PSA-201020-I Can’t Stand It Anymore

Thoughts When in Quarantine Too Long


1. If poison passes it’s expiration date, is it more poisonous or is it no
longer poisonous?

2. Which letter is silent in the word “Scent,” the S or the C?

3. Do twins ever realize that at least one of them is unplanned?

4. Why is the letter W, in English, called double U? Shouldn’t it be called
double V?

5. Maybe oxygen is slowly killing you and It just takes 75-100 years to
fully work.

6. Every time you clean something, you just make something else dirty.

7. The word “swims” upside-down is still “swims”

8. 100 years ago everyone owned a horse and only the rich had cars. Today
everyone has cars and only the rich own horses.


Six great confusions still unresolved.

1. At a movie theater, which arm rest is yours?

2. If people evolve from monkeys, why are monkeys still around?

3. Why is there a ‘D’ in fridge, but not in refrigerator?

4. Who knew what time it was when the first clock was made?




Ever wonder why the word funeral starts with FUN?

Why isn’t a Fireman called a Water-man?

How come Lipstick doesn’t do what it says?

If money doesn’t grow on trees, how come Banks have Branches?

If a Vegetarian eats vegetables, what does a Humanitarian eat?

How do you get off a non-stop Flight?

Why are goods sent by ship called CARGO and those sent by truck SHIPMENT?

Why do we put cups in the dishwasher and the dishes in the Cupboard?

Why do doctors ‘practice’ medicine? Are they having practice at the cost of
the patients?

Why is it called ‘Rush Hour’ when traffic moves at its slowest then?

How come Noses run and Feet smell?

Why do they call it a TV ‘set’ when there is only one?

What are you vacating when you go on a vacation?


Did you know that if you replace “W” with “T” in “What, Where and When”, you
get the answer to each of them.

Miscellaneous Rambling

Today, I went into a mild shock as I tried to stuff a fully assembled winter coat box into my car for delivery. The box didn’t fit, and I had to disassemble it to make it go into the back seat. Now I have to expand the box and tape it at each location that I deliver to.  A minor irritation, but an irritation no less. 

The morning was beautiful sunny blue-sky-day which made me feel really upbeat. I quickly made a KETO omelet with spinach, scallions, and sundried tomatoes accompanied with three slices of gypsy style smoked bacon, and two slices of KETO toast smothered in butter.

After breakfast I read the mail, and then prepped for a walk. The plan was to walk to the pharmacy, to pick up a prescription, then to the mailbox to drop a letter, and finally to the coffee shop for a latte.  The prescription failed, my doctor did not approve a refill, I had to make an appointment for a blood test and an office visit before he would. Onward to the drop box with the letter and for the latte. I arrived home after two hours, and proceeded to assemble the box I grumbled about above. 

I spent a long afternoon surfing the net for information on immigration laws. One of my friends is living here on an expired visa, and needs help to get legal again. I didn’t find anything very promising. I don’t know how all the people who come in here illegally actually get to stay, much less to sign up for bennies. All the law I found is pretty simple, and seems to be iron clad on how to handle illegals. I’m positive that If I try to help this person that I will wind up in jail for five years and he will be deported.

Immigration word cloud concept isolated on white

My daughter called me this afternoon to tell me that her daughter (my grand-daughter) received notification that she was placed on the National Honor Society. Proud mama that she is she couldn’t wait to make a braggadocios phone call to let her pride show. She is one of my favorites so I am as proud as can be of her accomplishment. She did it while hunkered down and forced to attend classes on the internet.

After this post I will settle into my usual evening routine of five hours of non-stop TV. I found a new series which I have been avoiding for reasons unknown to me. It is titled Hunters, and stars Al Pacino. He is a former prisoner of a Nazi camp who escaped being gassed by his captors. He is currently hunting down escaped Nazis from WW-2 living within the USA. I found the first episode fascinating, and will watch it until every damned Nazi is hunted down and exterminated. 

Another movie title caught my eye and I latched onto that too; Moondance Alexander. It turned out to be a horse story about a young girl shunned by her friends who finds a horse while delivering groceries after school on her bicycle. It turns out it was filmed in Calgary, Canada home of the Heartland series my favorite horse opera too date. I must have seen ten movies in the last month all with the same theme, and all filmed in the same location with titles that lure me in. 

It is also time for me to call my long-lost son from the Lone Star State. Our conversation will easily last an hour or two as we share Trump stories.       

KETO-Green Chef vs Factor 75

This week I began a new adventure, actually two adventures. My pre-prepared KETO meal plan is expensive and I was looking for ways to cut the costs. Of course, I searched the internet and found a business called Green Chef. It is different than the Factor 75 that I have been using. Green Chef sends fresh ingredients and a how to cook recipe card with step by step instructions on what to do with each item. Factor 75 sends me pre-cooked ready to heat and eat meals. Both of them are expensive. So far, I like the Green Chef meals because it forces me to cook. I am learning a lot of new things. The meals are also very tasty and colorful. It takes me anywhere from 30-45 minutes to make the meals. Each Green Chef meal serves two, or in my case it is two meals, one is reheated the next day. The price per serving is lower than my Factor 75 meals. Todate, I have cooked three meals all very fresh and very tasteful, and there is plenty to eat. I have one more to go before I decide whether to reorder another round of meals.

