Thursday, August 31, 2017

Firewood & Preparing For Winter & Thinking Of Ronald Reagan

Hello People Who Remember Last Winter,

It was cold here in the Pacific North West. Real Cold. Around the first of the year we got snowed in for a week. Good thing that we had a lot of firewood set aside! We lost power for a day when a giant tree was blown over into our power pole. Thousands of others lost power also.

Now, during record heat and days without rain, it can be easy to forget how cold things can get. This will be my 41st winter living in our little place. I am used to heating with wood and prefer it over other types of heat. It provides warmth as well as physical exercise, comfortable daily routine and a lasting knowledge of the true cost of keeping alive. What I mean by that is that is easy to forget the energy to keep warm with when our homes become so convenient. Flick a switch and you are warm. Maybe that is just an old fashion notion - that self reliance is over rated.

Which is a long winded way of letting you know that today I will be servicing the chain saw and preparing to cut out the dead wood from our woodlot and turning it into firewood. Anyone remember Ronald Reagan? I did not like what he did to the fundamentals of our government but I did respect the man for chopping his own wood. He had a history of doing that I and have always hoped that, in his later years, it was not just political showboating. 

But I did not personally know the man. I just know that:

Actions Speak Louder Than Words

What Would You Do?

Compassionate Readers,

Most of you reading know that our family is in crisis. Our home, future and emotional health is at risk. There are those who would force actions upon us that, no matter how well intentioned, or for what true purpose, will do great harm to the children and to me. I realize that this statement is vague and for good reason. 

So my question is, rhetorical as it may seem, what would you do if someone somehow forced a cherished loved one to do something that would cause them great emotional harm that may lead to dire personal consequences for that person? That might cause such emotional trauma that it would cause life changing scaring? 
As a parent what would you do to protect your children?

I am confronted with these horrible questions. There is an expression you may have heard - 'How much justice can you  afford?' What is the true measure of a man, his pocketbook or his values? Personal Greed or commitment to family? Honesty or victory at any cost, damn the innocent?

All around the world children are dying and starving but their parents give of themselves without hesitation to help their offspring. All would give everything to provide their children with a bright future. We all know that is true. Why does it take a natural disaster to bring people together in our country for people to come to their senses - that kindness and generosity are the true measure of a man. What hope of peace in this tormented world can we aspire to when parents allow greed to surpass their commitments to their own children?

Yea, I am bitter. This divorce has taken its toll in many ways - money for legal fees that should go to Francis's well-deserved education - is that right that his future is so compromised? For Thomas Johns educational future? For Carters educational future?For their home, birthright and future opportunities that I have worked so hard for in their name for over the last 40 years? My resolve to shelter my children and their future from this greed grows stronger by the minute.

I do not know what the future will bring for our family. As an optimist, I hope for the best, for a resolution that will bring about love and understanding and an honoring of commitments made. As a realist, I am constantly looking over my shoulder for an out of control truck mashing me into a roadkill or of a love stricken vigilante standing over my bed with foul, misguided intent and self-rightest steel revolving fingers spitting my life away. Really. I know it and you know it. Better buy more accident insurance. 

"You knew damn well what you were doing,
       You knew damn well who you were breaking,"
                         - Shawnee Vosques

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Monday, August 28, 2017

Sore Finger

Yesterday was a beautiful day, weather wise. It was also a day where I did not get the things done that I wanted to get done! I cut the ring finger on my right hand pretty bad and it was better not to use it. It was a good time to catch up on some needed sleep.
Too painful to type much ....


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Sunday, August 27, 2017

Long, Hard Day


Ever had a really long and hard day? I did today. Got a nasty cut on one finger - damn! That will slow me down a little.....

Carter continues to improve but Thomas may need to see a doctor - he has been under the weather and I worry.... 

that's it. The weather has been beautiful. 


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Friday, August 25, 2017

For What It's Worth.....Missing Weng

Hello Reflective Readers,

How much personal information is ok to remember, to put to paper? Largely this blog, since I have returned to it, has been more of a personal diary than anything else. Something that I have chosen to share. Minus the real deep pain that we all know at least once in our lives. Generally I feel comfortable musing about the state of our country, the day to day events of my little family's life - even the local events that affect us all. 

