The Lapel Pin Patriot

I’m not a religious guy. I think I am a decent human being and I try to do the right thing towards my fellow man. But, I don’t go to church, sing the hymns, and aspire to go to Heaven. Of the latter concept, I think it is right here on Earth, and it is what you make of it. (Hell’s here, too.)

I suppose what chafed me so much about churchgoing, back in the day, was the hypocrisy. You know, the guy who’s making a big show out of dropping a wad in the collection plate, but is a total, insufferable, sinning asshole once he steps out onto the street. Or, the smiling, over-the-top gracious lady, who sings the loudest Hallelujahs, but is cheating on her husband. Or, worse, the preachers who act high and mighty, and look with scorn upon the sinners and atheists, but use the “prosperity gospel” to fleece their flock. Say one thing, do the other.

That behavior is, by the way, part and parcel of being a politician; promise one thing with no intention of doing it. In fact, that is what Populism is. Finding out what really energizes a group of voters, tell them you’ve got their back, and then ignore them when you’ve been elected. Because… you’re not there to drain the swamp, you’re there to fill it.

Patriotism is a divisive concept. I guess it means what you want it to mean. Have you ever noticed all of the D.C. politicians who wear the blue suit (who else wears those gaudy things?), white shirt, red tie, and have the American flag pin on the lapel? (See above) It’s the standard uniform of conservative Republican legislators. They are patriots, right? They love America; that’s why they wanted to get elected…right? To do the right thing, for America. Presumably.

He looks like he could be trusted, right? He’s wearing two flag pins!

Then these so-called patriots go and propose laws that would disenfranchise American voters, deny health care to those citizens who are in the most need, give tax breaks to the richest 1 percent of our people, and water down regulations that protect our Country’s environment. And, continue to do and say things that disrespect 42 million African Americans. Do these sound like the actions of folks who love their Country and their fellow citizens?

Would it surprise you to know that an African American man, in the 21st century, is five times more likely to be found guilty and sentenced to prison than a white person charged with the same crime? It’s sad but true; we live in a racist society.

The past few weeks have seen an increase of modest public protest by (predominantly) African American athletes over the endemic issue of police brutality toward minorities, blatant efforts by Bible Belt politicians to suppress minority voting, the reawakening of fascism in the United States, and the divisive, racist comments by our President week after week. It’s the Black Lives Matter issue…”in your face” version.

Accordingly, an increasing number of NFL players are refusing to stand at attention during the National Anthem before games, preferring to take a knee, with head bowed. Basically saying, “I’m not proud of America, right now.” I get it, and they’re using a powerful, televised podium to symbolically make their case and plea for change.

President Trump and his boys are incensed that these sports icons are doing this. The Prez went on a Tweet blitzkrieg this past week, eighteen tweets so far, calling the athletes un-patriotic, disrespectful, even “sons of bitches”, and called upon NFL owners to fire them. It was the most pressing thing on his agenda, evidently.

Of course, Mr. Trump doesn’t get it, like so many other matters that are important to Americans.

In this case, he doesn’t seem to think that free speech and protest are patriotic. He’s wrong about that. That’s how change is affected. And, apparently, that’s the last thing that Trump wants, even though his rebellious campaign was all about change (a change back to the good old days…of whiteness?).

The New England Patriots, the Super Bowl Champs, are named after those early Americans who protested British tyranny, threw a Tea Party, and prompted the writing of the Declaration of Independence. Without those patriots’ strong voices and protest, we’d still be under the heel of the English monarchy.

Free speech and protest in this Country brought us change in labor laws, helped secure the right to vote for women, countered McCarthyism in the 1950’s, enabled the Civil Rights movement, and pressured our government to end the War in Vietnam.

The people who were involved in those struggles were true patriots, attempting to help America be greater than it was. Is that what our Prez is doing?

