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mouse from merced
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The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 29, 2016 - 11:32pm PT
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YOU, neebee, are a sight for sore eyes. And so is your yard.
I miss objectives. Being retired for me does not mean sitting around, but getting out and about to see what it is that I missed when I was on the job.
I find it hard to get out when the heat is an abominable 106° like it was today. I did go out, turned around when the furnace blast hit, and went back upstairs.
The elevator stopped working today, too. I am waiting to haul my garbage out till later on. Right now would be good. It's only 83°.
AT MIDNIGHT!
Fires across the Coast Range.
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 30, 2016 - 01:52am PT
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Garrison Keeler & his miesota, ? That is not good ! The 5th word there, that is not good
The news from Lake Woebegone! They family drive tapes, include died . . . .?
ha ha tapes really
(Inclined to leave it )
Bee nap a rub ap rhubarb pie !
Roll them dice it's almost five, last night we watched, Cry Baby, ~ The 1990 movie; a campy throw off,
no take off, way off, on the James Dean /WestSide Story/Bye Bye Birdie/Grease genre.
Like on a double dose.
Teenage angst in what yo're sposed to believe was them days. .
There was a special hue to the evening, a celebratory hue,
( what color would that be to you ?)reasons often sound like. Excuses.
( they, my wife & young Johnny Depp, sorts date-night )
It is a cray cray movie full of flames & flames & flames. Good old cars , music
licenses plate making not with-standing,
(where I thought a chuckle fit ~ it got me a nudge in the ribs )
Anyway think of this my wife did not think it an appropriate movie for the teenagers!?
As I was saying, Friday, yesterday was big all over, not just for our tye-dyed herniated one.
Who had a breeze of ease added to his movement ,
I breezed through court, not without my usual, Woody Allen-esque, two steps forward one step back routine.
I really only needed to have the one piece of paper that confirmed what it said on the
government Computer screens, that I was Reinstated. . ..
The thing was that the paper notification, was not in the file of paper work.
So when my name was called I had a file I was ready, . . Not.
Had to sit through the whole show, now where was that Reinstated notice?
Take a moment, I had to,
We had to sit through seven junkies, 4 of the poor druggees, in orange jump suits,
my efite wife was traumatized. It took half an hour may be forty-five, minutes.
The reinstatement letter from the DMV?
the judge asked the prosecuter to ask me to stand again,
after all I was public enemy number one,
where, he demanded, was the letter sent by the arm of the Court,;
The Division Of Motor Vehicles? -the computer said it had been sent.
To make sure that if I was pulled over in this intervening 7 weeks,
The letter was in my pocket, folded, to card size,in my wallet
where it provided proof that what the government computer screens said Was Wrong,
And that I was Re-in -stated ...
Mehrd!
The Court house was designed to be a center piece of town planned and built
good Cosmic energy
give a shout out regular no doubt okay
this needs to be addressed
Auto correct & my load up in editing are just to wacked to post.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jul 30, 2016 - 03:01am PT
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"I am really good at sleeping,
I could do it in my sleep."
-Unknown
Once in a Dream
Once
In a far away dream
I slept
It would seem
I saw things
I should say
Never happened
Anyway
In an epic
Battle
I conquering
All my foes
And won the love
Of my sweetheart
Who slept
And would not know
That once
In a far away dream
I remained
Resolute
Once
In a dream
I thought it happened
To me
-bushman
07/30/2016
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 30, 2016 - 03:51am PT
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Sleep is overrated by man it is what eternity is
underrated the undertaker said it is all we do for eternity that's how I see it
from where I dwell
The current bahne of my existence !
a pond!
I know it is not any reflection on the great work , hard digging work
dedicated to make a lovely yhard,
neeb's that will be a sweet pond.
It is just that my backyard Derp of a neighbor, has taken to using
the stones from the stone row on our property,
at the back of sixty feet of what was heavy brush , now also cleared
,(we don't have fire danger , yet, so it was no favor, thinning out our buffer,)
To use the stones around the sides of his kids wadeing pond,,,
There is more to it ~
The whole property was to wet, it could not have possibly past a Perc. Test.