Nearly 10 years ago I started a blog, inspired by the simple ramblings of a man who had beat the odds and walked the walk of a more simple life. My writings were filled with the love and wonder of my wife and children. Now, looking back I see that they were often too simplistic and pointed out only the better parts, often leaving the growing fires of change and shifting values submerged below the joys of the day to day. I was guilty of  not believing what was going on. Blinded by love and forcing out ..........

I miss Weng. She has left us all. The person that I knew as Weng and the person that the children knew as Mom is gone. She slowly faded away to be replaced by a person whose values left behind the simple family bond of 'third world' love and understanding in exchange for the more materialistic and self centered life that we, as a society, have developed over the last couple of generations.

I miss Weng. The easy laugh and the brilliant smile that I often see in my children. The casual nature and the appreciation of a working washing machine. The wide eyed look of wonder as she watched me work, of our travels and the smells of her cooking that filled our little valley. I cry a lot  feeling and thinking of what has left our lives. Perhaps a reflection of the growing meanness that has taken root in our country. I dont know. 

Two words - Family First. Those are the defining words. The transformational words.  Being True to values is not easy work. 

Weng has left us all and Rowena has fully arrived. I wish her well, really, and I hope that she finds satisfaction in her life and the type of happiness that she desires and deserves. She has chosen a different path. That happens every day - people marry and half of them then divorce. And all have their reasons. Nothing in life happens without a cost. The questions are - who pays for it and what are the type of costs to those who pay? The world is full of money, it has been around since civilization has and will be around after we are dead. True love only lasts a lifetime. What is more precious?


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Angel From Montgomery
I am an old woman named after my mother
My old man is another child that's grown old
If dreams were lightning thunder was desire
This old house would have burnt down a long time ago
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go
When I was a young girl well, I had me a cowboy
He weren't much to look at, just free rambling man
But that was a long time and no matter how I try
The years just flow by like a broken down dam.
Make me an angel that flies from Montgom'ry
Make me a poster of an old rodeo
Just give me one thing that I can hold on to
To believe in this living is just a hard way to go

Thursday, August 24, 2017

Thomas John & Carter Back To School Registeration

Hello Believers In Education,

Education is the future - not only of the United States but also of mankind. The political events of the last several days have demonstrated that the man who stole our presidency does not believe in science, education, equality, unity, fairness, peace or compassion. Fully 2/3rds of the people of this nation believe that, yet he is the most powerful man in the history of this planet.

The horrible cuts to public education are not far off. Ask any teacher. So, what does that mean to our children. Ask them.

Thomas John and Carter attend a progressive arts and science public school. They and their classmates are gifted and the cutting edge of tomorrow. They should be paid to attend school. These children are a gift to humanity. Yet....... just for fees to attend tax payer supported education it was necessary to pay nearly $500.00. 

Why is that? Easy answer. We spend, as a country, $6,850,000.00 PER MINUTE ON THE MILITARY.   Really.    (

And for what?  Follow the money. Time to wake up, talk to your family
your friends and your elected leaders. 
Pissed? You bet I am, I am a conscientious father.

Not all news is good news but only we can change that.


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Wednesday, August 23, 2017

Into The Unknown

Morning Readers

It is another lovely day here west of Portland, Oregon. Our little home is filled with the peaceful feel of the first light of day. Mr. Brooks is the easiest going dog on the planet I think sometimes. A couple of days ago the parts arrived to repair a couple of things that really need to be fixed - my laptop and the Batmobile. Now, the only thing needed is the time to do the work! I can hear the neighbors rooster clearly, louder than the comforting sound of the washing machine. My laptop is old but it is a good one. A Dell Precision. But only good if it works! And to work I must work on it. I dont mind the work - it is an unknown (to me) job - removing the case and scratching my head, moving my fingers..... but, it is something that you must complete once you start or...... "jee wizz, where does that thing go?"
The Batmobile on the other hand, while still a voyage into the unknown, is more familiar space. Again, once started the work must be completed. Figure 4 or 5 hours of grease and grunting. New front struts and rear shocks. New front brakes and rotors. They are old, and, while still working well, need to be replaced before I will permit Thomas John to begin driving it to school every day on route to getting his drivers licence. He bought the Batmobile with earnings from his work at the theater and the roadhouse. It is a 1989 Geo Metro. Some people laugh at the old Metros but what do they know? It runs great, has only 80,000 original miles, looks respectable and gets 40 miles to the gallon in town!

