LATELY, I'VE BEEN TAKING MONEY FROM ONE MAN AND GIVING TO ANOTHER

I mentioned before that I've rented my guest room to a young man in the 3rd phase of the CR police Academy.

It's working out so well with Nathan that I've been able to have my gardener back again for winter clean-up. So when Nathan pays me his rent, I call the gardener and schedule a gardening appointment.

Well, it seems that the garden needs a lot of work and almost all of the rent from Nathan is going to the gardener.

Nathan and the gardener had not met in October and now in the middle of November they did. 

-DRAMA BETWEEN THE TWO MEN- 

It seems that on his time off, Nathan enjoys the comfort of wearing a kilt, which he had on, on gardening day.

I introduced them outside of my front door.

Of course we talked about the kilt.

I said, innocently, I thought!

Doesn't Nathan look cute in his kilt?

That invitation to comment was all the gardener

needed start an outrageous flirt with Nathan.

Did I mention that my gardener was gay?

I hustled Nathan inside and shut the door.

The gardener said 'I can't believe that you did that!'

I replied, ' You were outrageous and he's my

renter and he's engaged.'

He said, 'Did I come on too strong?'

'Yes you did.' We laughed.

Later, I asked Nathan if he was offended.

'No', he said, 'I was flattered'.

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On Fridays and Sundays

secrets are posted here

which have been sent in

on post cards. 





Some are angry

some are confessional, 

and others

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Do you have a secret?

And what would it be?

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MY COMPUTER ATE MY CAMERA CHIP AND WASTED MY TIME, BUT LIVING WELL IS THE BEST REVENGE EVEN AGAINST TECHNOLOGY

My computer ate my camera photo chip. Yes it gobbled it right up. I inserted my xd chip into the slot and the computer swallowed it. I am taking the naughty, greedy thing into Shaw's Computers for an extraction. Pics for Dexter's blog are on there. I am having a difficult time convincing him that he didn't do anything wrong in our delay to post on his blog. Steve came by today and did a lot of work in the garden. He pruned and cleaned up for winter bedtime. Spring tells me that if I don't take pictures of his work so that she can report, she's quitting her job. Thankfully Rexy's happy because his Halloween cards are a real hit! In the human world I'm getting a lot done because Nathan's here. And because Nathan pays rent Steve's here, so the house and garden are looking better.
THE END

I am having a heck of a time trying to update my primary blog template, I updated, then couldn't adjust the particulars. Then I gave up and tried to revert to before and lost all my pretty add-ons. I'm tired. I'm going to bed. There is just so much a person can handle at one time.
 

 

I am so happy with what I accomplished today. I finally got the computer over to Shaw's for the swallowed camera chip. I gave the cute older helper $5 tip. Then found out that he was married-I want my $5 back. I think that I'm just kidding-yes, I really am. The idea of a real relationship just exhausts me. But I digress. Dexter got his nails clipped at Stephanie's and I took pictures for Dexter's ...blog. He was pleased and hoped that it wasn't too much trouble. I worked out, visited with emotionally and physically exhausted Lois. We'll get together later for garden club tomorrow. Then I found some make-up I like at Walgreen's. I bought it from a very helpful, sweet sales lady. Oh, yes, got gas, not me, for the car. Then picked up the mail, which included my calling cards. Gave 1 to Dawn since she is in the 'Loleta' post on tiffiny and friends. Came home, ate, took a nap and now will probably be up half the night.
My kind of fun day playing in Fortuna with everyone I met!

 

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INDIVIDUAL FREEDOM AND THE NEEDS OF OTHERS: WHICH PREVAILS

  

I just watched the movie The Fountain Head, again. It been years since I first saw the movie based

 on the book by Ayn Rand . I also read the book with the same title. At that time I was completely enthralled by and in love with the concept of ethical and artistic integrity. Being young it was easy,  at the exclusion of life based on reality, to champion moral concepts.

