Dearest Blog Reader.
That was an epic week. I hope that yours was also, but if
not, I am prepared to let you live vicariously through me.
Monday night the town of Ingalls
I do not care. Just don’t annex me. I don’t need your
foundation protection services (volunteer fire service). I can provide my own
animal control. I have 197 acres. I don’t need your parks and recreational
services. I have consistently held these views. If I would have been able to
vote in Ingalls elections, I would have been a one issue voter. With this democratic influence, the board would
have represented this kind of sane thinking. But no, it is filled with people
who want to protect their own property values by making you do things with your
property rather than make improvements to their own property. So in more than
30 days but less than 60 days, they will vote. Then I can run for town council.
I think that I will ban shingles on all new construction.
Wednesday night, I woke up in the middle of the night.
Distraught, beside myself, I had a recurring dream about peanut butter cookies.
Peanut Butter cookie dreams for me are code for all things which are arbitrary bull
crap and since it is arbitrary it is patently unfair and wrong. It is a bed
rock of my existence. If you are a long time reader, you may remember “Where
does it say that” from February 2012. Suffice it to say the annexation on
Monday and a situation at work on Tuesday comingled and clawed their way up
through my subconscious so that eyes bolted open. Sitting straight up in bed, I
silently said "That's arbitrary bull crap", slid out of bed, padded into the man cave, turned on the
mother hen, and proceeded to self-administer 2 hours of counseling by working
through all that bothered my and reciting the serenity prayer repeated.
Thankfully, it was good counsel, sleep came and my advice, when implemented in
the light of day, made things better. Although, the ancestral lands will be
annexed in a couple of months.
Friday came, Bev and I committed to supporting her sister
and family by going to the viewing for her mother-in-law. The viewing was in
Corydon (yes, Indiana Columbus England
as they flew overhead in their V-formations against the gray backdrop of a low, clouded, Indiana
Then a few miles from Scotsburg, a thump, the yellow low
tire light confirmed that we had a flat. Bev and I did great. We jumped out,
identified the offending tire. We positioned the car for maximum protection
against the truck vortexes as they zoomed past. We popped the trunk and with a
few Indy 500 moves were back on the road within 15 minutes. Thankfully, we
were within 3 miles of an exit that had a Walmart with a service center. So 45
minutes later, (an hour from the pop), after extensive sociologic study of the
denizens of Walmart on a Friday night in rural southern Indiana
Certainly, we were still worried about arriving so late but
we had gone that far and we did have cookies that needed to be delivered. As we
wound our way through downtown Corydon, cataloging the names of nut trees on
street signs, we turned at the corner of Chestnut and knew that we had arrived
and everything was okay. It was a sign from the Almighty. Off to the right, the
Butt Drugs sign shown brightly in the dark wet street. What 13 year old doesn’t
draw comfort and inspiration for any thing butt? Butt Drugs in a 13 year old
mind is magic. There are so many things that can be done with it. Trust me,
some boring weekend, You Said What, Roger? will go about
plumbing these depths so to speak. For now I leave you with the Youtube video of
their commercial.
After spending an hour with people who love one another and
loved their mother and are comfortable in their own skin, we recognized the
sign of being blessed by their welcoming warmth and kindness.
Saturday brought a groggy awakening to the social event of
the late winter. Beverly, she of gifted hospitality, had invited 20 friends
over to make wedding pennants for Grace’s wedding. This thousand word
picture should explain the magic that occurred. 1225 feet of pennant covers
our house now and portends a season of celebration as Grace’s and Chris’
wedding approaches. Bev’s example has inspired me so much. I think I will
invite my guy friends over and we will make an outhouse out in the wedding
meadow by lashing thorn tree trunks together in a privacy enclosure. Even bears
like to poop in the woods in rustic style.
Finally, the path to the Cover Indiana ride continues to
unfold in training rides. I traversed 70 miles last weekend and 80 miles this
weekend. You too can exercise your giving by going to the website that follows and click on the donation button.
Take a few moments to think about what you want your sponsored leg ($60) blog
to be about.
Butt drugs is all mine. You will have to exercise your
imagination a little harder to conger up your own epic topic.
Take care.
Roger
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