Donald Trump is a Lapel Pin Patriot. He says he loves America, but doesn’t even understand it, and surely doesn’t show it. He has a nasty habit of disrespecting the people and the institutions of this Country…and those are what America is, the things that give us pride in our wonderful land. But, he loves wearing the lapel pin and waving the flag. Abe Lincoln, if he were alive, would “take a knee”, ashamed of this Prez.

Free speech is the bedrock of our democracy, but the President doesn’t believe in that, really, particularly if someone says anything which reflects poorly on his actions. In his view, athletes, entertainers, and other celebrities should keep their mouths shut regarding this Administration.

If only we could get this guy to shut HIS big mouth.

It seems that every day President Trump either tweets something offensive about minorities, disrespects other elected officials, or embarrasses the United States in public blasts at antagonistic foreign leaders, allies, etc. Rather than the Leader of the Free World, he acts like a braying donkey.

September 24, 2017

While President Trump was absorbed all week with shouting down the NFL “sons-of-bitches”, the people of Puerto Rico (all U.S. citizens) were trying to survive after being slam-dunked by Hurricane Maria. No power, no electricity, most housing destroyed, no food, water…a living Hell. It was Hurricane Katrina, revisited, with citizens begging for help, and not getting it fast enough. Those Puerto Ricans are probably not too proud of America right now;  I wonder how many would “take a knee” if the Star Spangled Banner was sung?

 

There is great irony here. President Trump and his Administration are Hell-bent to limit immigration by Latinos, because the campaign’s subliminal theme was all about making America white again. Hence, Trump’s ridiculous Wall proposal, attacks on the Dreamers program, and crackdowns by ICE agents. However, if the Federal government’s aid to Puerto Rico is not sufficient, nor timely, the island’s precarious economy will collapse, and hundreds of thousands of Puerto Ricans (Latinos) will probably legally move to the mainland U.S., because they can (they are already U.S. citizens).

Not surprisingly, someone must have mentioned this to the President, mid-week, when he suddenly stopped bashing those NFL “sons of bitches” with his Tweets, and jumped on the “OMG, we’ve got to help out those Puerto Ricans!” bandwagon. The man is a fool, but he is not totally stupid. Of course, he spent most of the week congratulating himself and his Administration for rushing to the aid of the Puerto Ricans, and lambasting the Mayor of San Juan for complaining that the aid is too slow in coming: “People are dying here!” Trump’s  response: “Help yourself.”

Speaking of fools and their ideas, the Trump campaign to limit immigration is hardly in the interest of “Making America Great Again”. America is a country of immigrants, it is the Great Melting Pot, where the American Dream is offered to all. Immigration has made our country great. Trump’s grandfather was German. (If we’d only had a Wall back then to repulse the Trump clan!)

Immigration has brought us hard workers and people with new ideas. These newcomers actually believe in the Dream (i.e. if you work hard, anything is possible), as opposed to many of our own children and grandchildren, who seem to think that society owes them something, that their prospects are hopeless, etc. Hard work is anathema to them.

We have a number of friends and acquaintances who are living the Dream. One Vietnamese couple came to the U.S. with nothing; they now own several profitable businesses while employing many young folks. A Romanian friend sneaked into the country illegally years ago; he now owns a thriving photography business in Orange County, and is a wonderful human being. A Greek/Canadian couple own the hair salon that we frequent; they left Canada years ago, with nothing, left their clients behind, came out to California and gave free haircuts to passersby to drum up business, and, years later…their Temecula salon has been named one of the Top 100 in the United States for the past two years. My friend Randy’s thriving Wood Mountain Christmas Tree business wouldn’t make a dime if it weren’t for the agricultural workers in Oregon who plant, nurture, harvest, and ship the product; I’ve worked alongside of these Central American illegals for the past four years, and I’ve never seen harder workers. Our housekeeper is a Mexican lady, and her husband is a commercial house painter. They work hard every day to give their children the opportunity for success that they didn’t have in their own country.

America is about these people and the millions of other Orientals, Europeans, Africans, and Latin Americans who immigrated here, worked hard, brought new ideas, and gave us a rich, vibrant culture. Even the Irish contributed!

