Where oh where have our updates gone?

Okay, so let me see if I can squeeze all this into a single update and somehow make it make sense.

So lets start with one of the biggies: I quit smoking. After 22 years, I finally did it. 5 weeks now. When people find out they seem to act like I had just somehow walked
on the moon. The Doctor says quit or die. What do you think I am going to do? So, I quit. Got a lot easier when it suddenly dawned on me “Hey, tough guy, you going to let your life be snuffed out by a plant?” It is easier to do when you put
it in perspective.

Other than that it has mostly been work except for the bike getting messed up. I can not post more about that here till the insurance company says I can. I can’t say the City of Athens gets the shoddiest work done by the lowest contractor to redo city streets. Nor can I mention how our upper echelon city people all drive overpriced gas sucking SUV’s, but our streets cannot support the weight of a motorcycle. I cannot say anything about being blown off by the city workers involved with the insurance, nor can I state that the insurance company, which my hard earned taxes pay for, employs talking infected rectums whose only concern is denying claims without using all the information nor having anything to do with an obscure concept we call –TRUTH-.

I would never comment on such things publicly. I will wait till later when I can express my own opinion more fully with the correct use of expletives.

Now, let me talk about last weekend. We (Judi and I) went with Dan to the Annie Oakley Days in Greenville, Ohio. There we hooked up with the Wild West Arts Club. This has to be one of the largest groups of miscreants and ne'er-do-wells I have ever seen assembled. They welcomed Judi and I with open arms. We fit right in. I have never been made to feel so welcome at any SCA event ever. I think some of the SCAdians with the giant sticks up their peegoos sideways could do well to come down off their high horses and learn from these people how to welcome newcomers. We cracked whips, threw knives and tomahawks, marched in parades, did showoff work for the audiences. It was awesome. The pushed us and they sometimes pushed us hard, but it was only to make us a little bit better than a few minutes before. It wasn’t all about hats, belts, or titles, it was about fun. And it was real fun for everyone. We will be doing this again next year. Lots learned, lots to practice. New friends made and stories to tell.

But those are for some other time. For now, this is all there is here.

Till next time,
Be mindfull and awake.