Thursday, July 31, 2014

Preamble

Good Morning,
It is about 60 degrees outside. There are places on the planet earth that are protected by law. The place is the place I grew up into; an environment that is quiet and peaceful. We have noises of machines doing their maintenance. Quiet pools and beaches, tall trees and meadows, front porches with swings, quiet corners under cover.
There is a place in mind, placed there by our constitution and songs.

We the people of the United States, in order to form a more perfect union, establish justice, insure domestic tranquility, provide for the common defense, promote the general welfare, and secure the blessings of liberty to ourselves and our posterity, do ordain and establish this Constitution for the United States of America.

Wednesday, July 30, 2014

Noise

I heard a strange noise and realized that the blowing air in the air duct and the washing washing were combining sounds plus there is a ringing in my ears. One of the sounds quit and what is left is the ringing in my ears.
This cat at left is active. Her name is Bandit. More active than most kittens. It is very difficult to take her picture as she never poses and if I lift a camera she is gone.This cat will not have a problem catching anything; when she does catch something what will she do. Tiger Lilly ate her catches. Laurel says that Bandit runs up and down trees and does not have a problem with height. When she stops she sleeps right away. She eats more food than any cat we have, no worms she just burns up the energy. I think she will blow her heart out;  I hope not but she is crazy active.
I hear a rat or mouse gnawing in the wall. Bandit hears it too. It is over behind the refrigerator. She is trying to climb the bookcase. That would be bad as they will not hold up to any activity.

It is Cool

Good Morning,
It is 56 degrees outside this morning. Light wind. It is still dark outside the window. I slept well and feel fine.  We are in a do not save anything; we do not need supplies or an inventory mode.
Our mowing is going to be done by someone who would like to earn money as the bouncing mower is hard on our backs. I was warned a long time ago by my neurosurgeon that golf carts, lawn mowers, vacuuming and sweeping would be hard on the back; the way I sweep it does not hurt. The mowing does hurt. I walked out to the mailbox yesterday and the grass crunched below my feet. It does not need mowing. It needs warmth and moisture. Mom volunteered to mow at the first of the year and that did not work out well at all. So mowing is out for us. She is feeling better so maybe her back is healing. She was pretty active yesterday.
Today should be hot and humid (90 degrees and 80 % humidity) but I am sure it will not be hot or humid.

I realize that cats cannot put stuff back of cleanup after themselves (the kitten just dropped something). Humans can but won't.

Tuesday, July 29, 2014

Pool Repair

Good Morning,
In the photo I made the repair and took the weight off the area that goes into the pool. The yellow is a saw horse; I was going to build a frame to hold it up but I saw this at Home Depot (it was cheap and sturdy plastic to withstand the elements).
I will build the new section (pictured below in blue) to go on top of two sawhorse's. The old section (black and green valves) is leaking at present and needs to be replaced.


Monday, July 28, 2014

Cousin Mark and Aunt Virginia



My Grandmother in Pasadena used to take me to see Aunt Virginia. I remember at least going a couple of times. I am not sure. My grandmother took me everywhere she went; we were inseparable. She cared for me. She cared for her daughter Virginia.

Good Morning


I feel good physically and mentally. I do lack some adult skills like walking for miles; maybe a quarter of a mile is about it. I normally say once around a department store is pretty much it. 


Maybe we could borrow money from the Soviet Union to protect ourselves from the Iron Curtain


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Sunday, July 27, 2014

My Pool

My water inlet broke on my pool and I am afraid that that is it for the pool. It can be fixed but it is one of those things where you patch one hole and another pops up. I have to replace all the plumbing on the pool.

Saturday, July 26, 2014

A great Book to Read

A Great Book to Read

http://gutenberg.net.au/ebooks05/0500341h.html

Photos

Good Morning,
Yesterday I went to FaceBook and gathered all the photo on my "time line" and put them in a folder on my Personal Computer. I may put them into my family website folder and I may not. Even though I feel good I do feel overwhelmed at times.
I did note on a personal level that the photo on the previous post is one of the best photos in the group of photos I moved.
This search for photos did start on FaceBook when someone posted a photo of a Maytag Wringer Washer and asked folks if they ever had seen one or used one? I realized that I did have a photo of Eli and David and the Maytag Wringer Washer  that Laurel Rose used somewhere on FaceBook.