Loving your country, enthusiastically saluting the flag and singing the Anthem is all about embracing the diversity that makes America wonderful. It’s about our democratic system of government and the freedoms we enjoy…the envy of the world. It’s about the opportunity for betterment that is supposed to be available to all.

When so-called “Patriots” demean that diversity, seek to deny freedoms from some Americans, and scheme to reduce the opportunities for the lower class to rise above their station in life, then…they reveal that they do not love THIS country and what it stands for. Rather, they dishonor that American Flag that they wear on their lapel.

Freedom of speech was guaranteed to all of us over two hundred years ago. Negro slaves were emancipated one hundred and fifty year ago. Why are Black Americans still having to beg for equality, having to plead for humane treatment by the police and the courts, and being asked to curtail their freedom of speech when they complain about the inequality?

Why, Mr. President?

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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End of Days

This was a crappy couple of weeks. The world may be going to Hell.

The wife of one of my best friends died of cancer. She was a wonderful lady whom we had a chance to meet at our home last Christmas. She’d just found out about a positive colonoscopy result. Nine months later she was gone. It doesn’t seem fair. It’s a tough pill to swallow for her loved ones, but, as the saying goes, “God has a plan.” I sure hope so, because my friend is having a tough time right now.

Our three dogs have put in a lot of hard work lately, chasing balls, chewing on things, scavenging up rotten stuff when they go on walks, having to go to the vet for stomach ailments (surprise!), pestering us while we’re trying to clean the house or watch TV, etc. So, they sleep a lot. Here are the bums:

Not to be melodramatic, but…Booger has a lump. We just discovered it, and it doesn’t feel like a lipoma. Charlie and JayJay have lots of them. Booger’s lump feels more substantial, hard, maybe attached to some muscle. Ugh. We have an appointment next Thursday with the vet. Fingers crossed.

Speaking of that, I messed up my left index finger again a few days ago. Two weeks ago, I lacerated my left index finger distal joint when demonstrating to my son Jeff how to safely store our tri-fold bed in the RV. Five stitches, $325. On Thursday, while climbing the stairs in our home while carrying a computer printer, I fell and lacerated THE SAME FINGER! What a klutz! That one required six stitches, $340. I’m running out of room on that finger to injure, and my funds are dropping fast. Dammit, it’s the Devil’s work, I’m sure! (Or, alternately, it could be God’s; I haven’t been to church lately.)

Speaking of the Devil, how about our President? That idiot seems to have a made a pact with Beezelbub himself to start World War III as soon as humanly possible. I don’t get the urgency. And, besides, how can Trump International make money off of that?

Amazingly, our Commander-in-Chief continues to daily threaten, belittle, insult, and mock the juvenile, nut-job leader of North Korea, who has recently added nuclear bombs and ICBM missiles to his military toy box…which he seems Hell-bent to utilize on someone, anyone, etc. It’s hard to see a Win-Win outcome with this provocation, particularly since two impetuous imbeciles are in charge of the infamous “red buttons”. One twitch by either one could result in hundreds of thousands of deaths, and, for what, really?

 

Just speaking for myself, one Korean War was enough.

Our loudmouth President went to the U.N., made a speech, and totally embarrassed our country, acting like a foaming-at-the-mouth Adolph Hitler, threatening war on numerous countries. What the Hell is he thinking? And, why? I don’t get it, and neither does anyone else, including our allies.

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Maybe the deranged “dotard”, to use the North Korean leader’s insult, wants to hasten Judgment Day? He has been acting especially unhinged lately. (Definition of dotard: a weak or senile old person. Yeah, that’s about right.)

 

Come to think of it, a nuclear End of Days would probably be more palatable to Trump than anticipating the coming year in Washington D.C. It would be like Suicide by Cop; “Hey, please put me out of my misery!”

