Chaos

The decision to sell the homestead has resulted in a swirl of chaos.  Getting rid of over forty years of junk accumulation is a task. The kids will be delighted we pre died.  You know when you die your kids have to get rid of all the crap. Pre dying can solve that problem.  Winky is under a lot of strain getting rid of all the keepsakes.  We are whittling down the stuff.  Sold the push mower, the freezer, and some rummage junk. However, it is never ending. 

Add to this chaos a country that is swamped in ignorance, an insane president leading a cult, and a virus.  That's not enough, how about an economy on the brink of a cliff.  Head spinning.  The Kadizzles forgot how old they are.   Taking on this insanity in the 70s is too much.  Our brains don't know they are living in bodies with high mileage. 

Crumbling, that is the way Kadizzle like to think of it.  Like those old buildings you see sitting on the prairie we are crumbling.  One shingle, one board, at a time the place falls down. 

Well to prove some of this wrong we will get on the electric bikes and buzz through the country in a few minutes.  The bikes will give us the impression we are stronger than we are.   Illusions are what keep us alive.  The Trump cultist have mastered the illusion that Trump is a saint sent by god.   If we all could reach the state of delusion the red hats have we could march in unison over the cliff with a smile.