Yikes! My 15 minutes are nearly up. Today Carter goes to her counselor. Francis returns to the dentist and gets new eyes glasses as well. Thomas is a little under the weather and is going to stay home, do a bit of teenage room clean up. I am doing paperwork for the upcoming divorce and working at the Roadhouse, going to the bank, preparing for school and, if I can find any extra time, working on the firewood. Ok, the washer has completed its cycle and its time to make breakfast. 


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Tuesday, August 22, 2017

All The Things That Make Being A Single Father Challenging Super Hard Work

Good Morning!

The biggest thing about being a single father of 3 school age children is never having any time for yourself! Between working for money, all of the domestic work, getting the home ready for the upcoming winter, taking to children to all of the endless meetings, doctor/counselor appointments, school shopping, cutting and splitting firewood, working on the home remodel, going to college and taking care of the dog there is precious little time for something as simple as reading or writing this blog for 15 minutes. 

Not to mention the work preparing for divorce. I guess no one ever gets married and has children thinking that they will get divorced and have to do it all on their own. Such is life. Peoples values change and it affects those around them in various ways.

And I would do it for the rest of my life if I have to for my kids. I love my work, my schooling, working on our home but mostly I love my children. 


Actions Speak  Louder Than Words

The eclipse was great!

Monday, August 21, 2017

Eclipse 2017


Off to the eclipse with the kids! More later....

Sunday, August 20, 2017

The End Of Summer Term, Carter Helps Me At The Track

Hello All!

Wow! I am totally flabbergasted at the number of pageviews I have received in the last 12 hours! In my mind I would like to think it was more than  just people out there looking for more than just mindless entertainment...........

You know, I dont make a dime off of this blog - nothing from Google or anywhere else. I write now as an expression of the things that affect my soul - no sugar coating and no overt blame. But, yup, raw emotion....... 

Thank you for reading. I will try to keep it as interesting and informative and entertaining as I can as things evolve in the strange world of our lives. I will write of my family, the people in our lives and who we encounter, our journey, and our hopes and dreams and hardships. But, I will keep it real. I will not personify inanimate objects or spend a lot of time on spell checking. I will try to only treat people with respect but voice my opinion and let you draw your own conclusions as to who and what I refer to. Really, I  do mean that, thanks. I am getting a new computer soon and I will, once again, begin inserting photos of me, the kids and what we are up to...... and, while being considerate, I will not hold back. So hold on.....

Today was the end of my summer term. A light one compared to the last year at college. Knocking off a pre -rec necessary to getting my degrees. Physical Education!!

Carter and I went down to the athletic field and I power walked a mile, did my set ups, did my push ups and kicked ass!! I am pleased to report that I have returned to a very good physical condition. My RA is in total remission (and will remain so as long as I manage the stress of this wretched divorce and dont spend too much time with power/hand tools), my vision is great, my stamina is better than at any time in the last 10 years and my physician tells me that I have the body of a 45 year old. Too bad my face carries so many tracks of my tears. ....... 

As many of you know by now, I have adjusted to the brutally challenging life of being a single parent. I have no personal love interest, no recreational time and no commitments to any strange social groups. I work and I enjoy my work. It is with people and I make them happy. In a month I return to school full time and I cant wait!! I love going to college. 

Got to run but I will write more later tonight


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Saturday, August 19, 2017


In a hypothetical world, I wonder what folks would think of me if I hired an adolescent to go commit a crime for me? Would it matter who I was, how likeable or how self-serving I am -  would I be morally contemptible? Probably illegal as well.....

