Music

This is what last week felt like.

I hate flying. I being around people. The thought of going to a place where there are lots of people does not appeal to me.

I’m cold. I’ve been cold for a few days now. My child is trapped in her dorm with 36+ inches of snow blocking everywhere she wants to go. Power is out in some dorms. They ran out of hot water, food service has been reduced to making and delivering pizzas.

Sunday we finally got our wood delivered. My son, wife, Ally and I were out in the cold moving and stacking wood. The wonder of the congo line.

Son picks up a stick and swings it to me. I take it and chuck it across the yard to land in front of one of the stacks. As the pile gets high enough infront of the stack, I switch targets and start tossing into a pile in front of a different stack.

Ally and wife are busy stacking from the piles I’m making. Nobody is bending. When the pile is too short for son to reach without bending, he goes to one knee an just keeps going.

So I want to be on a warm beach, huddled under my woobie, sun glasses on. A few spare mags, and just be warm.

Oh, and drinking Long Island Iced Teas.

How I was feeling over this last week.

My wife took me to an incredible Valentine’s dinner. I wanted to have dinner in my state, not in Mordor.

I got what I needed. A lovely dinner with my lovely wife.

I love her so much, it sometimes hurts.

When I heard this song on ,Fallout it struck a chord with me. My country is worth fighting for.

Ran into a song… got to thinking about a “reprise” I’d heard. Here is the original:

Dolly

Jolene’s side, because there’s always more than one side to a story:

There is an insurrection taking place in our country. There are clear indications of Command and Control structures and a host of other CIA style “how to” markers.

The left wants highly visible incidents. They want people like Goode and Perti to have their stupidity splashed across the nation’s TVs (and the modern equivalent). It hits at a visceral level when you see somebody being killed.

It doesn’t matter whether it is justified or not; watching somebody being killed causes emotional trauma.

So here is something lighter, from my childhood, maybe yours too:

https://youtu.be/RJREOkcRbv4?t=50

I’ve been doing to much research into steam locomotives, I feel like I’ve been working on the rail road.

This song has been running through my head for the last week or so as my wife flew out to rescue her mother.