 

The “Russiagate”  investigation seems to be detecting blood in the water with regard to election vote interference by Russian actors (and, possibly, by lackeys working with the Trump campaign). More and more clues are beginning to surface, and even GOP folks are acknowledging that something was amiss. Trump’s denials are getting more shrill. Methinks his weird actions on numerous fronts are an effort to divert attention. A nuclear war with North Korea or Iran, or an invasion of Venezuela, might do the trick.

The “Repeal-and-Replace” Obamacare campaign promise (by Trump and the GOP) seems to have had a stake driven through its heart again this week. The sophomoric, hastily put-together “plan” by GOP senators Graham and Cassidy…

…was so bad…

…that the leadership tried to shove it through the Senate before it was reviewed by the Congressional Budget Office, which determines what the fiscal and societal costs might be.

That tells you something right there: When Obama was President, the Republicans used the CBO review as a cudgel to beat down Administrative proposals. Anyway, the whole Repeal/Replace sham is an insult to democracy, a thinly-disguised effort to erase part of the legacy of our first Black president. The Republicans, after stewing about this for seven years, can’t seem to figure out how to come up with something better, and then attempt to foist upon America a piece of crap legislative stinker that appears, to one journalist, to have been crafted “like sophomores clawing out a final paper at the last moment with a can of Red Bull in hand.” That’s our tax money at work, folks.

I feel bad for the President. Even if he were able to come up with a good idea (which he has yet to do, but I’m not giving up!), he has to look forward to his useless Senate Majority Leader Mitch McConnell steering the legislation through the Congress.

That old geezer should have had his driver’s license revoked twenty years ago, for God’s Sake.

If Senator John McCain held that post, even suffering from terminal cancer, like he is, something would get accomplished.

(Update: Speaking of that man of integrity, Republican Senator McCain yesterday appeared to drive the last nail in the Repeal/Replace coffin…for the second time this year. This is the same Vietnam war hero that Donald Trump insulted during his campaign. I think that I read in the Bible that payback can be a bitch. “Vengeance is mine!”, sayeth the Lord.)

Speaking of that, lots of Christian evangelists (who supported Donald Trump) are claiming this week that God is punishing us for our sins by smiting us with all those terrible hurricanes. (Of course, He might be doing so because we elected the lying, sinful fool…)

August 23, 2017

Anyway, these cataclysmic events, of Biblical proportions, no less, have really laid low the Caribbean islands and America’s South. Ironically, this happened when President Trump’s Administration was working hard to crater any regulations relating to environmental protection, including flood protection. Murder is still a sin, isn’t it?

An enormous amount of Federal assistance is now going to be required to restore the infrastructure and economy in those areas, right at a time when Trump and the GOP wanted (promised) to revise the tax code, to give more money back to rich folks, and magically create more money in the Federal Budget to order more warplanes and build the the President’s wet dream, the Mexican Wall.

Thank You Jesus! that you have positioned Senator Mitch McConnell in his lofty place to help dampen Mr. Trump’s sinful urges. As the saying goes, “The Lord works in mysterious ways.”

Mr. Wonderful just can’t seem to catch a break lately. Not much winning.

That “Deep State” that the Prez bitches about must have it in for him, piling on when he doesn’t need it. Surely, those satanic evildoers,Obama and Clinton, must be behind this, orchestrating this diabolical conspiracy!

And, poor Mrs. Trump. The young lady has to live with this ill-tempered lout. Melania had had to come up with a task befitting her role as First Lady. Ironically, she chose Cyber-Bullying…while she is married to, perhaps, the biggest bully in America. Is that some kind of Freudian message? Go figure.

Donald Trump, the man who would Make America Great Again: the friggin’ Pope can’t stand the guy…for some reason…and he’s supposed to love everybody! How did we do this to ourselves, America?!

It is going to be interesting how this all plays out, with God meting out punishment, right and left, the Republican-led Congress attempting to dodge thunderbolts while attempting to look busy, and our Devil-May-Care President continuing his slash-and-burn assault on our democracy and world civilization.