At age 21 I married and lived a comfortable suburban life. At age 32 I was divorced and abandoned without the necessities for life, such as housing, food, etc. Yes that was possible and common in 1975 and yes that situation would not only bring a change in belief but, for me a revolutionary new addition to my belief system. Social programs were a necessity for those who fell out of the main stream even when following what was desirable and expected. A female of my era was expected to marry. To do otherwise was suspect. Also I could envision men without jobs because of lay offs not of their own doing, and the poverty of males who went to war for their countries instead of college.  All of these real scenarios accumulated in me to understand that the dance between individual creativity whether artistic or industrial and the social needs of others must be flexible and in flux.

 

That ability would not be possible under any other political system but our own.

After WWI Americans were tired of war and wanted no more. After WWII the economy shot upwards and took off. Prosperity was blooming everywhere. The threat of Communism' began to seed and perhaps to some seemed altruistic and appealing.

 

Ayn Rand who was born in Russia and originated the philosophy of 'Objectivism' could very well have known what would happen under a system which would ignore the gifts of the artist who creates for self fulfillment only and not for the initial benefit of others. Although we all do benefit eventually.
For me, the flaw in her system is that it is ridge with no room for any change much like it's opposite, totalitarian socialism.

 

She also wrote another wonderful book called. Atlas Shrugged with the same theme of what happens when artistic integrity and individuality are stifled and an attempt is made to subvert these attributes.

Keep flexible America and take the temperature of the democracy often so that the line can be adjusted often.

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LOLETA:THE TOWN, NOT THE NYMPHETTE

 

Yeah, this is Loleta.

Population about 750

Oh, there are a few more store fronts,

but basically this is it.

 

I was born in a small town and grew up in a

slightly larger town, but not even close to this

small. Oh sure, it's different here than in

Indiana where there were more than a few

miles between towns and here we are almost

a suburb of either Fortuna or Eureka. Two

other bigger towns. I dwell on this

because I came from Los Angeles which

is HUGE. And now I am back where I feel

cozy and safe, like when growing up.

 

 This Dawn from the Post Office. She can
sell you stamps, mail your packages and

also keep you 'posted' on everything

that happens in town. 

 The Loleta Bakery is busy daily except Sunday

and Monday with the best and most delightful

lunches and pastries. Folks come from all over

the county to charm their taste buds.

 And this is the lady that makes it all happen.

Jeanne (I'm in the pink) won't settle

for anything but the best.

The bakery is expanding to next door

 where the meat market was.

 Pixie has moved the Loleta Meat Market

down the street next to the Gilded Rose.

 The move is so recent that Pixie

hasn't received her new sign yet,

but the front is quite attractive with

loads of parking.

 The side window of the Meat market is

all ready for Halloween. I wonder if

they will treat!

 The Loleta Cheese Factory

is fairly well known everywhere

for the flavorful cheeses that they

make on site.

And will mail gift baskets anywhere.

I once told my friend Andrea that she

could do this for her relatives back in

Wisconsin. I didn't get my faux pas,

until she glared at me! 

 

A viewing window where one can

watch the magic happen.

 The opportunity to taste a variety

of cheese before purchase can be

a lot of fun!

Here with sampling available are

the Specialty Cheeses

a real treat for the palate.

I've had them and they literally

melt in the mouth. 

 A large room to the far left of the store

displaces and an extensive Gift Shop

with foods and pottery ware to delight.

I know that I am sounding like a

commercial, but my home town

is so very special and lucky to have

such specialty business to rival anywhere.

 Out the side door from the gift shop

is a delightful well kept garden

with tables and chairs where one

may eat their cheese snacks or bring

their lunch.

The above picture is of the succulent  garden.

 The rose garden which is almost done

for the season has a few blooms left.

In the background

the old unused weathered red brick

powdered milk factory still stands.

It takes up the whole block across

from the Cheese Factory.

