We met with Dr. Siller. He looks every bit a very good and concerned oncological surgeon. He did a very thorough search and questionnaire of her health history as well as her fears and phobias. He strongly assured her that her (stage 1 endometrial) cancer is the best kind to have if you have cancer. It is well defined, slow growing, non-aggressive, and very early.

He wants her to have a chest x-ray and blood work and some other (damned sometimers) test. This is to determine if she is fit enough to cope with the surgery and healing process. Friday she is to call and tell them when she wants to have the surgery. They will then schedule the required tests.

The surgery will be an open surgery high on the abdomen. While she is still sedated the areas and tissues will checked for any other cancer signs. If any are found he will remove lymph glands. He certainly does not expect that to be likely.

I am worn out with driving. I got Misty at 7:16am and took her to get her MHMRA prescribed medicines, then on to her job at a mortgage company. I returned home thinking I would have time to be productive. Instead I apparently twiddled my thumbs instead until it was time to take roomie to her doctor’s appointment at 2pm. I had previously told M that I would not be able to take her home. She said she could find a ride.

As I cleared the hospital parking lot roomie suggested driving to Hinze’s in Sealy for fried fish and a pie. U bets’em Red Rider!! Westward Ho. The fried catfish was not as good as the very first time but better than the last time. It was only good enough to make me cry when I remembered all the inferior fried catfish I have eaten. My cell phone was dancing on the table with an incoming call from drama queen. It was from M telling us she was home already. My home. Damnit! We told her we were headed home. On the highway we got another call from her. She and David had gotten into an argument and she was walking to her apartment (16 miles). We found her 3 miles from “shattered manor” and took her home. Just one continuous drama after another. I did find her a bus route to take to go to and return from work.

I cannot stand the stress nor afford the expense of chauffeuring her back and forth. She will have to work a whole week before she gets paid and can afford to buy bus tickets. It appears I will be driving ms M for at least 2 weeks.

Below in the humor/recipe section is a translation of an item recently posted. Can you identify the language and the item by date? The first to identify correctly both items wins a 12 character “Coca Cola Rewards Code” worth 10 points. It can be used to buy or win valuable stuff from Coca Cola.

Tomorrow is our first borne’s birthday. She will be the same age I was when I first began to “act” like an adult. She was a mental adult at age 14. I am very proud of her. She has also gifted us with three bright, shiny, brilliant grandchildren. These flowerers were the altar flowers at both services of the Terrace United Methodist Church Sunday July 25.

Mom and Dad both love her dearly.

joH'a' ghaHta' [just] [about] ta'pu' [creating] [humans] 'ach ghaH ghajta' cha' [parts] poS Dung

ghaH laH ghobe' [decide] chay' Daq [split] chaH joj [Adam] 'ej [Eve] vaj ghaH [might] [just] [as] QaQ tlhob chaH

ghaH ja'ta' chaH wa' vo' [the] Dochmey ghaH ghajta' poS ghaHta' [a] Doch vetlh [would] [allow] [the] ghajwI' Daq [pee] qaStaHvIS [standing] Dung

[”It’s] [a] [very] [handy] Doch [”] joH'a' ja'ta' chaH [“and] jIH ghaHta' [wondering] chugh [either] wa' vo' SoH ghajta' [a] [preference] vaD 'oH [”]

QaQ [Adam] [jumped] Dung 'ej bIng 'ej [begged] [“Oh] [please] nob vetlh Daq jIH [I’d] muSHa' Daq taH laH Daq ta' vetlh 'oH [seems] rur [just] [the] [sort] vo' Doch [a] loD [should] ghaj [Please] [Pleeease] nob 'oH Daq jIH [”] Daq 'ej Daq ghaH mejta' rur [an] [excited] mach loDHom

[Eve] [just] [smiled] 'ej ja'ta' joH'a' vetlh chugh [Adam] [really] [wanted] 'oH vaj [badly] ghaH laH ghaj 'oH vaj joH'a' nobta' [Adam] vetlh [allowed] ghaH Daq [pee] [standing] Dung

[Adam] ghaHta' vaj [excited] ghaH [just] [started] [whizzing] Hoch Dung [the] Daq [–] wa'DIch Daq [the] retlh vo' [a] nagh vaj ghaH [wrote] Daj pong Daq [the] [sand] 'ej [the] ghaH [tried] Daq legh chugh ghaH laH [hit] [a] [stump] wa'maH qamDu' DoH [–] [laughing] tlhej tIv Hoch [the] qaStaHvIS

joH'a' 'ej [Eve] [watched] ghaH tlhej [amusement] 'ej vaj joH'a' ja'ta' Daq [Eve] [“Well] jIH [guess] [you’re] [kind] vo' [stuck] tlhej [the] [last] Doch jIH ghaj poS [”]