That is the test to make sure that the property can sustain development.
That systems like well & septic will last, not fail in a decade.
originally the two house, flag-lot, railroad car oriented, property was fronted by Vrsise-like
viewing ponds, that were in-fact very expensive attempts to stop the high water table
from flooding the basements of the two houses set deeper in the swamp.
Theses six long narrow ponds sat in a row. They were flag stone capped,
ringed by the same flag stone patio. They were 18 feet long and only 3 feet across.
While they were filled with Lily's and watercress es they were not ' display yard' acrutraman.
They were engineered to fill with water stopping it from coming into the houses .
( multiple sump pumps)
1st tried in pairs, eventually the Hydrologist threw in the towel after the third pair.
Then, When after the foreclosure of the front house, and then Derp's family, with his -not earth science- minded high school science teacher status,( could ruin my kiddos lives)
when they moved in they hired two, to large dump trucks & filled in the 'Reflecting ponds'
These, the new owners. . .
Claiming many stupid things, went ahead -on an easement they did not own-
To take an action in the 1st two weeks of residence, that has doomed them to repeated settling of damages claims, made, justifiably, by the adjacent, now damp basement suffering
homes. We live up hill.
~ as the spot this was a favorite place for the whole neighborhood to gather,
no one told them,
it was to late,
and one of the to large for the job trucks, sunk up to It's bumper,
stuck, rear wheels, dump truck Dual-lies, digging up the wide gravel bed
that was just 6 inches under the ' front yard'
( this 'action? it was an expensive tragedy, perpetrated to send a message,
an aggressive shot across the bow of what had been a tight-knit neighborhood
All this led,I'm sure, to a constantly running set of sump pumps
Especially in the, deeper set in the swamp, of the two houses.
Thus the need to provide a pond in his back yard to put the indoor water back into a place it could evaporate, breed 'skeeters' and in general foul the once wild ,natural backyards of 5-6 other homes.
More . . . . . . just 'cause...
The behind my house , now painted red, a farm? With chickens ( roosters or forbidden by code) in the middle of a suburban single family, family neighborhood,
with its blinding solar panels that bring the temp in our bedroom up in the afternoon,
( really hard on the artists painting in oils, )
but
there is the trad off of 'better'light, & pulled shut blinds and drapes, a cozy
dim lit room, in French a boudreaux or bedroom, is nice sometimes.
The situation has become an iratation I spend time purposefully looking the other way.
but in a nut shell ,
there's is nothing I'm going to do about it?!!mehrd?!
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 30, 2016 - 06:48am PT
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At Lake Yosemite about 130+ years ago.
A pall of smoke hangs over the midstate today.NASTY, GLOOMY, and NOT FIT FOR MAN NOR BEAST.
An out=of-season blizzard would be welcome.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 30, 2016 - 07:06am PT
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Thank you, Marlow.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 30, 2016 - 08:01am PT
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Interested in enlisting? I believe they are looking in Oxnard
Anyone looking for a heavy duty 45 inch TV with a better picture than any flat screen I've owned (Mitsubishi)? Wasn't there a song ... the mitsubishi spider went up a water spout, down came a plane and spilled a couple of tons of weed on it ...
The TV can also double as a great paperweight.
Delivery not included.
Got two wood chippers too.
Used to have a street rod in the garage, but Mike wanted it back. The lady with hands that dwarf Trump's is still with me.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 30, 2016 - 09:16am PT
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Ah ain't gonna hang on Maggiore's Farm no more.
Dr. J was stil at it in 1984. Wasn't there a book about this?
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 30, 2016 - 11:04am PT
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Caught this on Dan'l Duane's FB page.
Howdy, Dan'l.
Row that boat ashore.Mabel is on the far left. Abel is the man with the derby. The other lady is the wife of a county supervisor. I don't know whose kids those are.