Friday, July 25, 2014

This is a Great Photo


The Propaganda

Good Morning,
The Propaganda
I feel good this morning. The onslaught of Jewish and American Hatred is overwhelming. I heard this morning that South American countries are sending their children to us because they hate us and that Palestine is blowing up their schools because they hate the Jews and Americans.
I do not care anymore.
Our kitten is beating the crap out of everyone; I am happy she is feeling better.

Monday, July 21, 2014

Good Morning

We took our cat to the vet this morning; last Friday she could not move her back legs. She has improved but she is running a temperature this morning. She is at the vet where she will be looked at.
I am fine mentally and physically.

Medium Range SAM System


The President of Russia has armed his anarchist militia with Buk Sa 11 Medium range SAM system.

 Are we ready to let President Obama are arm our local anarchist militia with MIM-104 Patriot.



Friday, July 18, 2014

Effie Shaffer

1969
When laurel and I first arrived in Marion we were dirt poor but both of us coming from lower middle class backgrounds? I started work at Lock and Dam 50 and Laurel started out soon as to being a mother.

We started receiving care packages from laurels mother and visits from various social workers in town. One of those people was Effie Shaffer who just passed away. She was a kind and friendly human being and we never tired of her presents in our home. 

Wednesday, July 16, 2014

More Than Words

More Than Words 
Random Harvest is a book and movie. 
Both are very enjoyable. 
 Once you have fallen in love it never goes away because it is not an infatuation but a love of life; the planet and lives you place on a pedestal; they are there for the planet to view and love.
Love is good.

I have been trying to paint an image of words... Each word should be grasped with all its meanings. It should take a while to be seen or understood.

Monday, July 14, 2014

Good Habits

Some things I do regularly. I am always concerned about our human rights, the elderly, the elderly and their relationship with their families and equality.
The first thing I do is welcome the day, clean the night out of my body and then look about me. Looking about me concerns family and pets, then the news of the day (paper, Internet and maybe TV).
I do care about us (the government (we the people)) so I look at things that I (at our age ) care about. Most of that is listed to my right on the Tomas Stories n' Links Blog.
There are other places I go online and that are the online newspapers. Maybe I can link some newspapers that are online (either free or with a subscription). I tend to go with free because I am limited in funds.
Other good habits are respecting our elders, opening doors for the aged and women, not littering the planet, being organic as is keeping chemicals at a distance and trying to keep quiet (that one is tough for me). There are other good habits most are found in our preamble and 10 commandments.

***

Confucius Beliefs
-people should always be kind
-"...return malice with justice, but return kindness with kindness..."
-believed that Confucius was very wise and he always had a clear answer to everything that could be questioned
-believe that humans have a duty to act as guardians of heaven's creation
-family comes before the individual
- strongly emphasizes mercy, social order, fulfillment of responsibilities

73 Degrees and Rain

Good Morning,
We do have the ability to communicate as we have never done before. We have telephones, cell phones, smart phones, tablets, wrist phones and Smart TVs. We have software that helps you call on all new computers.
We also have FaceBook that goes halfway by saying to folks in groups that you are OK but offers a bit of privacy. On FaceBook pictures and notes give our groups some explanations on our existence at the moment. As in, "Good Morning I am OK but sore." and the answer, "OK".
We are offered a choice. Most folks say, "No Thanks!"
I say Good Morning.

Sunday, July 13, 2014

Rusty Bureaucracy

At one time in my life I paid a tax to take care of our public schools, public bridges, public water ways and public airways. There were offices and manpower to maintain our border crossings, there were offices and manpower to maintain our waterways and airways. There were offices and manpower to make sure we were safe from harm.
All that mentioned above was called government bureaucracy and it did a great job until people like Rand Paul said we did not need to be in the business let the private sector take care of those things.
George W Bush listened and eliminated the tax base that took care of those things.
Now we have a Black President and Congress refuse to fund anything he wishes to fund and the country is going to hell.
Why should I pay?
I eat at McDonald’s.
Corporate America pays your dividends.