I could go on more about of the richness

of my home town since these are just

the main highlights, but I will cover

in time, some other places and areas as I

describe more about my experiences.

Oh yes, there are the ducks, the chickens,

the cows, the ocean, the sunsets and

Cannibal Road (but I don't go down there). 





FOR MEN ONLY!!! yeah sure.!

THE SLAP

It's time for something funny to post.
Now if that one didn't amuse you
maybe this one will.
MEN CAN MULTI-TASK!!!




If you're not on the floor laughing by
now. You need to lighten up!

A FUNNY THING HAPPENED ON THE WAY TO MY BLOG: I STUMBLED OVER A FEW OLD JOKES

5 MINUTE MANAGEMENT

COURSE:

Lesson 1 : 

A priest offered a Nun a lift...
She got in and crossed her legs, forcing her gown to reveal a leg.
The priest nearly had an accident.
After controlling the car, he stealthily slid his hand up her leg.....
The nun said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'
The priest removed his hand. But, changing gears, he let his hand slide up her leg again. The nun once again said, 'Father, remember Psalm 129?'
The priest apologized 'Sorry sister but the flesh is weak.'
Arriving at the convent, the nun sighed heavily and went on her way.
On his arrival at the church, the priest rushed to look up Psalm 129. It said, 'Go forth and seek, further up, you will find glory.' 

 

Moral of the story:  

If you are not well informed in your job

 you might miss a great opportunity.

Lesson 2 : 

A sales rep, an administration clerk, and the manager are walking to lunch when they find an antique oil lamp. 
They rub it and a Genie comes out. The Genie says, 'I'll give each of you just one wish.'
'Me first! Me first!' says the admin clerk.. 'I want to be in the Bahamas , driving a speedboat, without a care in the world..' Poof! She's gone.
'Me next! Me next!' says the sales rep. 'I want to be in Hawaii , relaxing on the beach with my personal masseuse, an endless supply of Pina Coladas, and the love of my life.' Poof! He's gone.  

Finally,  'OK, you're up,' the Genie says to the manager. 'What's your wish'. The manager says, 'I want those two back in the office after lunch'.

 

Moral of the story: 

 

Always let your boss have the first say.

Lesson 3: 

An eagle was sitting on a tree resting, doing nothing.
A small rabbit saw the eagle and asked him, 'Can I also sit like you and do nothing?' The eagle answered: 'Sure, why not.'
So, the rabbit sat on the ground below the eagle and rested.

(pretend I'm a fox)

 

 

All of a sudden, a fox appeared, jumped on the rabbit and ate it. 

Moral of the story:

To be sitting and doing nothing, you must be sitting very, very high up.

Lesson 4: 

A turkey was chatting with a bull. 'I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree' sighed the turkey, 'but I haven't got the energy.'
'Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?' replied the bull. It's full of nutrients.'
The turkey pecked at a lump of dung, and found it actually gave him enough strength to reach the lowest branch of the tree.
The next day, after eating some more dung, he reached the second branch..
Finally after a fourth night, the turkey was proudly perched at the top of the tree.
He was promptly spotted by a farmer, who shot him out of the tree. 

Moral of the story:

 
Bull Shit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there...

Lesson 5:

A little bird was flying south for the winter. 

 

It was so cold the bird froze and fell to the ground into a large field.
While he was lying there, a cow came by and dropped some dung on him.
As the frozen bird lay there in the pile of cow dung, he began to realize how warm he was.
The dung was actually thawing him out!
He lay there all warm and happy, and soon began to sing for joy. A passing cat heard the bird singing and came to investigate. ..
Following the sound, the cat discovered the bird under the pile of cow dung, and promptly dug him out and ate him. 

 

 

Moral of the story:

 

(1) Not everyone who shits on you is your enemy.
(2) Not everyone who gets you out of shit is your friend.
(3) And when you're in deep shit, it's best to keep your mouth shut!

THUS ENDS THE 5-MINUTE  MANAGEMENT COURSE.