[”What’s] 'oH ja' [”] tlhobta' [Eve]

[”Brains”] ja'ta' joH'a'

Age is an issue of mind over matter. If you don't mind, it doesn't matter.
Mark Twain

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As many may know I am somewhat addicted to science and history shows on TV. I watched a near real time coverage of the last total solar eclipse that was only visible (at least on land) from Easter Island. I learned stuff that I should have known, like the shadows of objects become strangely different just before totality and the temperature drops quickly and a slight breeze precedes the umbra. Now I can understand the foreboding eclipses generated in ancient times. One of the narrators demonstrated the shadow effect and I found even the simulation to be creepy. Then after the show I visited the National Geographic website for more information. There I read that the sunspot activity has been very low for the last 3 or 4 years. The last time the count was so low was just before what we now call the Maunder minimum or “Little Ice Age”. I also checked a reference to a NASA site.

For more information check the following links.
Yearly averaged sunspot activity 1610-2000


Propagation, Space Weather, and Sunspot Cycle Resource Center

Well ain’t that interesting! An ice age just as the other data seems to support Global Warming.

So off I go and check more data about global warming and find an article about Robins in the Arctic and Iceland warming and likely to return to the warm climate that caused the Vikings to colonize the island.

Some climate scientist say that it is possible for the earth to have super cold climate in some regions and melting glaciers and global warming in others. All this reminds me of the cartoon I saw in a wonderfully nerdy website.


Some great philosopher once said, I think, “I can believe two contradictory things at the same time even before I have breakfast.”

Sunday afternoon as I was on my way to Winedale, I got a phone call (unrecognized phone number) from our younger daughter. She was screaming and crying and I could just barely understand her. She eventually pulled herself together to tell me that her car had flipped and was totaled. I was almost 100 miles away so I told her to call her mom.

After I arrived at the Shakespeare barn I received a call from a friend of hers called and told me Misty wanted me to call her. She was in the hospital near her apartment and wanted to go home. She did not want to take any chance of not being able to get to her new job. She is just as tired of mooching off me as I am of her mooching.

Again I told her to call her mom. After the play I called her (her cell phone has been deactivated but she can still receive calls) and learned she had walked home from the hospital. That is about 4 miles. I will never understand the conflicts amongst the three women in my family. Misty seemed OK and it was midnight before I got back to Houston. Monday I went over to check on her and was much relieved she only had small scratches but a lot of bruising.

From her description of events it sounds like a tie rod snapped as she went over the hump of a railroad crossing which led to the front tires running free which threw the car into a curving slide and caused the car to roll over. On my way home I drove by the storage yard where the car was towed. If the black Nissan I saw was hers it is a miracle that she survived. The roof is flat. Dad’s browbeating about seatbelt use and airbags saved her life.

I told her I would take her to and from her new job until she got enough money to buy a cheap used car. Her new job is a 90 day temp as a loan processor. She is really good at that. She is working with many of the people she knew from previous jobs. She thinks she might be offered a permanent job there so she is going to make every effort to be there every day. I suspect that before she gets another car, no collision or damage insurance on her old car so she will get no insurance money, I will be very tired of chauffeuring. Tomorrow morning I have to take her to get her medicines and then to work in the Galleria area.

So please pray for Misty to have finally gotten a good and long term job. Also pray that God shows her a good cheap used car.

Tomorrow afternoon I am taking my wife to see Dr. Barry Siller for a consultation and to learn more about treatment options and when can those start. I want the problem fixed NOW! She has had enough problems in her life. Pray that detection was early enough and that she is completely cured. I will keep my reader informed as I learn more.

CIN CHILI PUFFS

Package of Pillsbury Crescent rolls
Ready-To-Eat Cin Chili - 8.8 oz.package, chilled or room temp.
Green onions
Jalapeno slices
Velvetta cheese
Pre heat the oven to 350.

Unwrap the crescent rolls into their triangle shape on a cookie sheet .
Place a spoonful of Cin Chili on the center of the dough. ( About 1 oz.)
Slice up the green onion and place 2-3 slices on top of the Cin Chili.
Place a Jalapeno slice on top of the onion. (this can be fresh Jalapenos or canned)
Place ¼ of a slice of Velvetta cheese on top of the Jalapeno.
Fold the dough over the ingredients like a diaper and pinch the sides shut.
Bake for 14 minutes or until the top is a light golden brown.