Saturday, July 12, 2014

Quiet in Kentucky

Good Morning,
It is about 68 degrees out here on the deck with no wind; peaceful with birds and the hum of technology in the area. Vehicles are moving on the Federal Highway.  Laurel was out here for a bit and she went in; I think she will come back as it is very pleasant out here (I found it pleasant in the mornings at Laurel’s sister home in Las Vegas in the mornings too). 
You can gather the piece of pleasantry wherever you go it is a choice. I think women find it knitting by the fire and men waiting for prey to get near them. I am in a position that does not require hunting. I remember laurel Rose relaxing on the weekends when I first met her and then back to the chaotic 9 to 5 world of Chicago the rest of the week. She was intense and tense. I was totally cool and relaxed as was Kathy and Ambo. There were benefits to dropping out and it was a mental state of that era.
The last two days we have been working on the pool. The pool is pleasant to be in.
 Kentucky is very wet, relaxed and green. There is no danger for fires out of control here or a lack of water as it flows under homes here. The hills are rock covered with top soil, clay, trees and roots. If you have a coffee cup you know that clay will not move. I notice that in Las Vegas the hills had lost its top soil, the clay had turned to cups and the trees had left the area. Living plants there had evolved to hold water.

Here the farmer is trying very hard to eliminate the top soil but Mother Nature grows very fast here and turns to forest quickly. What was nice here when Daniel Boone came through the Cumberland Gap was the prairie he saw where the Buffalo had tended to the prairies for centuries? Kentucky is rolling hills of forest and prairies;  the foothills of the Appalachian Mountains; we were pushed up by the glaciers that roamed Indiana and Illinois.

Friday, July 11, 2014


I will remember Memorial Day as the day of the mother/soldier.
My mother fighting off my father to defend her children from
the great war in our family only to disappear beyond the thoughts of this nation/man.
I will remember all mothers who fight off the drunken rebel and the tyranny of their broken lives.
I will remember all the women and men who fought and died in the struggle to stay sane in our world gone mad.
I will remember Memorial Day as the nation of men and women who died fighting off
the tyranny to make our country free from the evils of mankind.
Our Gererations of Love comes streaming through the Valley to our Hearts.
***

Rebecca
I wrote this piece below the other day to try explaining to everyone that we are here no matter what happens to the earth.
I realize that the earth could explode and dust/and or vapor would be all that is left. Whatever.
Some particle of life will be there. Some substance of our presence will be there.
Saying that I thought about my mother and her presence on earth.
Her physical presence has not been found or I am not aware of whoever knows of her presence on
this planet but I realize this.
She is here.
She loved, lived and became a mother of three children that I am aware of.
She was a sister in a family who say that are not aware of her present existence today.
All that is left to me is speculation about her whereabouts.
So I now I know that in a photo taken from space of this planet that my mothers dust or presence will be there.
Her marble marker in life is here in these words and every photo of earth.
Her life is in my substance and in my families.
Life should have been better for her.
Rebecca
***
We are the dust as we are the body.
I am going thru a phase where I understand words. This should have happened
when I was sixteen years old. Well whatever if by some chance I'll be reincarnated
as some minute particle on this planet of ours I want to be completely aware
of my standing in life.
 When they take a photo of the earth from space to give us our weather and
show us a nice snapshot of earth. We are there with all the animals and
trees and rocks and sand. The water moves about in waves and our long lost
and departed are there. Nothing has changed but time as it passes. We are
there on earth, we exist, and we occupy our space in time. We can't seem
to see our bodies or the soil beneath our feet but we know we are there.
We are the dust as we are the body.cca

***
Do we as humans blunder into places where our mind has no business being?
You know the place that keeps us up all night with worry and a chocolate high.
The place where the heart races to undo the damage of lost sleep.
How do we get back to the place where whatever we see is there?
Do we have to count on our fingers about this little piggy?
Are we getting closer to the point in time that sees the word before you and as you look away you see whatever you eyes see?
Can we clearly see the puzzle?
Are we there? Are we here?
Are we at the place our scholars talk about?
The answer is always yes at this time and no we are not in 1945 but we
do understand that they were as aware as we are now.
Rebecca
***
We read poetry and sometimes a great novel.
History and biographies pass along our paths.
Sometimes we meet a human that is a novel, a human story, a biography, and a person with a life that is a story.
Could it be that each one of us is indeed that great novel?
We as individuals are cloaked in suspense and drama, veiled in insecurities and peaceful oblivion.
We share what all great writers write about, we carry our novels in our souls as
we walk into that great storeroom of good words.
This is a nice thought.
Rebecca
***
Things you hate to write down but somehow you must.
Berea, Ky. in the late 1980's.
My sister Sandy told me that my father had said to her that a good place to hide a body is under a tree.
Deep down in her heart my sister was not impressed with that statement.
Marion, Ky. in the year 2002.
On our recent trip to California my stepsister Diane told me that my father had threatened my stepmother Gladys by saying that she could be buried under a tree. She left him in the late 1970's or 80's. I do not know if that particular event opened the gate but it was probably close to the end for them being together.
I have come to the conclusion that my mother is buried in some beautiful garden in California.
My grandfather and his sons including my father worked at a prominent garden in the San Gabriel Valley.
My grandfather worked all the years that I remember at this garden.
Rebecca
My mother the mystery.
Is s