2nd Degree Criminal Mischief

If you are accused of committed criminal mischief by acting with intent to cause substantial inconvenience, you tamper with or interfere with someone else’s property, or intentionally or recklessly damage someone else’s property, and in that act you cause damage to the property that is valued at more than $100 you could face this charge.
This crime is a Class A misdemeanor. Class A misdemeanors carry a potential sentence of up to 1 year in jail and fines reaching $6250.
Ref: Oregon Rev. Stat. §164.354

The Invisible Man, Carter, The Young Begging Woman With Children & Climbing Out Of The Toilet Of Regrets

Good Morning,

The eclipse is coming to Oregon. What ever happened to 'Think Music'? Seems as though I and this whole country have aged decades since the beginning of this year. 

What happened?

My headphones are on. 'Cant Find My Way Home' is filling my head and I invite you to fill your head with it also.

Who are you readers anyway? Were you born when things mattered more? Is life so easy now that forgetting is a way of life?

Yesterday I was an Invisible Man. Playing the part of Freddy in the filming of 'Judith' I had the shit kicked out of me in an alleyway in daylight here in Portland. It took 15 takes to get every angle, every sound, every bit of spit and blood and look of fear. The movies. Only it was not an act. The pain you will see on the screen is real. The tears are shed for me and my kids and for this once kind country. Between takes I walked the street in my wardrobe of tattered sports jacket and soiled slacks, blood and sores painted on my face and body - real as the sidewalks that led me to the crosswalks filled with businessmen and judges and professionals. They did not see me. They smelled me coming and moved 3 feet sideways so they could see me less, out of this world, out of the comfortable lives they buy with the poison that fills their pockets. I drifted past those who live on the curb, in cardboard, in rusty shopping carts,  in food lines and in pain. The world of the invisible people. Can ghosts see each other? Only god knows and he does not exist for all. These creatures see a shining in every neatly ironed Brooks Bros. linen 3 piece suits. The homeless have x-ray vision that allows them to see things that monied fakers cannot - the glow of dead presidents emanating from golden plastic cards in soft leather billfolds. 

After a while the weight of all the visionless stares took a toll on me and I had to retreat to the warmth of the fake reality of the cameras and grips and sound guys in the tiny alley and get the shit kicked out of me a little more.........

All the while Kid Carter stared at fake me and fake punks through a third floor window amid the clouds of dust and piss below. Carter agreed to be my PA for a day during the shoot. That is Personal Assistant. A small emerging version of Robert DeNero and one of his countless PA's. Only very, very different. Kid Carter is headed towards a distance behind the camera that will make others cry, laugh and love with desperation. Carter carries the weight of a lonely place on her young shoulders that seems beyond the scope  of a ticking clock - searching for elusive happiness that is visible on every corner but just one step ahead.

I see this and I understand this.

Two days before we were in Wallgreens. Thomas John, Carter and I. We saw a woman standing with her babies, really, babies, on the street near Safeway. Begging. Not fake begging. Real Begging. We bought food and water for her and her babies. It was hot outside as we parked our old metro in the lot. As I  walked towards her I noticed the look on the faces of the drivers of the Lexus's, the Benz's, The Jaguars and the countless new SUV's that passed her. She was almost invisible and no one stopped to give her even a penny. I saw my hands give her the small sack of food when I was bitch slapped hard by the intensity of her sea green eyes - the compassion that she spilled out over the scene was like a fierce bolt of visible thunder that, for just one single moment, dressed her and her babies in a radiance that shook me to my core. Her clothing was old and ragged. So were her babies clothing. She was beautiful. Her babies were beautiful. Finding my voice I asked her if she had a place to stay. In a middle eastern accent she told me she was living day to day in the charity of those who had shelter to share. 

