I'm slowly catching up (never will completely) with technology. Since Cathie bought us each an Amazon Fire, I can now, as I just did, unloaded the dishwasher, did tons of plastic things by hand, bleached and scrubbed the whole sink, and listened to NPR the whole time. Before that, I walked around my house outside to check where the signal is picked up, I can sit on the porch of the shop, but not in the shop, I can stand halfway in the driveway and all around the front of the house, I guess I need a booster for the shop? Now that you know all that what else can I bore you with? Overcast and somewhere in the '40s. Sun is supposed to be out later after several days of rainy weather. It would be a great morning in the woods but just gonna hang out, I have a work order on birdhouse parts to make. I need like 45 backs, 45 bottoms, 45 fronts, 45 front attachment to make a tunnel, 45 roofs, and 90 sides. Gee whiz Batman, how we gonna handle that? It only sounds like a lot, cause it is a lot. Did I tell you I live on the very tip of insanity? Right on the edge. Often I venture over that edge, like on the drive to work, in the dark each workday. The other morning I was driving through a tunnel, I thought what tunnel is this I'm driving through, it was near the Petit Jean River, I came back to the real world as I approached Ola. Many times the fear enters my soul when I realize I don't know where I'm at, panic can set in, in a second. I tell myself just keep going straight ahead, I'm going to work I tell myself. Then I see a landmark, brings me back down, don't bring me down. Then I arrive at work, open the door, a whole different world now starts up. I'll be okay my friends, this is how I've spent my whole life, teetering on the brink. I do the best I can. Peace and love to you all. It is a strange life we all share, isn't it?

As I awaken, as if from a dream
I'm eye level with the stench
of this primordial swamp
I'm laying in

Wasn't it just yesterday
I was at the mountain top
praising and rejoicing
now as gas bubbles burst around me
I think if I let myself go under
I would become those bubbles in time
I hear something
a rustling over that way
do I dare move
do I have the strength
yes as I move as if swimming in muck
I slowly pull myself up and out of the slime
Sleep comes and I dream again...
I awake, on my feet, walking
no path, no road, which way
towards the hills, I go
I look down, a path I'm on
at a crossroad, I turn towards the higher ground
I've long since shaken off the muck and slime off me
Now I feel the sun on my face
something stirs inside, do I dare feel well
The air is fresher, my mood elevated
I'm high enough now to look back at the way I've come
the swamp still remains in my vision
up I go, my senses are returning
Suddenly I'm back on the mountain top
My spirit is overflowing, singing and praising
as I look over the wonderful sight
the swamp far below
I think, can't I stay here
must I go back to do it all again...

Atoned, atoned, atoned,
oh, how to be atoned
If I am sorry, if I am sad,
apologies I have made
But atonement, atonement
how is that to be
if I've repented from my sins
If I have repented from my sins
Does that give me atonement
Repentance, atonement
Atonement, repentance
Will I go mad
Will I go insane
you think you've gained one
But not the other
is one good, without the other
will I go mad
will I go insane

This taken from Phil's Poems and such. These Verses were first thought of in the steam room today
The following is a story you may find interesting or not.
77 years ago, on a Sunday Evening, My Mom and Dad were sitting by a fire, putting a jigsaw puzzle together, over the radio came the news, Pearl Harbor has been bombed, My Dad and 6 of his brothers all served in WW ll