We’re circling the drain, I tell ya’.

 

 

Margaritaville

Another boring day at the beach, ha ha. The bar opens at 2 p.m.

Actually, we’ve been down here in Oceanside, at Paradise by the Sea RV Resort, approximately 400 yards from the ocean, for a couple of weeks now…and I’ve yet to put a foot into the surf! And, the weather has been great: High mid-70’s, low-mid-60’s, with lots of sunshine. God’s Country.

We’ve just been so busy. Charlie’s catching up on her work, after a couple months of doing stupid audits for Workers’ Comp and General Liability for several clients. It really put her behind the curve. Luckily, our son Jonathan has picked up the slack. He be “The Man”.

I’ve kept busy walking the three dogs multiple times per day, doing laundry and dishes, making the bed, keeping our exterior living area neat, running errands in the car, making meals, and driving Charlie back and forth to Murrieta for special tasks. I work up a real thirst for Margaritas by early afternoon.

Oh, yeah, I tried to cut off my left index finger one day, while demonstrating to my son Jeff the appropriate and safe way to stow away our tri-fold couch sleeper. I had to go to Urgent Care and get six stitches. That sucked.

The good part of that accident is that I therefore avoid having to do the dishes for a couple of weeks.

I’ve been visiting my Mom (who is in hospice) in Murrieta every Thursday.

Thursday is also my bowling day, so Charlie and I (and the dogs) will make a day of it up there. She’ll get her nails done, we’ll get some materials distributed to clients, picked up our prescriptions from Costco, collect stuff from the dry cleaner, etc. It’s a 50 minute drive, so we try to maximize the utility of the trip.

I really sucked at bowling last week. Our team won the match, but the guys didn’t get a lot of help from me. I will have to bring my A-game tomorrow or they’ll toss me.

I got my left knee injected with Syn Visc for the fourth year this past Monday. It is necessary because I have relatively zero cartilage left in the joint, and I either have to go the Syn Visc route or consider a knee replacement. The injection is good for one year and works like a champ; my knee has no pain and I can do anything I want. Normally, after the injection, my knee is stiff for a week. But, this time, no stiffness, so I will be able to avoid missing a week of the bowling league.

Last night was a dud. A good friend and his wife were supposed to come down to our RV site and do drinks and snacks with us. We were really looking forward to it, and had bought about $25 in goodies to make it real nice. But, alas, they didn’t show! It turned out that our friend had mistakenly put Wednesday on his calendar when the get-together was scheduled for Tuesday. He was humiliated, and Charlie was pissed. But, we will get over it.

Speaking of friends, we’ve made a few here at Paradise. A nice Canadian couple with two girls was sited next to us last week. They got run ragged taking their kids to every attraction in Southern California, and the mother was exhausted. On their last night before the return run up to British Columbia, we share drinks and war stories. And, I gave them some tips on good RV parks on the way north, which they really appreciated. They were going to try Ocean Mesa (Santa Barbara) as their first stop, and then maybe Santa Cruz Redwoods after that.

The dogs got their physicals this past week. Baby is now 17-1/2 pounds, while Booger and JayJay are about 26 pounds apiece, a bit chubby for them. Too many treats; shame on us. But, it’s vacation…

Today, Charlie and I spent some time on the Internet making preparations for our October cruise out of Boston. We’ve never spent any time in New England, so we’re going to do a few excursions in Main and Nova Scotia. In addition, we’ll see a bunch of Boston, as we will spend two days prior to, and three days after, in that city. We may rent a car and head out into the country to see the Fall leaves. And, I expect we will frequent a number of bars and dives to sample the cuisine. I’m looking forward to it.

We’ve been on many cruises (maybe a couple dozen?), and usually don’t do the “sit down” dinners in the dining room. However, on this cruise, which will be more formal (cause it’s in New England in the Fall), we will probably revert to the Main Dining Room routine, with all the bells and whistles. And, gain 8 pounds apiece!