My mother the mystery.
Is she still alive?
In July 1945, My mother brought my sister and I  to the Aurelia home, her parents home.
She said she was going to look at furniture at a store in San Gabriel, she then disappeared and never came back.
Rafael Arellanes hired a detective to look for her, but there was no trace.
Dennis Diaz was almost 4 years old and Sandy Diaz was less than 1 year old.
Per Betty and Daniel Arellanes. Dianiel was my mother's brother.
This is 1998 and she is still missing.
Laurel is looking for her, obsessed by the idea that my mother can't hide from her either dead or alive..
My skin is tanned, keeping the rain, sun, sand and emotions at bay for the last forty years.
The Trekkies would be proud of my defensive shield.
It is a sad state of affairs when I'll neither care or cry When/if she is found.
I get the feeling that the less I ask the better.
I can't ask any of my family about my mother without bringing back pain and tears.
The best minds are at work looking for her.
***
Hair, long corn tassels, my grandmothers gray-orange-white-gray hair.
She had long hair down to her waste, hair that she braided and rolled up
into a bun on her head. Hair that you would see in her photo, hair that
reminded me of an Indian Maiden. Hair that reminds me of love, comfort
and reason.
***
I am reminded of my mother, while taking a shower this afternoon, thoughts of my mother
came to the forefront. I wonder why no one has come forward to explain
where she went. My mother has not come forward. My father while he was
alive did not come forward to explain. My aunts and uncles only know
that she left, they did not come forward. The government has not come
forward. Not even a vague sense has come forward.
No one has come forward with an explanation. Here I am a man of
nearly sixty with no explanation about my mother. No clue. Every time I
broach the subject I bring tears into the eyes of my aunts and uncles, I
am forever lost, an island, a constant reminder of something sweet in
their past that has gone, forever lost.
Out of sight out of mind, how sad.
I sit and write wondering what I did as a child to have to endure such
emptiness.
I sympathize with everyone that has some sort of problem; I defend his or her
existence. So when everyone in the sixties defended every ones right to
the pursuit of happiness I was very pleased to take my place on this
earth, to be accepted as a being on earth.

Speculation
Where do I turn to find my mother. Laurel has exhausted all the legal tools at hand.
S.S. can not mail a letter to her until they find an address. No one has ever reported her dead.
She has disappeared from visible site, I do not know what she looked like, thought my dad showed me a picture of her in 1951. That photo is lost.
She was a beauty with a singing voice. She was not meant to be a mother. She loved the night life, my dad and her partied across Southern California.
What do I think?
Was she moved into hiding by the government for some knowledge she possessed?
Did my dad do away with her?
These two above thoughts are in the direction I lean toward. The first thought can be traced in two directions, from her end and from this end. Nothing!
The second thought. My dad is not capable of hiding a body without help? So I look into where he worked or his family worked? My dads parents were devote Catholics, my mother was christian, I assume her mother was a seventh day adventist. Her sisters were Methodist? I spent many hours in tents in downtown L.A.
If my dad had help covering up a body, who would get him out a jam?
Where were people working at that time.
What did everyone have in common. Three places come to mind. My fathers home, where he grew up. (Where everyone danced at Gilberts baptism party.)
The San Gabriel Mission, the Pablo  family is quite prominent in this community and helped mold the structure with mortar.
And last but not least, The Huntington Library.
This is where Pablo was a prominent gardener. His cactus garden is famous.
All the sons worked there with their dad Pablo in the forties, fifties and sixties.
My dad told my sister that under a tree would be a good place to hide someone.