All generalizations are false, including this one.
Mark Twain

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My seat

Third row back second from aisle. Liz tried to make me believe I was
late for rehearsal for a skit I bid on. Thankfully my memory is good
enough to remember I did not attend the bidding.




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Not your mom's apple pie. So good!!!



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Finally this afternoon the Oby/Gyn/Oncologist doctor’s office called and arranged an appointment with Dr. Barry Siller Wednesday at 2 pm at his office out near Katy. Everything I have learned about him says he is an excellent doctor. Pray that he is and that Caro can be cured. I should have suspected something else was wrong with my wife because our cat Rascal has been hanging within paw reach of her for the last 2 months. Since he came to our house and got comfortable he has done what we call “cat scan”. He stick his nose right up against our mouths and waits for us to blow our breath on him. He seems almost to be analyzing our exhalation.

He was doing this even when he was just 6 months old. I had forgotten how tiny he was when we were “gifted” with him. Right now he is a nuisance to her and her walker. He sleeps just outside the threshold to her room. When she is not in bed he is right next to her pestering her for food or pets. He sleeps on the arm of her recliner while she is watching TV and has a paw touching her arm. Most unusual!

I went around the house and the vehicles scrounging money until I raked together $10. That will pay the price of a ticket to see another performance of “Twelfth Night” at Winedale. I bought a ticket for Sunday night 7:30. The troupe is presenting skits by student actors from previous years so I want to be there early enough to catch them. The skits for this performance are The Merchant of Venice; Henry IV, Part I (claimed); Henry IV, Part II. I hope Henry IV has been claimed so I can video it .

Before each performance I read the play. Tonight I found a Website with audio recording of 12 of his plays. Now I will be better able to follow the plot of 12th night Sunday evening. My car guzzles gasoline one I pass 60 so I am going to set cruise and leave here at 4 pm. Winedale is 100 miles away so I should arrive before 6 pm without any stops. With my bladder and lassik I know that ain’t gonna happen.

A male cousin-in-law sent an email with an amazing video. Watch the video Here but keep your eyes open. Flinched didn’t you. It took me a couple tries before I could see the inventor actually stick his finger into the saw blade. What a great thing for safety. I do have a concern about trying to saw damp wood with the saw. Every time the device is activated the saw blade is ruined and the stop mechanism is destroyed. I have a hunch the electric motor is severely stressed also. I saw no hint of an electric cutoff. Still I think it is a good idea for idiots like me who occasionally forget to use the push stick or use the table saw like a sawmill.

The quote about getting mad is from the blog entry of July 15, 2010.

Why Men Can Pee Standing Up!

God was just about done creating humans but he had two parts left over.

He could not decide how to split them between Adam and Eve so He might just as well ask them.

He told them one of the things He had left was a thing that would allow the owner to pee while standing up.

”It’s a very handy thing,” God told them, “and I was wondering if either one of you had a preference for it.”

Well, Adam jumped up and down and begged, “Oh, please give that to me? I’d love to be able to do that! It seems like just the sort of thing a man should have. Please, Pleeease! Give it to me!” On and on he went like an excited little boy.

Eve just smiled and told God that if Adam really wanted it so badly he could have it. So God gave Adam that allowed him to pee standing up.

Adam was so excited he just started whizzing all over the place – first on the side of a rock, then he wrote his name in the sand, and the he tried to see if he could hit a stump ten feet away – laughing with delight all the while.

God and Eve watched him with amusement and then God said to Eve, “Well, I guess you’re kind of stuck with the last thing I have left.”

”What’s it call?” asked Eve.

”Brains” said God.

As a man let me tell you peeing standing up has got me into less problem than my brain.

Against the assault of laughter nothing can stand.
Mark Twain

* Understanding is a fountain of life to those who have it, but folly brings punishment to fools.

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The Federal Government’s attack on Arizona’s recent immigration targeted law worries me more than the illegal immigration. The law was passed legally through their legislature and signed into law by the duly elected Governor. I am firmly convinced that the reason the Federal Legislative and Executive branches have done nothing to stop the illegal immigration is that the political whores in Washington D. C. are willing to sell us for the potential 11 million votes bought and paid for by us taxpayers. Washington is going to spend Arizona into the gutter by filing lawsuit after lawsuit until Arizona has to default.

Our enemies no longer exist overseas, rather they live in ivory towers in capital city. God help us.