Returning to our beater car it suddenly became a giant, luxurious limo surrounded by manicured estates of food and plenty. My childrens Goodwill used clothing was now of the highest quality and I stood for a second amazed at how good we had it. Putting the key into the ignition, I turned it and - nothing. Click. Click. Click. And the ugly reality of the endless lawyer's bills flooded the inside of the car. Click.  Click.  The greed that threatened us roared from behind us. Mothers Love became the passion of possession and it shredded out heels. Click. Click. "Start, start, for the love of all, get us to the safety our home where I can gather strength to put up the good fight". Click. Click........ and the mighty Metro caught and sung out mechanical power..... we eased out past the big metal beasts, past the begging woman and her babies and returned home......

Mr. Brooks was ready for us. He is one happy soul. I have more regrets than I care to think of. You know, the cast and crew of the film thought that I was a seasoned actor. But really I was only an actor playing an actor who was playing a role of someone that he was. I can look back on my life and say, without any doubt whatsoever, that getting married and having children was the right thing and the best thing I ever did. My kids are my life and that is enough to allow me to forgive myself for turning my back on, well....... standing on the dock of my life and watching my ship of personal fulfilling career sail away without me. It was my choice, no matter how influenced by who or what condition, to give up my dreams and toil the flat-lined workings of the daily insignificance. I do not feel sorry for my regrets. I leave them behind, climb out of the toilet, shower and live as a creative father. My ship is on the horizon and headed back to our port.

Resolve is not the domain of the weak. One must carry the conviction of one's values to prevail. We do and we will.


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Friday, August 18, 2017

Lights, Camera, Action....

Movie People,

Today Freddie rises from the page to the film! After a year or so of pre-production 'Judith' is now in its final days of filming. I have been up most of the night - sleepless with my thoughts racing about the challenging condition of my families little life. Yesterday was very difficult for Carter and me. Tomorrow I will explain. Last night my mind tore up my soul with visions of what was, what could have been and the tyranny of change on a national level but more importantly on a personal level. 

Is my life now imitating my art? Will I  wind up like Freddie? A totally broken homeless man, living in a tent with a mind full of broken dreams, a shattered family and a body too damn old to start over?

Don Quixote, mount your horse......


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Wednesday, August 16, 2017

A Reflection


Sometimes I take comfort in the musings of Einstein....that in a constantly expanding universe anything is possible. I believe that and I would like to think that somewhere out there is a parallel world where I remain happily married to Weng. Where the madness of Trump is contained in a small black bottle labeled "never open". Where my and all children go to college for free and there is no need for the mindless military. Where no one on earth is hungry. 

Funny thing, most of those noble things ARE possible.
It only requires what we humans already have - peace, love, understanding and the will to be happy.  

Now, back again, Weng is no more and I hear the sound of war machines overhead in the sky where the birds and angels once flew. I pray for us all.


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Monday, August 14, 2017

Freddie, The Movies, Those Who Would Take My Children's Future Away

It is Monday Folks,

Anyone watch the news today, or yesterday? The Soul Of The South is on fire. The rise of Trump's demons has begun in earnest.

EVER WONDER WHAT IT IS LIKE TO BE HOMELESS? I was asked the other day, in a legal proceeding by an attorney, what would happen if I was unable to keep my and my childrens home here in Portland. I tried to explain that the only reason why we could afford to live here, have the kids go to great schools, live in a city so progressive with so much opportunity was because I had the foresight some 41 years ago to buy this little home and piece of land. But that was not the answer the attorney wanted to hear. You see, it was not my fault that the world outside our gates would change so much - that the wealthy would see what I had seen so long ago - the natural beauty of this area and move in masses to this backwater. Giant houses of empty space and cute things, some as big as hotels with only a couple of people living in them. Waxing their new Jaguars, BMW's, Benz's and the like...... All so neat and orderly. I do not blame them, nor do I judge them. In many ways they have been good for the area. Better roads (but SOO overcrowded), fantastic schools, incredible convenience (best money can buy) - it can influence one to be discontent with the simple things, to place money and ease of living above the true wealth of love and family........

The answer that this attorney was looking for was simple - that if I failed in my sincere efforts to keep our home then we would be homeless.


