There are time I hate this computer. This is the third post begun this morning. Live Writer saves periodically, automatically. Every time it saves, if I’m typing quickly, something happens; the screen goes blue and the next key stroke, which I seem seldom to stop erases everything.
No matter. Go slower.
Rain. It was forecast to be dry today and wet tomorrow. Again, no matter. I got the public areas yesterday. All the barr ditch, all the verges between the ditch and side walk (which is a mis-direction, the sidewalks were given up on by the village twenty-five years ago and allowed to grass over and crumble) and all the Saddle Club lands bordering my place. That leaves only the lawns and they can use the extra growth.
I have too much tree for a good lawn. Too much shade.
I really don’t understand the amazement some of the news folks have with dra-mama and his crew are having with them. They, the crew, being unable to admit the truth. I get frustrated at time and feel like yelling at the tube. Hell, the administration hasn’t toldd anyone the truth since Pelosi ran off during the Bush administration and visited the President of Syria.
I forget sometimes Democrat are actually human, just immoral. I use to think it might be limited to Pelosi and Reed, now I suppose I have to blanket the entire Party.
I almost forgot. The rural route lady asked me not to put up the mail box and ask for an address change until this week. Seems that her pay period starts this week and she didn’t want to upset the route for a piddling two days fussing with my new box. She and her part time postal delivery man husband are liberal democrats also.
Integrity is hard to come by. Wonder we had people with enough guts to run a reveloution.
From the reaches,