if.....

if.......The democrats were the ones who suffered from illegal voting you can bet we would need photo id, finger prints, a retinal scan, a signed note from our parents and a co-signer to vote and it would have been law decades ago!

The crazy summer life with chronic pain

This is simply what life is like for some who are unable to exist in the bounds of the normal realm because of their current situations.
I am currently equipped with chronic pain in several areas of the shell I now reside in. It's basically non-stop but does change in type, frequency, area and degree.
Chronic pain wears one out. Medications, herbs and potions can not overcome the need to sleep and sleep often. Prior to the super heat of summer I was blessed with two periods of sleep per day giving me in effect two days in each actual 24 hour period. Ahhh but add in the heat with extra pain and life becomes a series of a couple hours up a few hours down. My loving wife also has chronic pain and goes through the same, often we pass like ships in the night-one getting up, the other going down.
Ahhh precious night, when the pain is least and there is mild relief from the heat. It's hard to accomplish many task in the dark, neighbors worry about those who brush hog and mow in the wee hours and results are less than perfect. Target shooting at 2 AM is difficult and tends to worry and upset those around you. Most stores are closed but you don't have to fight crowds in those that are open and the occasional drive up window in fast food places make sure we don't starve-choices are somewhat limited.
Television at this time of night is not for the faint hearted. Pretty soon you realize that one exercise machine is just like another, baldness cures, make up products and miracle skin cream all start sounding the same and movies that sucked 40 years ago still suck today. But left to our own devices and blessed with the internet night is wonderful-
One becomes a giant barometer and can sense pressure changes hundreds of miles away. Some of the most painful days are some of the nicest.

I blog and blog but it never shows - off to that weird demension where the other sock in the dryer goes, those great ideas typed into thin air on computers. You look down and the cursor (maybe curser is a better term) that you saw in the box was a trap and your gratest ideas are gone off into the rift. So I will try again to learn this great secet.

Damit fooled again. Again I went to correct a post and all was lost. Some of my greatestest ideas are lost to the the other dimention. Screw it no more edits to correct spelling or ideas.

my new tablet or I am an idiot

I love my new tab but sadly my love is not reciprocated. My tab chooses when I post and what I post. I am no scholar and make many mistakes on my own but my tab ( and my android phone) take fiendish delight in helping me look like an idiot.
 Spell check? only when it feels like it. Consistently insist on its own choice of words. Chooses random words and finishes my sentences in some form of high gibberish. Types off into the void, that great black hole where the other sock in the dryer goes is filled with some of my best work. And still here I sit attempting once more trying to master it, then trying to negotiate with it, and finally in desperation pleading and weeping it. It has no heart but it does have a soul-dark as coal.
So I give up, I surrender, you win again.
And like a drunk in need of a drink I will be back- doing it all over again in a matter of minutes.
help me!