Return of the fat bastard - ALL LIVES MATTER! PERIOD! END OF STORY!

July 8th 2016

Before you start reading this. I took no pictures today so I just threw in some of my favorites.

This is how nutmeg copes with politics!

      I just erased about 500 words written about the current situation facing the world. It was too bitter. I'm so fed up with the bullshit that's going on. Trump or Clinton? Really? That's the best you guys can come up with? Curiouser and curiouser!

Politics! What a load of crap!

It's like we've all gone down the Rabbit Hole! The Donald as the Mad Hatter and Hillary as the Queen of Clubs. Now I know why they call you Yanks! It reminds of a joke I heard about 100 years ago. Two explorers go ashore on a deserted Island in the South Pacific. It turns out it wasn't deserted it was inhabited by a tribe of Headhunters. Captured, they were marched into the village where they saw the heads of people on poles. Funny joke so far huh? The head of the tribesman said "Missionary teach english. Tonight Feast". That night they were led out to the fire and tied between two trees. To the first explorer the Chief said "Death or Chi Chi ?". The explorer thinking nothing is worse than death  chose Chi Chi. The Tribe went crazy chanting Chi Chi, Chi Chi then every male in the tribe sodomized him then dragged him into the jungle. When things had calmed down the Chief turned to the remaining explorer and said Death or Chi Chi? Being a man of rare moral courage he said " I choose Death!"  The chief said "Death??" "Yes" the brave explorer said loud enough for all to hear "I CHOOSE DEATH!!" The Chief  said "Death it is, Death...... by CHI CHI!" and the tribe went crazy again Chi Chi, Chi Chi. That's the choice our American cousins are faced with. Either way they're going to get Chi Chi'd!

      Alright I got it all out. Then I erased it!
      Today was a mental health day. A lot of puttering, a lot of guitar playing and a lot of grazing. I had Halibut lettuce wraps for lunch. while watching the news out of the Excited States!. . Do you think killing Cops is going to make it easier or harder for Black Men when dealing with the police? ALL LIVES MATTER! PERIOD! END OF STORY!

Whoa

      Christian picked me and my tools up to give him a hand installing a large mirror. We had it up in no time. I forgot to take a picture. It looks pretty good. Well spaced on the wall and level on the level! You'll just have to take my word for it. I've been really lackadasical with the camera lately. They say a picture is worth a thousand words I should put up 4 baby pictures and call it a blog. Just kidding. Sort of. I had big plans for today. It rained off and on all morning and most of the afternoon. Then the sun came out and I sat out on the deck and serenaded my tomato plants until the Bluejays game started.
      Michele was out until just after noon and her friend Jaquie was coming over to help her organize her space. I've known Jaquie for years. She's always upbeat and happy when I see her. I do that to women I'm not married to. Apparently She's a Bitch! Self proclaimed Bitch at that. If you screw with me I'll wreck your life! She said to me without blinking! Which in itself is pretty freakin scary! I brought out some Crab and Artichoke spread and some crackers. Wow, that was good!

A short film I did in L A

       Around 8:30 I had some roast beef and a Squatch salad. Then made it to RONA just minutes before they closed at 9:00. I needed some drywall anchors to hang three large, heavy pictures. I should have bought them when I was there this morning with Christian getting the mirror hardware. We even bought the anchors I was going to buy now. I got the anchors and a #2 phillips screwdriver. I lost mine somewhere around the house.
      I don't want to give you the impression that I sit around the house all day eating Bon Bons. When I say I was doing nothing I mean nothing interesting. Life goes on, I do the stuff everybody has to do because it has to get done. Today I did 2 loads of laundry, vacuumed all the floors and washed the kitchen floor using a sharp stick and a Ratdog for a mop! How's that for a visual? It's hard to make laundry funny. Except when I pull the lovely Lisa's panties over my head, jump out  of the bushes and scare Next Door Gord! Okay, that only happened once, but it was funny!
      Then I sat around writing and then erasing all the vile shit I was going to say about the useless Douche Bags who are running and ruining our world. It's a fine line between humor and hubris. Some times it's hard to find the joke. Sometimes we put ourselves into the middle of events we have no control over so that we become the story. It's a defensive mechanism that we use because the horrendous things people are doing out there are too hard to wrap our heads around. They seem distant and surreal while our feelings are real and intimate and often painfully overpowering. We do what we need to do to live with ourselves!

As far as any one knows we are a nice normal family!

      Well enough of that crap. I didn't take a single picture again today so I'll fill the blog with non sequitorial illustrations. Nothing to do with the rant or the story. Just pictures I like.

That's all I've got
Until next time
Peace out Y'all