Yahoo 360 Closing

I predicted this would happen, and it is happening. long ago abandoned its bloggers to some of the worst servers and software. The fact that is closing down is a good thing.

Now that I’ve downloaded my content in one 20 mb zipfile archive, I’ll have to figure out whether it can be imported here on WordPress.

I don’t have time for this today.

Long Weekend

I spent most of the weekend with the Cautious One and Seventy-Six. He’s doing really well after his surgery – learning to belch and blow spit-bubbles, making more and more sounds that approximate adult speech. He’s the hungriest little kid I’ve ever met – hope he isn’t seven feet tall by the time he quits growing.

Let’s see; I got the yard work done and one of the cars washed. I researched and started one writing project, but have yet to begin the one I’ve got to get done by next week. My shoulder was better, but my back still needs work. Went for long walks Saturday and Monday.  Friday, I tried out a religious discipline without feeling any obligation to do so, sort of exercising my freedom in Christ to do something as opposed that same freedom to eschew religious “obligation.”  Turned out to have been instructive and profitable, and I may see about practicing same again some time.

Still got to get those rain gutters cleaned and window frames caulked.

On Memorial Day, as I do a lot of days, I wondered whether the men and women who gave their lives in the armed forces of the United States of America in many wars and actions did so with the intent to establish a socialist dictatorship of sorts on American soil.  My best guess is that they did not.  I hope those now serving in the United States military are loyal to the Constitution of the United States they have sworn to defend.


Yesterday I was thinking that someday boutique scientists or “doctors” will be able to clone living infants who never age, who never grow out of the whatever adorable developmental stage the buyer specifies.  These little ones will have hair, eyes, and skin chosen from catalogues.  But the buyers will grow weary of changing diapers, providing comfort at midnight, mixing formula.  Predictably, they will abandon, abuse, and neglect these babies.

Talking heads will debate the matter of the children’s humanity as the same facilities who grew them begin to provide disposal services.  Many of the children will meet darker ends that echo the more horrible race memories enshrined in those fairy tales that come down to us from the now forgotten Indo-European homeland when two or three varieties of human clashed secondary to nameless disaster that motivated the earliest people-group’s migrations.  Religious or moral hobbyists will likewise debate the matter of these infants’ souls, and other debased society fools will pretend to follow the arguments of the talkers, but won’t really care one way or the other how the thing falls out.  Maybe a few of the infants will grow past their DNA programmed dead ends, may or may not grow past all of them neatly and at once, or may ‘asymmetrically’ and catastrophically grow.  Then the debate will center upon whether to treat them or even to provide palliative care.

People with souls will quietly or stridently take upon themselves the care and feeding of these little ones who will never be able to care for themselves.  And God will judge, will act or refrain from acting.  Whatever course God takes will not be understood, or will be misinterpreted or misidentified by debased humanity.

These were some of the thoughts that troubled me Saturday.


Last Sunday I reinjured my lower back when, while seated, I lifted my son onto my knee so he could better converse with my wife and me.  I probably had been trying to “protect” the shoulder that’s been giving me trouble, and didn’t lift the way my body expected me to lift the 24# bambino.  Angry, screaming nerves instantly informed me there was a problem.

I tried to be careful throughout the remainder of the day, Sunday.  Monday morning I could not easily walk and had some trouble with the routine activities of daily living.  Called in sick, and later managed to get in to see my chiropractor.  The doctor’s really good, and I got some relief.  I’ve been continuing my physical therapy regimen for the shoulder, and my shoulder pain is only about a four now, on a scale of one to ten.

Two days ago, in the evening, or the morning, I don’t recall, I put my son in his high chair, and in making the careful arc downward to set him gently in the seat, felt something in my back almost audibly give way.  Today, I will see if I can get in to see the chiropractor again.  I can still touch my toes, but it is only with effort and a little time that I can manage it.

Yesterday our son had surgery at a nationally known children’s hospital, and it went well.  We were up at 3:50 and checked in the pre-op waiting room before 7:00.  The hospital doctors and staff were efficient and friendly, and all went well without any happenstance or apparent complication.  We will have a telephone consult with the surgeon in about 10 days as a follow up.  She said he will experience the healing process as probably nothing more painful or serious than a “deep cut,” and that it would be okay to give him some baby-Tylenol for a couple of days.  Seventy-Six rested well yesterday and slept through the night without incident last night.