Once upon a time I made fun of the aluminum hated people who saw conspiracies everywhere. Now I am not quite so sanguine. I would not be surprised to find ultra-liberal Democrats behind an infiltration of the “Tea Party” by party operatives with instructions to post inflammatory blogs and make other stupid moves. Only an idiot or a plant would bring any racial voice to the “tea party”.

We have not more information about my wife’s cancer. She has tried repeatedly to make an appointment with the referred doctor but he and his staff have yet to review her pathology report. The staff keeps blaming computer problems. They tell her they will call when they get the data. I told her to not let them drop her. I hope their real problem is not that we are on Medicare and supplemental insurance. If at the end of this week there has been no progress I will throw myself into the doctor’s office. She has an appointment with a new endocrinologist tomorrow at 11:30 am. Continue praying for Carolyn.

My brother and I saw “MacBeth” at the Winedale Shakespeare Barn Sunday night. Before we went to the play we had dinner at Royer’s Café in Round Top. My brother had a The Grilled Shrimp BLT and I had the STUFFED Jalapenos. I could only eat one of the peppers, too spicy hot. He seemed to enjoy the performance. Just after the start of the second half an alarm cry went out across the audience. A coral snake had crawled into the barn. The director of the theatre and a couple of the actors cornered the snake on the floor directly under where we had been setting. Dr. Loehlin dispatched the snake with quick blows from a prop halberd and sword. I recorded some of the scenes from MacBeth and also Henry VI Part I and uploaded to Youtube. My videos are HERE. The audiences have been very small so far. I cannot understand because this season the temperature during the three plays has been very comfortable. Maybe it is just too early in the season. Unfortunately I cannot afford to go again this year.

I have been using this new computer with Windows 7 for over a month and am not as happy with 7 as I was with XP. So far I have had to reinstall, Outlook, Word, and Excel once because windows “could not start the window”. The system is much faster than my old one but I do not like the structure and icons.

The last few days as I read the newspaper by the pool thunder has rumbled in the distance. Friday I noticed an orange blur just after the first long roll of thunder. Saturday the same thing happened and I searched for the blur. I finally found it. Orange Kitty was hunkered down under the Eggplant in front of the Hibiscus. I guess he figured if he could not see the sky then the “Evil Loud Sky God” could not see him. That is almost the same action that human children take. I wonder if that is the start of cat mythology? I will try to get a picture tomorrow.





Two priests decided to go to Hawaii on vacation. They were determined to make this a real vacation by not wearing anything that would identify them as clergy. As soon as the plane landed they headed for a store and bought some really outrageous shorts, shirts, sandals, sunglasses, etc.

The next morning they went to the beach dressed in their 'tourist' garb. They were sitting on beach chairs, enjoying a drink, the sunshine and the scenery when a 'drop dead gorgeous' blonde in a topless bikini came walking straight towards them..

They couldn't help but stare.

As the blonde passed them she smiled and said 'Good Morning, Father ~ Good Morning, Father,' nodding and addressing each of them individually, then she passed on by. They were both stunned. How in the world did she know they were priests? So the next day, they went back to the store and bought even more outrageous outfits.

These were so loud you could hear them before you even saw them! Once again, in their new attire, they settled down in their chairs to enjoy the sunshine.

After a little while, the same gorgeous blonde, wearing a different colored topless bikini, taking her sweet time, came walking toward them. Again she nodded at each of them, said 'Good morning, Father ~ Good morning, Father,' and started to walk away.

One of the priests couldn't stand it any longer and said, 'Just a minute, young lady.'

'Yes, Father?'

'We are priests and proud of it, but I have to know, how in the world do you know we are priests, dressed as we are?'

She replied, 'Father, it's me, Sister Kathleen.

A round man cannot be expected to fit in a square hole right away. He must have time to modify his shape.
Mark Twain

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Henry the Sixth Part 1

Empty stage start of play. I have permission to video parts of the
play for YouTube. I may have to move away from stage to catch action.




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We are waiting, waiting, waiting for further news from Caro’s oby-gyn about the pathology report. I want to do something NOW to take the evil away. She is the only reason for existence. This evening my phone rang and it was not a family number. The call was from her doctor’s office. I took my phone and ran to her. I was so nervous I could not even stand still. Turns out the call was a nurse reminding Caro of her appointment tomorrow. Caro told her the doctor canceled that appointment until he gets the full pathology report. So here we are steeped in ignorance and fear. I have googled until my eyes bleed and really know less than I did before surfing. Too much info without clear time stamps. Some of the info is decades old but there is no way to weed through it.