Staying KETO is difficult these days. Maybe it is the change in weather and the shorter daylight, but I am craving comfort food, and too often I cheat like heck to fit a piece of cake into the diet. Cooking gives me a degree of comfort even though the food is not classified as comfort food. One thing I like more about the Factor 75 meals is that I can be eating within five minutes of initiating a meal. Unless I opt to go for a wrap. Wraps take a while to put together. Nothing is easier than poking a hole into a plastic wrapper and setting the micro-wave for two and a half minutes. The next step is to peel back the entire covering to stir the contents and to place it back into the MW for another minute or two. I can be eating in five minutes after taking the package out of my refrigerator. While with the Green Chef meal I am dicing, chopping spicing, sautéing, searing, and mixing. a couple of different entrees, one meat and a vegetable mix, with a sauce.

I suppose it all depends on how hungry I am, and how lazy I feel. If I had my way I’d be very happy with sub-sandwiches but they involve bread and we all know bread is not KETO.

In my very first sentence above I mentioned I had two adventures. The second involved building a fire ring in my back yard and setting it up for an evening fire. The kindling came from the trees in my yard, and the fuel came from my wood shop. I finally cut up the boards that were once a special table I built for my mother to keep her house plants on. It served her well for many years, and after she and dad died, and we were finally emptying the house I inherited the table. For many years it acted as a catchall surface for house plants, and the usual junk that accumulates around the house. Two years ago I cleared it and disassembled it for future wood projects. It lay on my shop floor during that time, and this week, I cut it up into smaller burnable pieces for evening fires.

Sitting in the cool night air warming myself by the dancing flames brought back a lot of old memories from my Scout Master days and also when we were on family camping trips. Each time we had a fire one of the family became the self designated pyro-maniac whose job it was to keep the flames roaring. When I first moved into this house I drew a plan of what I wanted in my garden: a pond, waterfall, stream, mini-forest, vegetable garden, flower garden, and fire-pit. I accomplished all except the fire-pit, it is time to close out the plan as complete.

A Nation of Too Many Laws

I often proudly proclaim that we are a nation of laws. The United States has been writing, passing, and enforcing laws since its inception in 1776, and even before that. In thinking about laws I often come to the conclusion that laws inhibit our freedoms. I also proudly declare that we have a Constitution that guides our thinking on how to proceed when writing laws. Does the Constitution really help us decide whether a law is necessary? I think in most cases the Constitution does not come to mind when lawmakers get busy to formulate a new law. At this point of history the United States has so many laws in so many jurisdictions that we need an army of lawyers to assist us with the interpretation, and to help protect us from harm caused by the wrongful application of same. We need a reset in law making. How can we be free to say, write, or do what we want freely when we are being guided by the Constitution, Federal, State, County, Township, and Municipal laws? For instance, my home town has a law on conducting garage sales. I’m sure your town does too? Why are such laws necessary? Most likely because somebody’s neighbor decided to hold a garage sale every Saturday of the year. A simple thing such as a sale intended to reduce the clutter going into a landfill turns into something ugly. The law is written to control our behavior.

The more laws we have the more opportunity there is for us to become law breakers. Therefore, more need exists to employ law keepers known as policemen to keep our behaviors in check. One of the most frequently broken laws in America is called the Speed Limit. Speed Limits are laws intended to regulate our need for speed, but under the guise of safety to the general population. Speed kills they cite, therefore we must limit your needs with signage that tells you what is safe. If every municipality that is responsible for posting the limits were to arrest every driver who broke the limit we would be able to pay for every highway in America with improvements too. Thankfully, the cops arrest speeders using statistics, placing speed traps at random around the area and being seen writing citations every where. The penalty’s for repeated speeding violations are severe, and one can lose his driving privilege, another loss of freedom.

A Speed Limit That Is Hard to Keep On A Bicycle

Another law that is frequently broken is driving while under the influence of an intoxicating beverage or alcohol. Again, in the name of safety, you place yourself into jeopardy by drinking and driving. No mater, even if you are driving like a sober judge, if you are pulled over you put your driving privilege on the line. Most of these laws are the result of a group called Mothers Against Drunk Driving or MADD. These moms are upset over losing a child in an accident caused by someone who drove drunk. Alcohol impairs your ability to think clearly, and your body to react more slowly, therefore, you must be apprehended and incarcerated for your own protection. In this case it is not your own safety the law protects it is the safety of others.