So, why is that so ironic? Also simple. For years son Francis and I have been auditioning at the annual PATA offerings. The Portland Area Theater Alliance. Many of you readers may recall that Francis is a gifted writer and academician. He is also a tremendously gifted Thespian. I started attending the PATA auditions as a support to him. But, go figure, last year, after my audition, I was contacted by a professional filmmaker and offered a role in a movie to be filmed here in Portland! How cool is that? Since spring the film has been in pre-production. Next week the filming begins. The crew has arrived from Hollywood. Yesterday we had our cast and crew launch meeting. 

I play the role of Freddy. An old man who has lost everything except his integrity. Homeless and broken financially, he lives in a tent in a homeless encampment. He is given one last chance to change his future and hopes to regain what has been taken away from him. The name of the film is 'Judith' and it is a story of a woman, who facing divorce, must find the meaning of what is important to the soul of marriage. Her adventures lead her to many walks of life seeking the answer. She saves Freddy from a vicious assault by thugs and later, in a compassionate moment, she visits his place where he gives her the answer she has been seeking.

Rehearsals have been extremely emotional. I do not talk about the place I am in my personal life. 

I will let you know how the filming goes. It is possible that Carter, Thomas and Francis will be cast as extras. What a great experience for them and their creative futures.


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Sunday, August 13, 2017

First Rain In A Long Time

Good Wet Morning,

It has not rained here in western Oregon for a couple of months. At around 3 am it began to rain. We have put a lot of time into rebuilding the house this summer and there is a lot of construction stuff/tools that are outside. Some are getting washed by the rain......

So, at around 4am I did the first load of laundry. Teenagers make a lot of dirty clothes! Then dishes. Teenagers make a lot of dirty dishes!.....

Time for Mr. Brooks.....

Make coffee and turn on the t.v.     Ouch! The racial demons have been unleashed by Donald Trump. What an ass he is. Charlotte North Carolina.   Nazis and KKK and skinheads kicking and killing. My god, and we all just sit around and let it happen.

Shame on us all.


Actions (or lack of) Speak Louder Than Words

Saturday, August 12, 2017

Slept In........

It is afternoon,

Thomas is visiting with Cholie, going rafting with friends. I am being domestic on this lovely day - cleaning the house and preparing for the laundry. I did not get to it yesterday and it is building up a bit.......

Work at the roadhouse was busy last night. A great band and loads of really happy people. It was a very, very long day and my emotional strength was at an all time low - the events of the divorce proceeding had sucked my soul very dry and I left feeling so damn empty and small. Small because I spend soo much of my time, money and soul on this endless divorce. I did not ask for it, I have not asked to put it off and off. 

Tomorrow I will write a little about it. Not out of anger or spite or meanness - rather I will write about it to help heal myself. 

But, I got home late last night from work and I slept in today until almost 7am. Well, I need to get back to it.......


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Friday, August 11, 2017

The Bone Soul Crushing Of Seperation

Late Evening,

Carter is downstairs watching Dr. Who.. I am headed that way in a couple of minutes. Today was one of the most emotional days I have had in, well, as long as I can remember. 

Then off to work after nearly 5 straight hours in a lawyers office. Work was busy. The roadhouse has a terrific reputation and it is always a healing of my soul to go to work. I love being around people and the feel of just making people happy (and getting paid for it).... As good as working for the little cinema....

Great band tonight. The joint was jumpin and the feeling was sublime. 

Got to run...


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Thursday, August 10, 2017

The Truth

Hello World,

The truth is hard. Often it is easier to just believe what you want to believe. But facts are stubborn. 