Thomas Jefferson said in 1802: 'I believe that banking institutions are more dangerous to our liberties than standing armies. If the American people ever allow private banks to control the issue of their currency, first by inflation, then by deflation, the banks and corporations that will grow up around the banks will deprive the people of all property - until their children wake-up homeless on the continent their fathers conquered.'
I think they have almost succeeded.

I went to the funeral for the father of a friend from Church. Her Dad had had Alzheimer’s for a long time. As I drove along I thought about how sad a death in the family is. But then my attention was dragged outside to the people standing on the median holding signs advertising businesses. Some were lucky and had a fairly large concrete island to stand on. But most were standing on the painted line between oncoming traffic. I counted 16 men and women and what looked like 3 kids holding signs for “foot massage”, pizza, “we buy gold”, “we need used tools”, “easy money”, “fast labs”, and “cheap tires”. The funeral was 3 miles from Shattered Manor. If they had been selling apples I would have thought of the “Great Depression”. This is a depression despite what the bloated air-heads in Washington D.C. claim. What we need badly is for a one ton meteorite to crash through the Capital dome while the thieves are rooting at the public trough. When the smartest man’s advice from 208 years ago is still ignored I fear for my country. NPR reported that congress is on the verge of passing comprehensive financial reform. BFD! They passed credit card reform that has only increased the thickness of my invoices and lowered many people’s credit scores. The only financial groups that benefit from lower credit scores are the payday loan sharks and their brethren. I would not be surprised to find them owned by Citibank and Bank America.

On a happy note I saw the neon red dragonfly while I had my camera handy. I’ll swear the bug is posing! He swivels his head to check where I am standing.

I wonder whether the dragonfly is male or female. I wonder where the eggs are laid. Maybe I need to Google.

Excuse me, I feel the need for one more rant. But I found a much better ranter. Can you identify the source?

“I don't have to tell you things are bad. Everybody knows things are bad. It's a depression. Everybody's out of work or scared of losing their job. The dollar buys a nickel's work, banks are going bust, shopkeepers keep a gun under the counter. Punks are running wild in the street and there's nobody anywhere who seems to know what to do, and there's no end to it. We know the air is unfit to breathe and our food is unfit to eat, and we sit watching our TV's while some local newscaster tells us that today we had fifteen homicides and sixty-three violent crimes, as if that's the way it's supposed to be. We know things are bad - worse than bad. They're crazy. It's like everything everywhere is going crazy, so we don't go out anymore. We sit in the house, and slowly the world we are living in is getting smaller, and all we say is, 'Please, at least leave us alone in our living rooms. Let me have my toaster and my TV and my steel-belted radials and I won't say anything. Just leave us alone.' Well, I'm not gonna leave you alone. I want you to get mad! I don't want you to protest. I don't want you to riot - I don't want you to write to your congressman because I wouldn't know what to tell you to write. I don't know what to do about the depression and the inflation and the Russians and the crime in the street. All I know is that first you've got to get mad.“
We American have lost a lot in the last 200 plus years. Then when we were faced with an out of touch tyrannical government we took to our guns and changed the government. Now when a few get mad and start to act up the major media outlets dig and dig until they find something that, taken out of context, makes the group look foolish. The “tea-party” is chock-a-block with serious thoughtful people yet most of the people I see interviewed are figuratively wearing aluminums caps to block evil rays. Can you name the source yet?





A short guy is sitting at a bar just staring at his drink for half an hour when this big, trouble-making biker steps next to him, grabs his drink, gulps it down in one swig and then turns to the guy with a menacing stare as if to say, 'What'cha gonna do about it?"

The poor little guy starts crying.

"Come on man, I was just giving you a hard time," the biker says. "I didn't think you'd CRY. I can't stand to see a man crying."

"This is the worst day of my life," says the little guy between sobs. "I can't do anything right. I overslept and was late to an important meeting, so my boss fired me. When I went to the parking lot, I found my car was stolen and I don't have any insurance. I left my wallet in the cab I took home."

He continues, crying even harder. "Then I found my wife in bed with the gardener and my dog bit me. So, I came to this bar trying to work up the courage to put an end to my life, ............and then you show up and drink the damn poison."

 

Action speaks louder than words but not nearly as often.
Mark Twain

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Malvolio

Isto Barton is excellent as the pompous Malvolio. This cast has really
made this comedy fun.




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Twelfth Night

If I was any closer I would be an actor. Front row aisle stage left.
Ninety-two degrees and slight breeze. Eat your heart out Shakespeare.




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