Feeding the crows left over's this morning, the words I love you, came to mind. Which, to my mind, should read I love you,IF. Deciding to put the food on the lawn, instead of the patio, which every crow would get a better chance at the food, in a larger area. The crows, ate the food and then went and sat on the railing of the patio , saying, that was good, but we want our food on the patio. And so it is with all things, expectations. I am one who does not suck up to any one. I give what I want to give, like it, or lump it. A lot of people, want. I love you if, but are they willing to put something up them selves, in order to make the circle complete. A lot of people, use the words, I love you. Is it, they like to here them selves say it. How can you say to a child, I love you, after spilling your beer. That line really bugs me. It's like a prerecorded message. Does one know what their saying. My view.

I wish I could come up with a good whine, but I really don't have any thing to whine about. Looking back on my life, I can plainly see that all that had gone on in my life, was deliberately driven by me, to get the out come that came, and I find no fault with it. Yes, it would be nice to blame this ,and that, for stuff that occurred, but that's not how I choose to look at it. When  I was younger, I did a lot of wondering, about what the hell is going on here, and what is making things happen. Now, I see it was me, and I am thankful to still be here, and slowly figuring it out. I take full resposibility, for my life. My view.

I am a golf ball. I have been a golf ball, all my life. I was famess, when I was on the store shelf. Every body said, wow, that's that famess golf ball. A guy bought me, and I thought,I now be famess in the out side world, where ever that is. This guy was a golf pro. If you don't believe me, ask him. What a shocker. The first thing he did, was take me out to the course, and hit me, hard with that dam club. I went sailing, and must have landed in the wrong place. He came over and give me another whack. He must have been angry. I land on a green spot, but the grass, was too short to hide in. He mustn't been to angry any more, because he then gave me a small tap, and I landed in a hole. Thank goodness, safe at last. But NO, he came and picked me out, and took me to another place, and, OH OH, here come's that big club again.

 This morning, it was bird bath day. The birds where taking their turns, taking a bath, getting cleaned up for the weekend. It is hard to see, but they had there little towels draped on their necks. (Trust Me) When one bird is done the next goes up for their bath. Soon all the birds are clean, and ready for the weekend. WARNING, The photo, has been altered, to protect the privacy Of the birds.

The neibours little white dog is a pain in the ass. Every time I walk on that side of my house, that dumb little dog, barks a snarls at me. I've been putting up with this for over a year now. I have voices my displeasure, in my own quaint logger language, but no one seems interested in training the dog, to be other than a pain in the ass. To report it to the authorities, would just make more trouble, For I have already give their boy shit for hitting my house with their ball, for about three years now. I just got finished taking our dog for his necessary walk, and I had a heck of a time to get passed the barking dog. When we finally got to where we needed to go, success. Now, don't you think, that that was a good whine, if that's what we need in xanga. We have a fence between us, or the little white dog would be tits up, by now.

Getting up early this morning, which is normal, for me. Got my coffee, sat down on the floor in my yogart position, which is normal, for me. Having my smoke, and coffee, and doing a little twisting this way and that, which is normal, for me. Twisting towards the patio door, I noticed the dog,out there on the patio. I decided to watch him for a bit, and I was fascinated, by him, walking back, and forth,just enjoying his morning, smelling the flowers, and rolling around, adjusting his spine. Cool in the morning. Condition just right. He had that look on his face as if to say, I love my patio. The is mine. It would be nice where, ever we are, to say to ourselves, this good, this is alright. I AM.

I find it interesting, the way we need to color, our experiences. It seems that any thing that happens, needs to be colored. What the hells he talking about? Okay, the dog walked on the grass, blah. To color it, we could say, the dog walked on the grass briskly,or the dog was dragging himself, across the grass. One doesn't have to color every thing black, or white. We didn't get any fish, what jerk hole of a place, or We had a great time boating, and we didn't have to clean fish. One can make up any color they want,some bright colors work too. My view.

Well, It appears, that a little whining works. I have changed my profile pic, a couple of times since then. I'm not going to make a habit of whining. I sooner look on the brighter side of things. Some time's some things get a little much, and I like a lot of people say, hold it, I have a space here. On the general run, my life is good enough. It is better than hanging, by my lip on a nail, Although some time's it feels that way. So here's to the great xanga in the sky, Who flies over the pumpkin patch, bringing all good things to all the good xangaites. Done.

I am having a heck of a time, changing my profile picture. Every time I try to change it, daa, you talken to me. Being ignored is not my bag. This is one of those whine's, I hear about. And it feels good.

 Just a little more water. I hope no body get lake sick. It take's three and a half hours to get there from here, over, high a mountain, with a lot of turns and switch backs. The water is very clear, and you can see the fish, if your close to the side of the lake.