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 September is progressing nicely. It is approaching winter in this sick and misshapen land, with its twisted values and ugly malice posing as virtue, but I wonder whether it was ever anything else, at any time in its history? Was it just that the sickness and diseases of mind, of heart, of spirit, were there all the time, just not quite so obvious, and maybe so well integrated into the ordinary lives of people, that it did not stand out, and was then accepted as the norm? And I suppose when evil is once again the norm, part of one's quotidian day, nothing will appear out of place. I'm in no position to change the course of history. The species has a trajectory in a kind of phase space of many, many, variables. and the outcome is more than likely predetermined. No fool's errand for me. I'm old, I sometimes wear the bottoms of my trousers rolled, and no mermaids will ever call to me. Let the sirens sing for others, then. I have not much to do today, having done so much, but when it is truly cool enough for heavy work outdoors, I have many projects that must be completed. I have decided to stop clearing the land. Let what is dead accumulate, I say now. In my old age I seem to be turning Goth, of all things. 

If a gathering darkness of the mind must snuff out the light of reason, then so be it. In the very long run, it simply won't matter. Nothing will matter, nothing endures, and the heat death of the universe is simply inevitable. I can live with that! Sic Transit Gloria Mundi!

Oh Yeah

 I'm so old I remember Eisenhower running for president, the Berlin Airlift, the start of the Korean war, Queen Elizabeth's coronation, Disneyland under construction, among other things. I recall iron lungs, seeing children with braces on their legs, adults using metal crutches after a bout with Polio. And I strongly suspect that Polio will return, given the antivaccination sentiment so that will be a blast from the past. Of course I remember very well the Cuban crisis when nuclear war seemed immanent. And on and on. We have a weak norther today but heat will return for the weekend in advance of another system that will drop temps a bit more. Rain chances are not good but the playa lakes are in great shape. Maybe I will discover that I have not much to say. It seemed to me yesterday that I had things to say, but much of what I am likely to say will be quite nihilistic and pessimistic, and sarcastic. And yet life goes on, until it doesn't. Death seems to me to be a very, very, good thing, and birth not so much a good thing, and perhaps even a very sad and unfortunate thing. I seem to be out of step with the vast majority of my fellow human beings, and that has been the case as far back as I can remember. I'm used to that by now. I'm sure that I will have more to say in the future. 

Reinvention of the SELF!

 I choose to reinvent my SELF as THE HOMILYIZER! Yes, the aging harmless goofball with scattershot opinions that harm no one. Nothing is to be taken seriously. I make that plain in the little blurb thing at the top of this blog. but I say it again. I'm so old I remember when people put spotlights on their cars. My dad did that, and when we would go to the drive-in picture show and waited for the movie, folks would play spotlight tag on the movie screen. I recall a drive-in that had a playground below the screen. I recall a time when drive-ins had a nice snack bar, for popcorn and sodas, and some kinds of fast food, like nachos, hot dogs, and even hamburgers, and it was not bad stuff at all. It makes me sad that such things are gone, it makes me sad that now, you go to a movieplex and instead of letting folks enjoy sitting in the dark and quiet, you are bombarded with advertising. That's why I have not been to a movie theater in many years. The experience sucks. In the old days, maybe a few brief ads just before the movie began. Then a cartoon feature. And then THE BLOB! I remember when every child starting out in the Catholic school I attended from the first to the eighth grade, was required to have a cigar box to store the little supplies required. I remember how cluttered my school desk became and the frantic efforts I made to dig out the required textbook or notebook. In fact, I still have nightmares about that. Those nuns were mean, at least some of them. They were not above humiliation and corporal punishment that verged on torture, like being forced to kneel on a hardwood floor with arms extended, and if the arms dropped, WHACK! Out came the hard wooden ruler the nuns always carried and wielded as a weapon. They made children cry. They pulled ears. SOP in those days. It was called discipline. Not much of that anymore. 

I'm going to WRITE more! I'm going to ramble more, and even when I rant, I will do so with gentleness and there will be no bad talk or loud talk, and you should all enjoy your beer and BBQ. 

A Very Stable Pattern

 Our weather pattern has been very stable and it does not look like it will change as we approach October. The humidity is too high for my taste, but that's relatively minor. Today I've accomplished all the major tasks, EARLY. The day is mine. 

As usual, I am where I want to be, and do what I want to do. 

Rain Saturday Saturday Night

 I got about an inch. The plays lakes are again well-charged and ready for migratory birds that ought to start appearing later this month. I love to see those big flocks, those vee formations of ducks and geese flying around. You can hear their wings stirring the air! I'm starting to get the idea that this winter will be rather wet. That'll be a drag. Corn and cotton growing a mile or two east of me all look very good. In addition to rain, our humidity has been rather high. You cannot say of the air, now, that it is dry. Mornings are nice and cool! October, my favorite month, approaches! I am reminded of Shock Theater. 

There is always something special about cemeteries-- I was introduced to them in childhood by a rather morbid grandparent. In October the appeal increases.