FINNEGAN - HOMEMADE GRANOLA - LEGOS - SOUND OF NITRO - LAST GOODBYE - JIBBER JABBER

 Finnegan: ht nn

 

Finnegan is in the "dog house" sort of. Doing his job as overseer of his kingdom, he was hit in the face last weekend from the north end of a southbound skunk. In his wild reaction to get away from what had just happened, he ran into the house, trying to find some place to rub off the experience. 

And yes, experiences like this always happen on a weekend. It was bad enough that the fellow was sprayed in the face, but he also did considerable disruption to the home. If you have any skunk experiences, you fully understand the owners' immediate problems last weekend.

Finnegan was washed and washed and eventually cleaned with skunk cleaner. Then shaved in an attempt to completely clean off the skunk. The home also was in some disarray and, as of this weekend, the home is clean and odor free. Finnegan is on a short leash in hopes to teach him not to stick his nose where it does not belong. I fear though that Finnegan might not be able to control himself when his kingdom requires his personal investigation.

It could have been a face full of porky pine. These things happen. 

I so want to walk up to him here, give him a pat on the head and tell him he is a "good boy."

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HOME MADE GRANOLA

One of the very best "cooks" my wife makes. Quick mix of a few ingredients, stirred and put in the oven to bake. The smell permeates the home and the urge to scoop handfuls for eating is overwhelming. But we cannot, should not; for low carb diet reasons. But this ranks right up there with homemade bread out of the oven. 

This batch fills two quart jars and "we"/she made this for gifting. A "younger" neighbor to the west drives his zero turn mower down to help mow our sloped yard near the road. The slope makes me nervous and I have not stepped up yet to trying the slope. My mower, also a zero turn, leans and I get hinky. Especially after having watched a few videos on YouTube where fellows have flipped and turned over mowing slopes. We have adopted a partial mow with our mower followed by finishing the slope with weedeaters. 

But neighbor knows what he is doing, tells me I can do it, but still comes over from time to time to finish the job. He drives by, sees the job half-completed,  and cannot control himself. I tell him thank you and he replies "you are welcome." 

Long story short, the granola is a gift to say thanks. Saying thank you is important and besides, we know he and his wife love the homemade granola.  

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 VISCERAL EXPERIENCE

I found this scouring YouTube shorts.  A couple minutes. Watch it all the way through. 

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LEGO bricks 

I was most impressed with the technology of mass production and storage. How many simple designs and ideas like this have changed the world? 

Legos have open the world of designing and building to kids and adults alike. Your imagination is the only limitation to assembling these small pieces together.

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THE LAST GOODBYE 

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JIBBER JABBER

I was awakened this morning with my wife gently rubbing my feet and asking me if I was ok. I was yelling "hello" "hello" "hello" in my sleep and dream state at 04:30 this morning. I was aware that I was yelling that as I slowly awoke. "Yes, I am fine", I replied. I started to explain that a box of vertically stacked wood pieces was revealing the presence of aliens and I was trying to contact them by saying hello. I did not, could not see them, but apparently, the way the wood pieces had been re-stacked was proof that only aliens could do that; and thus, proof of their presence and existence. Hey, it was a dream. 

I do miss my flying dreams though and always trying to explain to my other childhood friends how to do it. Over the years, I have learned how to easily lift off and land and fly at will over hills enjoying the expanses and views from above. 

I would explain that I have to do is hold my arms down snug at my sides, open my palms and mentally press down. The secret lies in the belief that I can fly as I put 100% of my mind into that moment. As the dream years have evolved, the flying has been easier as my mind has more easily moved into the experience.

I also enjoyed lifting off the ground within a group of people and watching the looks on their faces. 

I would rather enjoy some flying now in these early morning dreams rather than looking for aliens in vertically stacked wood boxes.

Maybe watching "FAllOUT" again this week tweaked a few neurons. Not sure. 

Another blog without going down a world full of rabbit holes. "How am I doing?"

Thanks for the visit. Have a good week. We may just make it through September 2024. 

I do feel the need to re-stack that box out back full of wood sticks.