As an attempt to learn how large the law problem is in America, I asked Google to tell me. The answer, is there are too many laws on the books to know just how many there are. One fact that I did learn is that there are over 23,000 laws on guns and gun ownership. We have a body of politicians whose job it is to write new laws. We have gotten so stupid about this that we refer them as “do-nothings” if they don’t pass new laws every year. The average is about two hundred new federal laws every year. Multiply that by 244 years and we have over forty-eight thousand Federal laws on the books. If you have ever looked at how the laws are written by reading one you will know that within every law are numerous other laws that control every scenario possible. I think the number I cited is way too low. Of course the problem is magnified when we move down to the states and municipalities.

Just this week, I learned that A friend of mine was being punished by my hometown of Frankfort for trying to live his life the way he wanted to. The friend lives in the country just outside of town. He has a huge barn on his property, and thought how neat it would be to cater to the latest hot trend of barn weddings. For some reason, he thought it would be wise to have his farm incorporated into the Village limits. WRONG!!!!! The Village got wind of his business and decided to teach him a lesson. First, the land he was on is zoned for Agriculture. I know the Village would not have let him build a barn on a residential plot. But, my friend thought since the barn existed before the land was part of the Village he was okay. WRONG!!!!! The Village sent out a fire inspector to determine if there were any fire hazards in the barn. Come on folks, barns are usually built of wood and have hay strewn around. The Fire Marshall wrote him up and decided he needed to install a sprinkler system, he did. They also insisted his county approved electrical system was not up to code, so they had him install a new electrical box to replace the new one he had. He did that too. Then the Village asked if he had a Village business license. Out of curiosity, I read the ordinance on Village Business licenses. It doesn’t cover offering your barn as a venue for a wedding, but they have a line labeled “other” to cover the known listed business types. One reason for the license is to flush out if alcohol will be served, sold, or stored in the building? If there is, then a new law kicks in namely a the need for a liquor license. I know Frankfort is not a teetotaling town there are numerous taverns and bars within the town limits, but they want to control what goes on to insure my safety. Sooo, we have a law to guarantee that; another loss of freedom.

When my friend thought he was near the finish line the COVID-19 pandemic hit and shut down all activities. Several weddings had to be cancelled or rescheduled due to the virus. Six months have passed and the virus numbers are reduced to allow some wedding party activity to occur, except that the Village slapped an injunction against his business to stop.

I guess my point in this post is that too many laws can be a detriment to liberty. We seem to lose common sense and apply stupid laws to new and wild business ideas like barn weddings. Too many laws also give our leaders too much power and inflate their ability to control others. Liberty requires fewer laws and less control. We will never again get back to the liberty we had two hundred and forty-four years ago unless we start reversing the trend to define every breath, and every move we take with a law.

A good start in reversing the trend is to return to the original ten commandments issued to Moses by God.

Iris Cove

Just another day in paradise, this morning was glorious. I say was because it is already after noon. When one finishes breakfast at ten o’clock noon comes quickly. Thankfully, I haven’t kicked myself out of KETO this week, God knows I have tried. On Thursday I thoroughly enjoyed a sub sandwich from Jersey Mike’s bread included, then washed down with a sugar cookie. This morning I feasted on a mushroom-spinach omelet with thick sliced bacon.

Last evening I went for a bike ride with a friend and as usual I was way ahead and stopped to let us catch up with each other. I did something stupid on the start-up and wound up prone on the street. The last time I dumped on a bike was fifteen years ago when I hit a patch of wet leaves on the trail and found myself skidding on my side for twenty feet. It just goes to prove that if you ride long enough, you will have an ass dumping accident. At one block from home I stopped again to allow us to even up, and a white haired man stopped at the same corner. He shouted out “how are you doing?” “Fine” I relied. “God bless you,” he answered then drove off. Strange.

I was determined to find a new series on TV to watch and tuned into one called “Red Oaks.” The story revolves around a country club called of course “Red Oaks.” It takes place in the eighties and resembles “Mrs. Robinson.” Of course all the characters are filthy rich except the kids who work there parking cars, life-guarding, teaching tennis, or carrying golf bags. It is funny how all the staff sucks up to the rich membership. I would never do anything like that. I found it amusing and will continue to watch.

I spent another afternoon in the garden cleaning the other half of my pond which took a lot longer than I wanted to spend, but it was worth it. I cut back a huge bed of irises and the cattails for the first time in twelve years. I learned that one of the things drawing the pond water level is the irises. Another culprit is the cattail. I pulled a root that turned out to be two feet long and the diameter of a garden hose. If ever there was a pipe pulling water out it was that root.

Cattail Root–One Inch In diameter by two feet long
Iris Cove

The water level in the pond was down by six inches and I started the water to fill it. After half an hour the level was where it should be. It’ll be interesting to learn how the level changes now that two of the main culprits have been cut-off. At the end of the day I came in exhausted and sat at my computer staring at a screen fighting off sleep. I vowed that if I am still at this house next year that my garden will be as magnificent as it has been up until two years ago. The garden must be in my blood, just like bike riding is.

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