Dust...

Spent the better part of Friday and Saturday in Anza and environs. Worked on cleaning the barn pf 27 years of accumulation. I've started a pile of stuff I'm discarding. Once that is done, I'll haul; it all to the local landfill. When I've found something useful, I'm trying to find a person to give it to, but when you're so many miles from civilization (8 miles from town, and one mile off the pavement) it is sometimes difficult. I've discovered that my Dad had a habit of taking the tools he needed for a specific job, and using hem, however, the tools never found their way back to his tool box. I also need to start a series of boxes, one for brass plumbing parts found, one for PVC parts, one or more for other miscellaneous categories, as I discover them. I have wire on spools, fencing, lumber, nails, screws, and the pile of stuff that I left at my parent's place of my years of moving, travel, camping, divorce, and the numerous cases of saying to myself, 'I better just put this in the barn, in case I need this some day'.

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to repeat...ABBA

My parents came from a generation that came out of the depression, while we have had a few recessions since, we have survived. I've gone from a conservative to a liberal (politically), and now consider my life transforming from liberal to activist. Thanks to George Dubya, I will be working on the concept outlined in Serendipity's journal, ABBA. We cannot survive as a nation four more years of Bush. Anyone But Bush Again. I will work to educate my friends and co-workers about the lies and media half-truths emanating from Washington, I will let my political feelings be known. I work in a political climate that embraces the Republican philosophy, Orange County California, but live in a community that is just the opposite. My only fear is that my future is in jeopardy and my freedoms are being eroded to support the Capitalist and Imperialist dreams of a delusions band of neocons and evangelicals who want to see Armageddon. I urge you to fight for your rights to speech and assembly, your rights to privacy, your rights to choose how you live your life. This election in 2004 is very important, it will mark the renewal of our country or the beginning of an Orwellian nightmare. We can't be lead to our Waterloo by a new Napoleon.

Sunday morning

Awoke at 7 a.m., clean up and then grab the Sunday paper and off to the beach. While I sit and watch those souls who like to run, surf, or skate, I browse the paper.

Got a lot to do today, did the farmer's market, got some peaches, some strawberries, and some queen anne cherries. Am now at my desk, got some bills to pay for my Mom, had a long phone call from her.

Father's Day..

As this is father's day, this is the second year without him. He died just after father's day last year, but wasn't aware of much at that time. This year is harder as there isn't anyone to visit. My Mom is having a hard time dealing with life in general, as he was her partner for over 55 years. Her health isn't getting any better and like she said, if the cancer doesn't get you the chemotherapy will. I'm finding that health care for seniors is a real crisis situation. Medicare doesn't cover all their needs, and even supplemental coverage lacks any focus. In most cases, doctors have an attitude that its just another patient, a senior citizen, and thus I'll do the minimum and hope they go away.

I'm trying to provide as much comfort to my Mom as possible, but as parents get older, there is very little you can do but cope with the crisises as they arise. My Mom has mild depression but will not take anything for it. She isn't honest with me about her health and when I get inquisitive she gets indignant.

I miss you Dad, and I love you Mom.