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Old News About Swimming December 8, 2017 keith

Originally posted in a Facebook group on February 19, 2016. Don’t know how I missed posting it here too, but here goes…

Since the beginning of the year, my wife and I have been able to start going to the local gym that the hospital has. It includes a nice weight room with Nautilus machines, and even an indoor pool. The pool is one where they can turn on a machine that makes current in the water. It’s like trying to wade, or swim against river current.

Part of it is a little side pool where the current forms a vortex, or what some might call a whirlpool. On our first visit with the current turned on, we were enjoying floating, and going with the current.

Then I got caught in the water that led to the vortex… I was going in circles around it… Getting closer to the center… Spinning in circles… When my wife asked from the safety of the side of it. “What do you think about the whirlpool?”All I could think of was the punch line to a joke about a drunk guy who fell into a hotel pool while looking for the restroom.


Lost Scene: Dark Clouds November 30, 2017 keith

“Can you believe this?” Dan asked no one in particular, as he folded the newspaper aside. “25 shootings, 4 stabbings, 3 homicides on thanksgiving day,” he paused for affect before going on, “and that doesn’t count more over the whole weekend!”

The grizzled man sat his coffee cup down on the worn countertop at the diner. He spoke with a hint of Texas drawl as he responded, “When I was a little kid we could leave the front door open and everything, better not now. Just shows us the people of the generations have changed,”

“Have you lived here a long time? Dan asked.

“Yup, came here in the 60’s when my dad came for a job at the airplane factory.” The man said. ” I was just a kid, barely in school.”

“Things have gotten pretty tough around here since then?” It was more of a question than a statement.

“A buddy of mine, down in the south side of the city tells me that later in the evening, a killing in his neighborhood left a man dead after police found him with a bullet wound in his head.” The old timer added with a tone of sadness in his voice. “This craziness is everywhere man. I tell you what.”

“That was on Thanksgiving?” Dan asked.

“Yup.” The man replied. “That’s not the end of it. Folks just can’t stop. Right around the block from here, on the following day, a fight broke out. Left one man dead.”

“That’s a shame,” was all Dan could say. “What could be so important to fight over, or kill someone over for that matter.”

“Who knows.,” came the reply. ‘In this neighborhood? Probably drugs. It could be anything. Maybe he ate the last turkey wing, or stepped on his toe… who knows.”

“You’re not kidding me are you?” Dan asked, but could see the eyes of the man who just shook his head slowly in shame at what his town had become.

The old Texan went on, “That was on Friday. On Saturday another man was shot and killed just across town, down by Baden’s hardware store. Cops are still looking for the killer. Then there’s that young gal who got herself shot. What a shame.”

“A young girl?” Dan asked. “Do you mean that little girl?” He paused to think of what her name was. “Was it that little Washington girl?”

“Huh?” The old man had to jog his memory. “Yeah, I think that was the name. A friend of mine lives over there. I think that’s who he said it was.” He ruffled the whiskers on his jaw, and continued, “Can’t think of the girls name. Just that the last was Washington.
I tell you what. It’s just getting so bad in town. More of these young bucks carry guns more than they carry wallets now. And that little girl’s mom all caught up in that gang.”

The old man’s final words weren’t lost on Dan as he thanked the man for his insights to the crime problem in the neighborhood, paid his check, and bought the pot of coffee the old timer was nursing. Outside, he didn’t get far when he saw officer Howard, his friend and contact with the police force. The officer was pulled over, but seemed to be alone as he sat in his patrol car, with lights flashing. As Dan approached, the big cop smiled,, waved him over, and shut his lights off.

“What brings you to these parts? The cop asked.

“Just grabbing a little breakfast.” Dan replied. “I’ve been hearing about the crime rate around town. I’m guessing that’s what brought you here this morning?”

“Sort of, but this was just a false alarm.” Howard said. “An employee accidentally tripped the alarm , but we gotta check it out any way.”

“Just routine,” Dan responded automatically. “Glad it wasn’t part of the growing crime spree around here. Or is it always as bad as the past week or so?”

“I’d like to say it’s just a fluke. A spike in the normal life in town,” Howard began, “but, in some of our more challenged neighborhoods, conflicts are resolved with gun violence. Crime is expected and accepted.”

“Is there anything behind it, or something that people can do to help?” Dan asked.

“Well, there’s Ferris Day Industries,” Howard said with a tone of disgust. “At least they claim to hold the reins on helping.”

“You don’t sound too enthusiastic,” observed Dan.

“He claims to be setting up civic centers, but if you ask me, they’re more like centers for gangs to hang out, and set up their territorial boundaries.” Howard said. “In fact, that little church I dropped you off at does more to serve in the community around it than all the Ferris
Day centers combined. They provide social services to kids in the neighborhood, by opening up their kitchen after school, and giving a place for kids to come whose parents work. Some of the ladies volunteer to help with homework, and just be there to help them make good life choices.”

“Like steering clear of drugs,” Dan offered.

“That, and away from using guns.” Howard added. “You’d be surprised. In some areas of town guns are as common as a cigarette lighter, you find them all over the place.”

