The local papers are full of it:
I had some fun with a pencil and a map. I marked all the places I felt were happy with the out come.
Finished two small books from Amazon. All about Witches and murder. Why authors seem to feel those two go together (even the female authors, and it seems the females write about witches who have distinctive different mind sets from their male counterparts) I haven’t a clue, unless the dra-mama’s statement of blood sells is absolutely true.
Which from the looks of religion blood and violence are the business of the world – Except for Russia. They appear godless and are still blood first.
Maybe it just human nature. Get bloody, revolt, take a break and repeat. Disease is all well and fine until it kills, but isn’t controllable by humans therefore bad.
So maybe controlled violence is the real thing.
Yesterday I was forced out and about. I arrived early to everything. To the store at eight – it opened at nine. To the library at noon – it opened at one. To the insurance company at two, it re-opened at three after the funeral.
Only the dog didn’t seem to mind when I got home – it was about time.
I was looking for the 1040 form to file taxes. The post office doesn’t carry them. The court house didn’t carry them, both told me to print them out from the computer. The library did have some. I took two.
Two because they seem to be a dying breed and I thought I’d keep one for posterity. Actually, one was for the pencil erasures and one was for the tax department.
Some one driving down the old RR bed did some extensive damage to my north fence, taking out the only wooden pole on the corner. That’s a ten foot drop from the bed to they managed to take out the corner.
May whomever develop venereal warts and begin to stutter; their wife turn frigid; their children unruly and brash.
The least they could have done was told me of the event.
From the reaches,