just a post

Well, this is. Incredibly, February 10th. 26. I’ve been having thoughts this morning about. The world, what’s going on? I think people ought to get together, just try a little harder. I had to take mygrandaugher to school. at7:30. And my daughter is sick. Took her over some medicine. Now I’m at home. Still morning. About 10:50. I’m kind of staring at the screen and trying figure out what’s right. It’s so hard to dictate. Which I’m doing since I don’t type very well anymore. The United States is a good country. And great people. People that I know are mostly hard workers, and they live pretty good middle-class lives. I think the kids at the Olympics. We’re a little upset. And I guess some people are. But we can always vote. I think our own lives are entwined together. And I think we all have our feelings. We all feel happy or sad. Just wanting to have a good day. We have the good and the bad. And what else am I going to do today? My cell phone went totally dead on me last night. The dreaded phone lost. What do you do in your life that is in there? So I’ll take it down to the computer place today, and I think it’s just the battery myself. But it’s always a dread to lose your phone or for your screen to go black. And it was kind of one of those mornings. I got up, and I was going to write something in Word, and said, “Well, you have to prove that you have Word on.” And so, I had to prove that, and it was kind of a hassle. When you do things online, there are so many hurdles to overcome. You have to bring your computer up. Figure out what’s wrong with it. Write something. Pertinent. I don’t normally write like this in my blog. You know, I write stories and different things like that. And actually, my sites are getting fairly large. And I should fix the menu. I have so many things. I like to talk about barnstormers. And the airplanes in general. And then in this blog. That’s funny, my wife tells me on the 30-minute timer. For different reasons, and I always cheat on it. I let it go off; it’s set for 30 minutes, and I usually hang on as long as I can before she yells at me. Some of this does'nt make sense, I just don't have much time with the timber to correct and grammerly has been crap latley.

ric