Shoulda…
Originally published by Jean Thursday, May 29, 2025
In the end
you will say
I wish I had
I wish we had
but it will be
too little
too late.
and too sad.
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It Would Be Worth It
just to stop California from thinking they can tell the rest of us what to do and how to live.
"Full Marine Battalion Of 500 Deploying To LA As Newsom Sues Trump Over National Guard"
Navin Grewsom: "Californians pay the bills for the federal government. We pay over $80 BILLION more in taxes than we get back. Maybe it’s time to cut that off, @realDonaldTrump."
[then why are you running such huge deficits?]
Cut them off. Let them keep their $80B. The rest of us already need permission to enter - the state has "customs" stations at the border; make those work both ways.
Let them get it shoved in their faces they're not as independent of us as they'd like to believe; that they need the rest of us for such things as electricity and fuel and water.
The expression "Don't Californicate xxxx" didn't come about out of nowhere - look what happened to Oregon.
Let's hear it for the great state of Jefferson ...
Rant OFF.
Continue reading →The Old Gazebo…
Originally published December 22, 2006
Winter. Late afternoon.
The beach is empty. The air is grey-blue.
The ocean is grey-silver, scattered with foamy white waves.
At the high-tide mark is a long wooden, railed walkway leading to
an old gazebo perched on top of the highest dune.
Inside the gazebo is a picnic table with benches.
Under the table is a pair of small deck shoes.
Between the shoes is an empty styrofoam coffee cup.
The most interesting thing is on the table. An open book.
The pages on the left are flapping lightly with the breeze.
The pages on the right are clipped together by a pen.
They struggle to move with the wind..
On that first page on the right is a single handwritten line.
In the most delicate and precise penmanship. It says...
"I am going home."
Patience
Time For Another “Summer Of Love”?
Judging from what I hear about the goings-on in LA and NYC ... plus DC and Portland ... and perhaps other places not worthy of news reporting Minneapolis? Seattle?, I wonder if the time is coming for at least another time of Peaceful Protesting by the left.
More expansive this time, more dedication to the cause ... more bullets flying.
I'm not convinced I like either side, but I am not fond of the left ("not fond" - one way to put it) and I don't trust the right ... but if forced, I have to stick with the right ... and keep an eye on my 6.
Anyone else smell at least limited martial law?
Just keep in mind: the alternative was Harris.
UPDATE: Yep - there it is ...
"Sen. Cory Booker calls LA riots 'peaceful' as rioters torch cars and attack federal agents"
Life On The DT Homestead
One of Mrs DT's hobbies is gardening. It never much appealed to me although my parents once had "award-winning" gardens and four helpers. That could be when I lost my interest ... but then I had two grandfathers that were raised on farms - and both got out as soon as they were old enough to leave home. So maybe I inherited my disinterest.
But I'm happy enough to help "document" her efforts.
Continue reading →Found On Fluff … I Mean, Fox News
"Here's how long you should be able to hold a plank based on your age"
I don't know about you all but I found holding the position (20-30 sec for my age group) a trivial effort compared to getting up out of the position.
Continue reading →It Could Happen…
Originally published by Jean Sunday, September 12, 2010
If you were me
and I were you
I think I'd be confused.
Your socks would sag
Your pants would drag
Your shoes would be askewed.
I'd sip your wine
instead of mine
Then probably p'tu-it.
There'd be no getting used t'it.
The mix of you
swapped 'round with me
might fail to find the conduit.
Sparks would fly
There'd be a cry
We'd end up glooped 'n puddled.
Best you stay there
and I stay here
evade our being fuddled.
I'd miss the me
and you would you.
Two twains not meant for meeting.
Happystances less than fleeting.
Does make no sense
in trading tents.
Isall discombobulation.
Keep what you've got
and covet not
another's home play station.
End Of The Road
Sunrise Over Lake Huron
From the eastern shore of northern Michigan - north of Oscoda - the lake is about 100 miles across at this point. Not intentionally, but on the eastern shore of the lake at this point is the beach where I spent most of my youthful summers ... and learned that "warm" water (as I was often informed that it was - my mother lied to me) in the northern Great Lakes is good drinking temperature.
Back before Global Warming, we'd drive out on the ice a bit south of here; if it was thick enough to stymie Coast Guard ice-breakers, it was certainly safe for cars. At least so far as our feeble minds were capable of thinking at that age. Made it 20 miles out one time.
We'd do a lot of foolish things like that.
God was watching over us ...
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