Flowing Water

The desert is awakening.  Rain has exploded the grass and the clouds are plugging the sky.  The son of our new neighbors is visiting with his homemade camper.  It is a small cobbled together contraption on a small two wheel trailer.  Kadizzle took a look inside and it looked comfortable, but cramped.  The young fellow is at that age where you can wander from job to job and live life with the luxury of freedom.  Want your freedom constrained?  Have a baby, that is Cheech's plan.  In about thirty days Cheech will provide Old Grandpa Kadizzle with another little bundle of girl problems.  Sylvie will have a cousin on our side of the family.  In her basement Sylvie is spinning around on her new gymnastics bars.  The family fortune was sacrificed to purchase the gym equipment, but perhaps she will spin some of the granny energy out of herself.  Confined to the Earth module fighting boredom will be a major project today.  Yesterday Cliff beat Kadizzle senseless playing dominoes.  Apparently Cliff has loaded dominoes.  It might also be the result of Cliff having the ability to add and subtract.  

The other night when we drove in we saw a bobcat.  Kadizzle has only seen four in his life, one in West Virginia, and perhaps the same one twice on Cherry Creek,  Number four was just down the road a little ways from our encampment.

 So here goes 2017.  The bull will be released shortly in the china shop.  Right off the bat the old Trumpster will start his insanity.  Who knows what he will do.  It is hopeless to predict.  Until he actually starts breaking things no one knows.  Will the Republicans with functioning brain cells be able to restrain him?  Will he just bump things, or will he trample things?   The day for the explosions from the tweeter is nearly upon us.  It is exciting, we could see our first nuclear war, we could enter a new depression.  Making America great again will be an interesting project and having a baffoon lead the way will be an entirely new experience.  In the old days when Kadizzle worked among construction workers and coal miners there were sayings like " Don't let you mouth overload your ass".  Another one was don't let you mouth write checks your ass can't cash.  Donald Trump has definitely made both sins.  The world is a big place, and the bravado of the Donald will now have to face reality.  The little drunk guy may have just insulted the big quiet bruiser at the end of the bar.  Everyone has seen a little guy pumped up on alcohol get a tune up.  Some of these dustups end with one punch.   We could be in for a nuclear punch.  Usually there are no winners in a bar fight.  The bar is torn up and most of the participants are cut and bruised.  The Tweeter will fire his first shots soon.  China may be first up to give the Donald a tune up.  My advice when things start to heat up is stand near the door.  Unfortunately for our electoral system the door is two years away.  Once The Donald starts the game and if the Republicans don't harness him, it will be two years before voters can put sane people in office.