The University is located to the right on the opposite shore now. Cattle ranged there some, and wheat was sown out there in the yonder, miles and miles of it.
The gent who was cropped was my late friend Zoe's uncle, who was foreman of the Bellevue Ranch, which was owned by the man who organized the building of the MID Main Canal and Lake Yosemite and the feeder canals, Mr. Huffman, in partnership with Charles Crocker.
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 30, 2016 - 11:10am PT
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The kid with the hat looks like my friend "surfin scientist" Mike, but it isn't him.
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Bushman
climber
The state of quantum flux
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Jul 30, 2016 - 11:25am PT
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From Man to Sheep,
And Sheep to Man
Mehrt was a sheep. He spent all his time in a pasture, eating grass. Every day people drove by on the highway. They might have seen Mehrt in his pasture, but he never paid them any mind. He really wasn't sure what they were. Back and forth they would drive, day in and day out.
Then one day a car stopped. A man got out and came to the fence. He called out to Mehrt saying, "Hey there, sheep. How are you? I always drive by here and see you out there by yourself, eating grass, and I wondered what it was like for you, if you were ever lonely or sad?" Mehrt had no idea what the man was talking about, but he liked the sound of his voice. It was gentle and calm and Mehrt began walking toward the man by the fence, but he stopped, finding a new tuft of fescue to eat.
The man kept talking to Mehrt, sweetly but sometimes plaintively. "You see, sheep, my life has become over complicated. Many of the hopes and dreams of my youth never happened. I have way too many responsibilities now to ever have time to do or achieve all the things I wanted to do. Sometimes I wish I were like you Sheep, with nothing to worry about all day long and only the trees and the sky to look at."
Then the man became quiet for a time and stared at the sheep and the sky in silence. Then he said goodbye, and got in his car and drove away. Mehrt liked the man and wondered if he would come and visit him again, although the man did seem a bit sad and lonely.
Fifty years went by and sadly, both Mehrt and the man had passed away. But while the man had reincarnated into a sheep that grazed in the very same pasture that Mehrt had once grazed in, Mehrt had reincarnated into a rowdy young man named Mahrty who had grown up and still lived on a nearby ranch.
One night as a group of drunken, goat roping young men went roaring up a hill in a beat up pickup truck, the driver slowed the vehicle and pulled over to the side of the road by the pasture to take a piss. "Hey Mahrty, let's go mess with that sheep," yelled one of the men. As Mahrty relieved himself, he stared out across the pasture at the quiet animal. Something about him and the place felt familiar. "Nah," he answered, and the young men climbed back into the truck and drove away, probably looking for a helpless cow to tip instead.
As the moon stood askew on the eastern horizon a pack of coyotes had gathered and lurked nearby in stand of trees. The night had grown colder and a frost was making the grass much crunchier to chew. The sheep felt frightened as he thought he saw a shadow move in the darkness. As he began to run he glanced once at the moon forlornly, bemoaning fact he had gotten out and strayed so far from the barn.
-bushman
07/30/2016
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Gnome Ofthe Diabase
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Out Of Bed
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Jul 30, 2016 - 01:30pm PT
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i Was reading the last share, today's, from 7/2 on the Sobriety thread at 4:20 .
That's as much as I'll say adopt that bump, hard to hide from Jody today huh c. A very bad thought politics won't stop. . .
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 30, 2016 - 02:23pm PT
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Mehrd's my name, my wool's my fame.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 30, 2016 - 04:16pm PT
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zBrown, where dat?^^^
Potpourri of shots taken during the Rim fire.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 30, 2016 - 04:23pm PT
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Mas.
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mouse from merced
Trad climber
The finger of fate, my friends, is fickle.
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Topic Author's Reply - Jul 30, 2016 - 04:33pm PT
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zBrown
Ice climber
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Jul 30, 2016 - 05:05pm PT
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mtmfm (marytylermoorefrommerced)
The one with the surfer?
We call it "da beach" in CV.
Other people call it Costa Rica - Pavones.
Mike has a house there, but he lives in Vermont.
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