Sunday, April 13, 2014

Bundy Ranch - I Was Wrong


A couple of days ago I made some intemperate remarks on other’s blogs. As an example,


Well, I was wrong. Jumped to conclusions, without all the facts.  while letting deep set attitudes cloud my thinking.  For too many years, I’ve watched  people gaming the system for their own benefit while screwing everyone else with water rights, grazing permits, timber sales, hunting and fishing access, school land leases,  etc., in rural areas, while claiming to be patriots.  Turns out Mr. Bundy has been meticulous in paying all of his county taxes for many years. His fight has been with the Federal government.


Something remarkable has happened in that corner of Clark County, Nevada. A United States Senator’s sleaze has been exposed (sorry, that is redundant). Eminent domain abuses highlighted. Citizens, fed up, taking both arms and action to put a stop to it. Amazing!

A flash in the pan, or the start of a movement?

Colorado Springtime



Looking out the window this morning at the snow coming down. Yesterday, the temperature hit 70. Ah, Colorado, 'tis a privilege to live here.

Addendum, 4:30 pm. My sister, the insurance adjuster, was just called out to work four client wrecked trucks out of a 40-50 vehicle accident incident in the Westbound lanes of Interstate 80 between Laramie and Rawlins, WY.

Tuesday, April 8, 2014

Getting Old


Reader Warning. This is not a warm and fuzzy posting

A recently acquired additional part time job has prompted some serious evaluation of my life, and lifestyle. I do back up pharmacy deliveries to care centers on an on call basis. This takes me into the halls of the care centers and among the residents, many who are younger than me.

At one care center, I occasionally see my mother, who hasn’t recognized me for years. She is ninety, has profound dementia, and now needs to be lifted from her bed to her wheelchair. She has little response to anyone. 

Damn, tough Celts. The body lives on while the mind is gone.

The care centers I see are all clean, and the residents seem well cared for. The sense I gather is one of profound boredom. How does one transition from an active life to one of little stimulation? I don’t like television. Reading is a passion, and the internet keeps me stimulated. If these aren’t available, how do I occupy my mind? What purpose does my life have?

I know the day may come. I’m already on five prescription medications, my knees are shot, and recently I found myself struggling to handle an oversized 50 lb. box. In my youth, I could bench press twice my weight.

So, I now pay much closer attention to my health. Take a lot of supplements. Supplements don’t work? I was diagnosed with Macular Degeneration in my right eye in 2005. Started immediately taking supplements containing marigold extracts (lutein and zeaxanthin). The degeneration, which is usually progressive, has stopped. At my last examination I was told, “Whatever you are doing, keep doing”.

The eye that is the problem is the right, and I am right handed. Sometime during the last few years, I’ve become left eye dominant, which has made my very marginal revolver marksmanship more marginal. Using a scoped rifle, the horizontal cross hair on the right drops off in a series of zig zags as I look through the scope.

So far, my mental state has remained about the same. My mother had four siblings. She is number three in the birth order. One older sister survives. All of her siblings were/are mentally sharp to the end. My mother’s progression follows her mother’s almost exactly. The one difference in that family is lightning strikes. Her mother once, my mother twice. Can’t help thinking that might be a cause.

On my father's side, there has been lots of cancer. Some years back, I read about using 35% food grade H2O2 as a health tonic. Statement was made that cancer can't thrive in a well oxygenated body. Maybe so, maybe not. At ten drops a day, a quart costing around $40 delivered,  lasts me several months. I also try to keep my body in an alkaline, not aciditic, condition. 

My father died at age 64 from congestive heart failure brought on by undiagnosed, and untreated, sleep apnea. I’ve used a CPAP since 2003. Have been through most of the cardiac tests with no issues except the funny, funny techs saying things like, “I’m surprised to find a car salesman with a heart.”

This paying attention to my health is a work in progress. Getting enough exercise is a problem. Probably need to do light weight training. Weight loss is definitely needed. The warm, caring physician assistant I see monthly gave me a formula for solving my problems. After listening to all my moaning and bitching, her answer was, “Stop getting old”.

 I wonder if her response was prompted by me being both stubborn and a smart ass? Nah, couldn’t be that.

For now, have the living will in place along with the regular will and my written wishes. I’ve had “the talk” with my sons. And, each morning, as I’ve always done, I get up, start putting one foot in front of the other, and drive on.


Sunday, April 6, 2014

Learning The Hard Way


Guess the driver never read one of these.


Do you think the driver will remember next time?

Friday, April 4, 2014

Stormy 1963



Your indulgence please while I post something of interest to family and friends who knew my parents. My uncle Lyall Bright took thousands of 35 mm photos mounted as slides. Recently a cousin has started converting some to digital format. This is a picture of my late father and a foal he named Stormy.

Stormy's dam was a purebred Arabian and the stud an Appaloosa. As he grew older, he turned chestnut, white, and black. Pretty horse. However, he was never healthy and had to be put down. My father skinned the carcass and had the hide tanned. Used it as a throw piece on a couch while muttering about getting something to show for thousands in vet bills.

Shame, as the horse had a nice personality and moved well. Of course, he was as spoiled as a rich broad's poodle.

Now, about that fence. This was taken after I left the ranch. That fence never looked like that when I lived there.

Friday, March 28, 2014

Settled Science, Spin Doctor Edition


Changes in the sun’s energy output may have led to marked natural climate change in Europe over the last 1000 years, according to researchers at Cardiff University.
So reads the lead of an article appearing in Heritage Daily.


Despite a reasoned report, they can’t resist inserting political correctness and environmental dogma, to wit.

Predictions suggest a prolonged period of low sun activity over the next few decades, but any associated natural temperature changes will be much smaller than those created by human carbon dioxide emissions, say researchers.

And.

The study concludes that although the temperature changes expected from future solar activity are much smaller than the warming from human carbon dioxide emissions, regional climate variability associated with the effects of solar output on the ocean and atmosphere should be taken into account when making future climate projections.


Settled science, my ass.

Saturday, March 22, 2014

Single Issue Voter

Not living (or voting) in California makes me a spectator to the governor’s primary race. Thankfully, given this candidates proclamations.

Neel Kashkari said Wednesday that he owns four guns and supports gun rights but is "not running on an agenda of the Second Amendment," highlighting a contrast with Tim Donnelly, the other main Republican running for governor.
"If you're a single issue voter, and you just want someone to give you a full capacity assault rifle magazine, God bless you, you can go vote for somebody else," Kashkari told a group of college Republicans at California State University,Sacramento. "I'm not your guy”.

He goes on to say.

"I do know philosophically that I deeply believe in protecting my own gun rights, and that means protecting your gun rights," Kashkari said. "But I also believe that, you know, we need to be reasonable about things."

You can read the whole thing here.


I will give him points for being forthright, but he would lose my vote.

Being called a “single issue voter” is a put down. Same as calling someone dumb, bigoted, low information, or dogmatic.

I’m solidly against murder, forcible rapes, and sex crimes against children, but relative indifferent about marijuana and under age tobacco use. Does this make me “single issue”? Or, am I even making a coherent point?

I found much to ponder in these two links.




I want to live as a free man, without the nagging class telling me what to do, what to think, what to believe, and how to behave. I want that for my children and grandchildren. If opposing those who mean to infringe on my life makes me a “single issue voter”, then I proudly say, “You damn right I am”.