Acid Reflux and Trauma


I awoke in the middle of the night because the food in my stomach wanted to come up. Normally food goes through our bodies; as it does our bodies gather what it needs and dis guards the rest. We have valves that keep food down; in my case those valves do not work properly and I take medicine to keep everything calm (keep the acids down to a roar). If our acids came  up they would cause a lot of pain and choking. In my case I can sit up as I am now and let gravity help me.
A few minutes ago Laurel came in and asked , "Why are you up?" I explained to her what happened. She went back to bed.
I have had this problem for a very long time and I do not remember when I first noticed the problem. It is annoying to me and to others as it causes loud noises.
If I remember correctly, early on I used to stutter (at least until the 2nd grade (I also wet the bed and had no control in school (2nd grade))), then it was the hiccups and now this.
Well I have worked it back to trauma as a child. The folks in Pasadena were kind and helpful before that I have no clue.

Thursday, July 10, 2014

POOL Monster


Good Morning, 
We did a major pool cleaning yesterday because our pool was out of whack. Laurel and I removed the steps and sandbag under he steps. The sandbag holds the steps down. At the moment the steps are back in place but when you get into the pool you go for a ride when you step on the pool steps. There were some leaves under the steps that kept our pool out of whack. We removed the debris from under the steps and our pool is back to normal. 
Outside at the moment it is about 72 degrees (we slept in last night because we had to wrestle the pool sand and major clean up in the pool). 
Inside our brick home it is about 72 degrees. We feel good mentally and physically.
1200
At noon I rechecked the pool and it seems to be balanced. Laurel is making lunch and after that we will get into the pool.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

A Constant and We Evolve

Good Morning,
The planet outside our home is a variety of weather, lightness and darkness, danger and no danger. But in our home in the United States that is protected by the Constitution created over 200 years ago there is a constant because we moved forward in how to protect each individual by law, by local health regulation, by great tried and true food regulation and a great army of solders protecting our borders. There is a constant.
We are being swarmed by children at the moment but they are only an inconvenience as far as war as an invasion is concerned. All we need to do is care for them.
  I have heard many voices in my lifetime and I have learned that many voices are right but using different words to say similar things about values and rights and wrongs. Most folks that open their mouths have something to say. If you listen carefully you will understand that they are right. Arguments start when they do not see you as being right.
Here is what I wrote about that:

Young men and women in the sixties had their own agendas. They were moving toward their known or unknown goals. I for one did not know where my life was headed. I assumed that everyone that I met was on the same path that I was on. I was wrong. My studies were always around religious philosophy that was the direction that I was heading. My assumption was that I thought everyone was studying the same way. I was wrong. I took no school course in philosophy that was my personal love. The Garden of Eden comes from my grandmother, her magazines with the lion and the lamb, people walking around naked in peace. Peace though nonviolence comes from Gandhi, be simple and good. Art as work, work as art, come from Michelangelo and his dedication to work for perfection though doing. Looking into all thought and images as a means to improve one’s life comes from Leonardo Da Vinci and Thomas Jefferson. Sharing ones wealth for the good of the commune comes from Tolstoy. Being the image of god comes from Jesus. Rules and laws come from Moses and his Jewish nation. Seeing the one light comes from Buddha. Respect for the elders in the family comes from Confucius. Love the one your with comes from Crosby, Stills, Nash and Young.
Being seen as a human and comforted comes from Sylvia and Joanie.
Open land comes from Lou and Ramon.
***
I stand in an aura of warmth

A variety of emotions
A cross culture of a human being
I placed Christmas lights on a tree
I placed the Star of David atop the tree
I sent out a Hanukah gift and Christmas Greetings
I am listening to Jamiroquai
My mornings start anew without any thought
Pure…..then the ego emerges
I open my eyes then the light
I am the variety of my being
No peg…. There is no peg hole
Spirituality?Zen?......Hebrew?........ Christian?..........Agnostic?
Nothing ……. Confucianism?...... Yin Yang?.......
As a child my body was dipped into all those words
My ego took the best for myself…..greedy child
The sun brightens our days and the earth turns away the light.
Cycles?
I do not have a clue but I did travel though San Francisco in the sixties
and I did see the Manchurian Candidate.
I stand in an aura of warmth
Oh halo