Speaking of the Fall, I am again signed-up for the Oregon Christmas Tree gig. This year, Wood Mountain will be shipping more product. So, we will have a bigger crew, and we’ll be up there (in the crummy weather) for twelve days rather than seven, packing who knows how many semis full of trees, wreaths, swags, and garland. I don’t know how many more of these man-cations I will do; twelve days is a lot of bonding with the guys. This year we will be staying in a rented farmhouse rather than a motel. I hope it doesn’t get too crazy in there. A couple of the guys are much younger, and they like to party a bit. And, their music sucks. So, we’ll see…

My role up there is mainly a supervisor of logistics, so I don’t have to get my hands that dirty. I make sure that the right products are on the right truck, in the right order, and that the truck driver is headed to the correct drop-points down south in California and Arizona with the right paperwork. In between, I do whatever The Boss (Randy Wood) needs me to do, whether it be running errands in the car, labeling trees, providing the guys with supplies, and interacting with the hard-working, Spanish-speaking worker bees (who would all be out of jobs, along with the collapse of the Christmas Tree industry, if Donald Trump had his way).

I’m expecting a raise this year, due to the extra five days away from my Sweetheart. Maybe that money can fix some of the bumps and bruises on the RV?

 

 

 

 

 

When The Rubber Meets The Road

It’s a tough time to be President of the United States.

Hurricane Harvey just got through inflicting a billion dollars in damage to Houston, the Nation’s fourth most populous city. In Texas, no less, the home of the climate change denial movement (Big Oil) and politicians who daily declare that they don’t need the help or intrusion of the Federal government. President Trump was quick to lend a hand, though.

We’ll see if those proud Texans decline Federal disaster assistance. My guess is they won’t.

To make matters worse, Hurricane Irma is bearing down on south Florida and will probably rake the entire southeastern United States. It’s one of the largest hurricanes ever recorded, and, as we speak, is wreaking havoc on Caribbean island nations. Hard to believe, but Irma has the potential to out-destruct Harvey. We’ll know by Monday.

Even harder to believe is the fact that a third Category 4 hurricane named Jose is following in the same path, just behind Irma, preparing to pile-on, as they say in football. It’s just not fair.

Not surprisingly, this is exactly what 97 percent of the world’s scientists have been predicting for years: because of man-made global warming, the seas are warmer, and it will cause hurricanes to be more frequent and severe. President Trump, at least during his campaign, called those predictions hogwash.

(Interesting sidebar: Rush Limbaugh, the syndicated radio windbag for all right wing causes…

…opined this past week that all the forecasts of doom about the impact of Hurricane Irma were a liberal conspiracy to push the climate change agenda. He pooh-poohed the danger, predicting that the meteorologists were trying to scare people, and that his own prediction, coming from years of living in Florida, was that nothing of consequence would occur. Tellingly, though, Limbaugh and his crew abandoned their Florida studio on Friday, just ahead of the 5.6 million Floridians fleeing north to high ground.)

President Trump has been surprisingly presidential this week, putting politics aside and moving quickly to provide the  Federal assistance that Texas and Florida need right now. There have been no childish rants this week from the Tweeter in Chief. Someone (possibly ex-General Kelly, his new White House Chief of Staff) must have ordered the President to grow up and suit up for action.

Mr. Trump did  something the other day that I actually agree with. In the midst of the Harvey catastrophe, and anticipating another body blow from Irma, the President cut a deal with Democrats to put aside the normal spitballing in Congress for a few months and get disaster relief funds to Texas ASAP. By doing so, he gave up a little leverage to the Dems, but he got a “win” for a change…actually accomplishing something of value for his country. Hooray, Mr. President!

The GOP leadership (an oxymoron, for sure) in D.C. was appalled that the Prez would cut such a deal with their sworn enemy. I guess that the Republicans would rather argue about policy positions with the Democrats and with each other for the rest of the year than do their job…which is what the McConnell/Ryan team has been doing for about nine years now.

