and installed two more as it was slipping sideways some.

I installed a vapor barrier and another layer of flooring, tongue and grove fir flooring made from old telephone pole cross beams, I like using recycled stuff. Installed some more wiring and receptacles and added to and beefed up the ceiling joists, things like that. Oh, and got that big telephone pole that floated in one day in place to use as a walkway from the bank to the porch, and flattened the top of it to walk on easier.

This is a wonderful little get away on the beach where one can enjoy a peaceful relaxing day or a monster storm while reading a book and drinking hot chocolate. It would be a great spiritual retreat, and a great place for sex out in nature.

I have a 22 foot camp trailer here that is pretty much junk, it was given to me and I just use it for storage. Yesterday I moved the things the Lisa monkey left in my little camp trailer into it, I told her that if she can find a place to put it that she could have it, at least it would be a roof over her head and it isn’t in such bad shape that it can’t be fixed up some and lived in for a while.

Helen doesn’t like seafood, I do, but because I make her meals and take them to her I usually just eat whatever I fix for her. But the Lisa monkey left a can of salmon here so I made me salmon patty’s yesterday. I don’t have any breadcrumbs here so I made them crummy with Ritz crackers, they turned out good so I ate two of them, they reminded me of something else. LOL

This bullshit of turning off the lights for an hour today, it’s bullshit and will make little impact on the resources of the earth. Do it everyday and it might make a bit of a difference.

To all my friends who in 2007 sent me best 'wishes', chain letters, 'angel' letters or other promises of good luck if I forwarded something, NONE OF THAT SHIT WORKED! For 2008, could you please just send Money, BEER, chocolate, gasoline vouchers and pussy instead? Thank you!

HAVE YOU EVER BEEN GUILTY OF LOOKING AT OTHERS YOUR OWN AGE AND THINKING, 'SURELY I CAN'T LOOK THAT OLD.' WELL, YOU'LL LOVE THIS ONE.

MY NAME IS ALICE SMITH. I WAS SITTING IN THE WAITING ROOM FOR MY FIRST
APPOINTMENT WITH A NEW DENTIST. I NOTICED HIS DDS DIPLOMA, WHICH BORE HIS
FULL NAME. SUDDENLY, I REMEMBERED A TALL, HANDSOME, DARK-HAIRED BOY WITH
THE SAME NAME HAD BEEN IN MY HIGH SCHOOL CLASS SOME 40-PLUS YEARS AGO. COULD HE BE THE SAME GUY THAT I HAD A SECRET CRUSH ON, WAY BACK THEN?

UPON SEEING HIM, I QUICKLY DISCARDED ANY SUCH THOUGHT. THIS BALDING, GRAY-HAIRED MAN WITH THE DEEPLY LINED FACE WAS WAY TOO OLD TO HAVE BEEN MY CLASSMATE. AFTER HE EXAMINED MY TEETH, I ASKED HIM IF HE HAD ATTENDED MORGAN PARK HIGH SCHOOL.

'YES. YES, I DID. I'M A MUSTANG,' HE GLEAMED WITH PRIDE. 'WHEN DID YOU GRADUATE?' I ASKED. HE ANSWERED, 'IN 1959. WHY DO YOU ASK?' 'YOU WERE IN MY CLASS!', I EXCLAIMED. HE LOOKED AT ME CLOSELY. THEN, THAT UGLY, OLD, BALD, WRINKLED, FAT ASS, GRAY-HAIRED, DECREPIT SON-OF-A-BITCH ASKED, 'WHAT DID YOU TEACH?'

Yahoo Freecycle is great, yesterday a man posted a NEW never used free D-Link cable modem and I was the first one to reply so I’m going to go get it this morning. Now I won’t have to pay rent on the one I’m using for my high speed internet service.

I thought that I posted on it when I officiated at Betty’s funeral and memorial service, and posted at least one picture. But I guess I didn’t, I just shared it with some friends in an email.

Hey, have a great day, simply and peacefully, hugs…. BBC