Very recently my name and my values were publically slandered by a man who has a very popular blog on RVing. Shame. He claims to know my family. He does not. Many years ago I showed him kindness, offered him shelter and acquainted him with friends of mine in Mexico. Even though he is double her age, he fell in love with my then wife. I will not ask anyone to consider her motives in cultivating their friendship, only to observe without bias their relationship. This man has made many false claims against me and and my children. I now sleep in fear that he will seek to justify his false assertions against me and my children. His blogs have recently been purged of most of his remarks. How funny is that? (fortunately, a couple of friends make screen shots of them)
This man has not had a conversation with any of my children since they were very young. He has publically lied about me and defaced my character and integrity as a parent. He lied and said I was an irresponsible gambler - a total lie! Why would he say such a thing? All of my time, money and resources go to my children, Now and always have. And since he does not live anywhere near us, and never visited us and does not write - how does he get his information? There are many family friends who are alarmed about this and the threats placed against me. Some have called for legal action. Think about it for a moment - what kind of damage does that do to someone who has been publically been accused of mistreating his own children??
I sleep in fear of my life after reading his public tirade about arming himself and doing justice to those he feels have maligned him. This man has done great harm to my children and to me.


"The Truth Shall Set You Free"


Actions Speak Louder Than  Words

Wednesday, August 9, 2017

A Very Busy Time!

Hello World,

Busy personal time......frightening time in the world. Two mad men with the power to destroy mankind are channelling pure crazy testrone overload. You can feel it everywhere.

At home we are all overworked. I have not had any time off for 18 months. It is HARD being a single father of 3 school age kids! Too much of my time and money goes to the endless divorce proceedings and the ex offers ZERO support. The kids suffer greatly. I am weary of the uncertainty in our lives. The ex left us 2 years ago.....we have paid the price for her freedom.


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Friday, August 4, 2017

Carter Takes The Stage

Good Warm Morning,

Yesterday was the hottest day in Portland's history. I made a total of six trips to ACMA - not only in hot traffic, but smokey air - the wildfires in British Columbia and Washington State have made the air here hazy and smelling of wood smoke. Thomas worked at the roadhouse in the morning at his new job, kitchen prep. He likes the work - 5 or 6 hours a week and he is very good with a knife cutting veggies and prepping food. Unlike me, Thomas is very quiet and keeps to himself. 

Carter performed on the stage last night in the Summer Theater production of 'Smile'. She was great. Like in almost every show my kids have done I attend nearly every performance. In this piece, she plays 'Little Bob'. A parent could not be more proud. This has been a very difficult year for our little family and the commitment of theater has been very, very good for Carter. 

The day begins...


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Thursday, August 3, 2017

Climate Change & My Children

Good Morning,

Our fearful leader has once again done something un-American and stupid. God, this madness seems to have no bottom! He has joined the GOP march to turn this country into a lilly white mono culture by backing proposed immigration legislation that would require all immigrants to be super smart, speak english and, in effect, believe that his blind faith leap into destruction is the American Way. 

By the way - how has the weather been where you live? Seen any bees lately? How about frogs, heard any of them? I can only hope that there are others out there talking, blogging and communicating with each other - unafraid to comment, concerned that we are killing our childrens future. Time for people to do something about what is going on instead of pretending all is ok and filling their heads with mindless visions of a world that no longer exists. 

Yea, I'm pissed off. You readers and I and our generations have dropped the ball and I, for one, am ashamed. 

"Just Do It"


Actions Speak Louder Than Words

Wednesday, August 2, 2017

Carter & Dress Rehersal

Good 4:30 am,

Yesterday it was really hot, today will be even hotter. No rain here in the Pacific NW for over 40 days. Why is that?

Carter has been going to the ACMA (Arts & Communication Magnet Acadamy) summer theater intensive course fulltime now for the last 5 weeks. 4 days a week I take her there and then pick  her up. It is a lot of driving but it is really worth it. Like most public schools there is never enough money (and why is that?) so yesterday we had to go to the local Goodwill to buy part of her costume - she plays the part of 'Little Bob' in this years production of the broadway musical 'Smile'. Performances will be this week!

Then I will have 3 weeks or so before school starts again. 3 short weeks to get a million things done around here and prepare for the coming winter. Yikes!

"No one said it would be easy,
       No one said it would be this hard....."

                          - sheryl crow

The day is starting


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Tuesday, August 1, 2017

A Hot One......

Good August First Morning,

The next week will be record breaking temperatures here in Portland, Oregon. Like 108 or better....

I think there is only one person left in America who does not really believe in Man Caused Climate Change. And he is only getting richer by the second........


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