 

I’m not sure what is worse for our Country…an inexperienced, narcissistic, and impulsive President or a Congress which is experienced in spinning its wheels, and can’t break the habit. A well-aimed ICBM from North Korea, targeting Washington D.C., might solve both problems…and, could happen, if President Trump doesn’t stop teasing and threatening the North Korean dictator.

That’s a bad joke, for sure. But, it’s sad to say, America needs a kick in the pants every so often to clear its head and boldly move forward. The Civil War, the Wall Street Collapse of 1929, Pearl Harbor, 9-11, etc. jolted the country into action. It’s times like that when you find out what your leaders are made of. The devastating one-two punch of Hurricanes Harvey and Irma will demand strong leadership. It will be interesting to see if Donald Trump can step up his game.

Wouldn’t it be great if he did?

 

 

Oceanside, California

We’re now in Oceanside, California, at Paradise By The Sea RV Resort… the tail end of our 2017 Road Trip. The RV will stay here for nine weeks.

Oceanside is a big surf town, just south of the USMC base at Camp Pendleton. It’s only a 40-minute drive from the Inland Empire, so a lot of guys surf in the morning and then head off to work. What a life! There is a nice pier, lots of tattoo shops, a laid-back vibe.

Our beach respite couldn’t have come at a better time, because it is insanely HOT at our home in Murrieta right now. We drove up there (only 30 miles as the crow flies) yesterday to run some errands, etc. The high temp was a scorching 112 degrees…

… while it was a cool 76 degrees at our beachside RV park in Oceanside! (Maybe that’s why it’s called “Paradise”?) The joint will be hoppin’ here this Labor Day Weekend for that very reason. I think we will work on our tan “base” with Jeff and Carol.

Our day up in Murrieta (Thursday) started out shitty. When we arrived, we found that our main computer/server was out of commission due to some power outages and electrical surges. We were in panic mode for about an hour until our computer guru, Chris Bradshaw, came to the rescue. He (and we) thought that the hard drive had been fried, but Chris found a way to re-boot the computer and restore service. We almost escaped unscathed, until we noticed that Baby had crapped in Charlie’s office.

We’re going to have to put up a sign.

 

While in Murrieta, I had to check-in at the bowling alley re: the upcoming league season, which starts next week. I hadn’t touched a bowling ball since mid-May, so I decided to see how much rust had developed. Not much, it appears, as I rolled a 168-245-197 = 600 series.

I was surprised and pleased, because it was a bit better than I was averaging in May. This coming season I will be teamed with some guys that I’ve known for a long time; I’m looking forward to it.

I also had the chance to visit my Mom at her board and care in Murrieta. She wasn’t very lucid, but was able to tell me that she’s “just trying to stay alive”, or something to that effect. It’s so sad to see her like this, where there is no quality of life, and the prospects are worse down the road. She seems to know who I am, but didn’t mention my name. I talked to my sister Claudia later in the day. She’d visited after me, and said that Mom mentioned something about “Craig was here”. The problem with my visit was that Mom had just been dosed with some pain meds and was a bit spaced out. So, the normal “word salad” that passes for conversation with her was worse than usual. I’m hoping that she’ll be more lucid next Thursday.

The dogs love it here in Oceanside. There’s a nice park next door (Buccaneer Beach Park), with lots of grass and squirrels. The beach is across the street from the sandy beach, and it’s a “No Dogs Allowed” beach. (However, you can sneak a dog in before or after the State lifeguards are on duty.)

The dogs get lots of walks to/from the beach, and Booger and Baby get to play Frisbee in the park until they get pooped. And, we have a little containment area for them at our site, complete with umbrellas, fake grass, and a swimming pool.

Today was supposed to be a “beach day” for Charlie and I. But, alas, she got swamped with some bookkeeping work. We’ll have to settle for some afternoon drinks in the patio area, watching the dogs frolic on the grass. Maybe tomorrow?