A.G.E's Joint

How does the Spirit move you? How do you show it? Are the shining stars around? Are you a 10 year old boy in front of a black-and-white TV Way past your bedtime In a home that is not your own? Wondering if your parents care? Wondering if the world would stop? And you would not ride your bicycle Again. 55 years on The news is still about war. Still about atrocities Still about Man's inhumanity. And yet, it is good.

  He'd always been spiritual, constantly stopping to   reflect on his life and where he was going. Twenty years in L.A. had taught him a couple of things. Controlling all the events in your life just wasn't possible and misery couldn't be wished away. It crept up when he least expected it to. The business had often made him feel alone and afraid. Every project teetered on the edge of failing and there was little he could do about it. There was no family to support or to support him and he accepted that. But he plugged on. He was back in the mountains he visited so often in his youth, working as a script consultant for a project. The funding had been only approved in the last week and the Production team needed someone with experience in the area to reconcile plot inconsistencies. The director put him up in a house on Lake Chatuge not a quarter mile down the road from the church. On a whim, he decided to see it.  Memories of Homecomings past rushed forth. Stilted gree...

 I have to admit, I was struggling this week. Mad for Plaid is not a fashion statement I have always followed. But when I started Googling, the Artificial Intelligence Gods brought me this: It makes you think of Balmoral Castle and how much of a marketing ploy the "culture" became.  Dressing up is still fun.  It's better than any of the "Pity is treason" themes I was working on. 

A couple of months ago, I went into my spare bedroom to get something out of the closet and I noticed a small brown spot on the baseboard molding. I reached down and everything along the floor was wet. On, no. It turned out I had a pinhole leak in a pipe going to my front outdoor spigot. I may have caused this problem because for the longest time, there was a hose that had seized to the threads and I tied (and failed) to use force to get it loose.  On inspection, the water was dripping from underneath the siding and flowing down toward the street.  I quickly called a plumber. Being the good company they are, they had a truck nearby and he was at the house in a couple of hours.  The hurry-up part? The pipe was fixed in about an hour. The slow-down part? I had water damage over a 4'X5' section of the wall and an unknown amount of the floor.                                 ...