Swan song

Well my adventure into blogdom has come to a close, just like my cycling column back in the 70's. I have exhausted all my material or hit a terminal block. Either way this is my swan song. Is it true that swans sing before they die? I had great aspirations as to my blog "improving the universe" bring order out of chaos, and stuff like that.

Take care

Live Happy

Jack

What makes you happy?

Please give up a few minutes of your time and send it to me, What, in this world makes you smile, laugh, chortle, guffaw, giggle or grin, 

What gives you a warm feeling, brings a tear of happiness to your eye or makes you just feel good! 

Three Indian Squaws were getting married on the same day.
Each of their prospective husbands have to get a new animal
hide for the marriage bed. The squaw chooses which animal
she wants.
The first squaw wanted a buffalo hide, the bridegroom went off, killed
a buffalo and brought back the hide. The second squaw wanted a bear
hid, off goes the bridegroom , kills the bear, brings back the hide.
however, the third Squaw has done a bit of reading and wants a
Hippopotamus hide. Poor bridegroom, however, off he goes to Africa
and finds a hippopotamus, kills it and takes the hide back. All
three couples get married.
Nature has taken its course and after 9 months the three squaws give
birth to their first children. However, the squaw with the
hippopotamus hide has twins - which only goes to prove the theory that
The Squaw on the hippopotamus is equal to the sum of the squaws on
the other two hides.

My day, no week! in court

To whom it may concern

Life and Law have become much too complicated. I’m sure it is because laws are written by lawyers and legislated by lawyers, and I’m not sure if it is to guarantee that only lawyers will be able to interpret and understand or that it’s just another coat of paint applied without cleaning the surface. until the buildup becomes ridiculous. Having just completed a week of jury duty I came away with a head full of ambiguities and confusion between “battery” <> and “Assault” also When actual damage or wounding is done there is a need for a graduated table of degrees. Depth of trauma, area of bruising, and a table of treatment or assessing damage. Ie. "the nurse looked at it." the "Medic put a bandaid on it" the "Doctor treated it"  

First swim of 2008

We are enjoying a down slope compression wind temperature in the 80's and the pool is up to 76 degrees. It really invigorates. 

If I seem to be over enthusiastic about water, it is due to my youth in the Mojave desert. Anything that had over 50% H2O  we swam in. I guess the worst was the wet tailing's of the borax mine. This was a grey-green mud that came from the mill. the surface was deceptively dry looking  but if you stepped on it you sank!, then you could sort of crawl swim in it. It was cooler than the air. After "swimming" we would play in the dry tailing's (same grey-green colored pebbles) then we would admire our "lizard skin". We then had to don our Levis over the Faux skin and pull every hair on our body. The company showers were blessedly near so we could clean up. We also swam at the Western mines which was flooded and the water was pumped into a 15x15x very deep pool, we would remove any dead animals and jump in the super saturated solution. Cool and deep. When you climbed out your skin turned white with borax crystals. The mines were dug in many levels. then they would scrape with a drag line huge "stoaps" several stories deep. when they had been emptied a hole was drilled down from the surface and the earth packed to hold up the mine. They still had many cave ins. Anyway on the surface they had large metal tanks full of water, and if you didn't mind the algae great to swim in. Our constant search for water, prompted opening a fire hydrant and aiming it down and scooping out the mud. We could make a pleasant wading pool. My best friend Freddy's Dad was the mine Superintendent so he finally dug a pool next to his house, two doors away from my house so I finally had access to water! When I bought my currant home one prerequisite was a big enough yard for a pool! that was about 40 years ago, and I'm still swimming in it.

3rd day of Jury duty

Can't write about it yet!

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Jury finally set

Court today

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Old really can!

There were these two elderly people living in a Florida
mobile home park. He was a widower and she a widow. They
had known one another for a number of years.

One evening there was a community supper in the big
activity center. These two were at the same table, across
from one another. As the meal went on, he made a few
admiring glances at her and finally gathered up his
courage to ask her, "Will you marry me?"

After a dramatic pause and precisely six seconds of
'careful consideration,' she answered. "Yes. Yes, I will."
The meal ended with a few more pleasant exchanges and
they went to their respective places.

Next morning, he was troubled. "Did she say 'yes' or did
she say 'no'?" He couldn't remember. Try as he would, he
just could not recall. Not even a faint memory. With
trepidation, he went to the telephone and called her.
First, he explained to her that he didn't remember as
well as he used to. Then he reviewed the lovely evening
past. As he gained a little more courage, he then inquired
of her, "When I asked if you would marry me, did you say
'Yes' or did you say 'No'?"

He was delighted to hear her say, "Why, I said, 'Yes,
yes I will' and I meant it with all my heart." Then she
continued, "And I am so glad that you called, because I
couldn't remember who had asked me."

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Jury duty went well haven't fallen asleep or been kicked off!

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