One of maybe a dozen mock-orange blossoms still on the bush.  Snapped this morning while I was doing yard work.

One of maybe a dozen mock-orange blossoms still on the bush. Snapped this morning while I was doing yard work.

Although it’s not really where they come from (I’m cognizant of and almost mentioned here a facetious argument to the contrary) small children spend a lot of time on the floor. It’s their habitat. I was thinking about that the other day while we were cleaning our house

Today, we’re cleaning the again because our realtor has scheduled an Open House from 1:00 to 3:00. We’ll be skipping church this morning to get the ox out of the ditch. Every ox has it’s own ditch, it seems.

If you’re contemplating a move to Tennessee, we’ll make you a deal on a modest but charming 1957 brick ranch-style house with mature cherry, pear, and apple trees, as well as some grape vines. If you can guess the facetious argument to which I referred supra, I’ll knock a thousand dollars off the asking price if you’re a serious buyer making a serious offer.openHouse

I Just Work Here

Yesterday morning discussing the arrangements for the day’s scripted activities, the man sitting across the conference table acquiesced courteously saying, “This (that is, the milieu) is your world.”  Surprised, I looked up at him from what I’d been reading to him and said, “It’s not my world, I just work here.”

Tennessee Democrat Party Summit

Occult conventioneers cars and van at Jim Oliver Smokehouse

Occult conventioneers' cars and van at Jim Oliver Smokehouse

Two pols who ought to be behind bars

Two pols (Ford & Obama - see window stickers) who ought to be behind bars

Here's a Democrat who obviously cares about the environment

Here's a Democrat who obviously cares about the environment

Someone who should know better.  "Just back up until you hear glass, honey"

Someone who should know better. "Just back up until you hear glass, honey" Nothing like auto-loan debt to induce poverty.

No, I didn’t attend or otherwise infiltrate the event held last weekend at Jim Oliver Smokehouse, Monteagle, Tennessee, although my wife and I spent the weekend with three other couples who’d also rented cabins at the Best Western property. Some kind of providential coincidence, although I don’t pretend to understand the divine intent implicit therein. Most of the Tennessee communist party members present behaved with surprising decorum and without the Clinton-era excesses one tends to expect of them, as a group.

People, that bit about ‘Tennessee communist party members’ is partisan hyperbole.  In case you didn’t recognize it as such, I’m telling you.

The rain falling on our cabin’s tin roof sounded like the wash-cycle on our Bosch front-loading washing machine. Caution-Lady said she awoke Friday night wondering, “Who’s doing laundry at this hour?” Ours was one of the newer cabins – spacious, well lit, nicely appointed, but with an enormous amount of wasted space under the roof – room there for a large loft. The Smokehouse restaurant itself was reasonably priced with decent service.

Caution-Lady, Seventy-Six and I visited with some brothers and sisters who initially came into contact with one another through the informal auspices of a radio ministry rooted in the Calvinist teachings of grace. John and I met Mrs. Millsaps, whose husband presides as bishop over a breakaway conservative Episcopal Missionary Church, in the parking lot of Mountain Outfitters, where she had gone to deliver yellow handbills advertising a jewelry and craft fair to take place nearby the weekend of 9 May. We discussed conservative politics and the recent presidential election, in addition to ministerial integrity and the necessary choices its possessors are sometimes called upon to make to their own social and financial detriment.

Puny pond not even big enough for turning a seakayak

Small pond not even big enough for turning a seakayak

We brought the fat-free Hebrew National franks on the grill - they weren't very good.  The high-dollar spiced sausages grilled then boiled in beer, however, were fantastic

We brought the fat-free Hebrew National franks on the grill - they weren't very good. The high-dollar spiced sausages grilled then boiled in beer, however, were fantastic

I’ve only got a year to burn off everything I overate this rainy weekend past. One of our number brought a variety of spiced sausage (I don’t recall the brand name) that was unbelievably good. Boiled in beer they were on the grill. Two whole chickens cooked on the grill using the internal beer-can flavoring method. Hamburgers, hotdogs, sides, cookies, pies, coffee, pop, wine, mint-juleps and beer for those who consume alcoholic beverages. It was a great visit.