“So it’s the abundance of guns that lead to the crime rate?” Dan asked.

“Well, there does seem to be a rising homicide rate,” Howard began, “It’s probably a compilation of several things.
Easy access to firearms is one, but so is the lack of jobs and education.

“And you think it’s because of having an unemployment problem?” Dan asked.

“Sure,” Howard said, “Think about it. You go to school, you learn, it gives you the ability to think with a little better thought process. You learn how to reason and deal with things.”

“And that gets a person in the door to a respectable job,” Dan finished the thought.

“At least something entry level, and something with room to improve on.” Howard suggested.

“So, with a rising crime problem, you think the way to go is more church or community involvement.”
Dan stated.

“We gotta get churches, gotta get families, gotta get the whole group of people. All of us have to get involved,” Howard said.

“Isn’t the Ferris Day projects good enough? Asked Dan.

“Not just one organization is gonna do it. It’s gonna take all of us in the community, and all over town to do it.” Howard said.

“Teamwork.” Dan commented.

“Teamwork,” confirmed Howard.

Kitchen Gravity November 27, 2017 keith

Everyone knows at least a little bit about gravity. If you drop something, it falls, the direction it falls is the direction we call down.

For more advanced people we know that objects fall at the same rate, no matter their size. A bowling ball, and a golf ball will fall at the same rate, and land at the same time when dropped at the same place, at the same time.

In our kitchen, gravity must have a disturbance in its force.

When there’s water in both sinks, the left one drains slower than the right. I know, the first things that come to mind is the pipe under the left side may be clogged a little, but if there’s no water in the right sink, it drains fine. The other explanation i can think of is there isn’t good ventilation, and it needs to have air pressure to force the water down.

The sinks are on the same drain. It should work both ways, the right sink should also be slow when the left is full, or stopped up. It drains fine.

What’s lefts? Gravity.

The gravity on the left side of the kitchen is somehow less on the left side, than it is on the right side. It makes the water drain slower.

But then there’s the oddity of waiting until the right side drains. Once the water in the right sink goes down, the left sink suddenly drains fine. Or when there’s no water in the right sink, the left one drains just fine. Is this actually some kind of weird ventilation problem? No! I say it isn’t. We just have a very polite sink.

It’s almost as though the left sink allows the right sink free passage, while it only trickles its contents down the drain, Then once the right side has finished, it allows its water to freely drain.

Strange indeed.

What can i say? Gravity disturbance, or polite pipes. At least that’s my take on it, and I’m not taking any legitimate science into account, and ruin my fantasy.

Boring Routine, and Cookies November 26, 2017 keith

Checked messages this morning. Actually yesterday morning. Read a little in the bible, but the devotional was one that seemed generic, or at least didn’t make sense to me. Then the verses it linked to didn’T add much. Maybe I should have just read the whole chapter in context, but I didn’t. I hate it when devotional writers spend paragraphs saying what’s on their mind, and toss out a nugget of scripture that may or may not fit. Not memorable at all. One new and short series I just started is on Christmas carols. Joy to the world is the first one. Hoping there’ll be some good daily connections there.

I have some others lined up to read the Bible through. I like those ]better anyway. Might start one later in the week.

Wrote a bit on a writing exercise that i let slide after missing too many days. Not sure the junk i wrote today is worthy of posting. At least I’m past it, and on to the next exercise. Let’s see if I can get back on a daily routine with it.

Knocked out a podcast this morning. all i really had to do was upload the file, and proofread the show notes. All the recording and editing was done yesterday. Then i tot the next Quest episode put together, uploaded, show notes up, and all set to go for Monday.

We have Andrea here. It was supposed to be both her and Isaac, but he has been taking medicine and wasn’t feeling up to it. He must have been really sick, since he always wants to stay over. You could tell he kind of wanted to stay when he said his goodbyes to go home.

Andrea got to go swimming yesterday after grandma got done with her therapy for her back. she got a new swimsuit. Actually a gymnastic suit, but it works. I stayed home, which is when i got the bulk of recording Done.

Today the girls are busy making cookies. I suppose i could go help, but there isn’t a lot of workspace, and i can play with jotting down a few thoughts. And it looks like a batch is done. Andrea is forcing me to eat a cookie… and another… and hey, she stopped making me have cookies. Oh well, more for tomorrow.

Getting used to this new keyboard, mostly the markings on it. Using high marks, instead of Velcro, or bump dots. Hard to feel, and more easy to miss keys. Good thing spell check, and correction is there to save my butt.

Hoping i can stay up on daily writing. Recording my boring life. Just the kind of stuff nobody wants to hear, so posting it online should be a safe place to compile it.

Happy Thanksgiving November 22, 2017 keith

Twas the day before Thanksgiving, and all through the farm;
Turkeys where hiding, and coming to harm.
The farmer was busily sharpening his ax,
His wife looking forward to a Friday that was black.
Everyone will be feasting with tummies so full,
Snoozing and napping as they watch football.
And for the turkeys who survived, and got away….
Christmas is coming, it’s less than a month away.

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