Damn. It seems I have aggravated something in my foundation vertebrae once again. I guess I have been pushing too much. My right and left thigh will suddenly erupt in a pain that feels like a dog bite. I have learned to stop yelling when this happens, because it makes me look so stupid when I start screaming for apparently no reason. I get waves of numbness in my right leg. Often nothing hurts but my spine. So I am seeking some new path, since I am not on a cane, and much better off than I was before surgery, as to head off another episode of pain and surgery, like I did last spring. The place I am going claims that they can heal damaged discs without surgery or steroid shots. We will see. I have a lot of active life yet to live.
Better get busy finding and defining your personal drone port. Fortunately I reasoned through this futuristic concept years ago and created a landing area for drones. See the cleared area to the right as seen on Google Earth?
Notice also the ringed in area that is protected? I am read for some drones baby.
I expect my first pizza delivery in the fall of 2017.
This is all located just steps from the proposed Duke Hunnicutt Port Authority to be built on my creek.
This is a Ron's world This is a Ron's world But it would be nothing,nothing Without a women or a girl
[verse 1:] You see, Ron made the car To take us over the road Ron made the train To carry the heavy load Ron made the electrolight To take us out of the dark Ron made the boat full of water Like noah made the arc
This is a Ron's,Ron's,Ron's world But it would be nothing, nothing Without a women or a girl
[verse 2:] Ron thinks about little bit of baby girls and a baby boys Ron make them happy Cos Ron make them toys And after Ron make everything Everything he can You know that Ron makes money To buy from other man
This is a Ron's world But it would be nothing, nothing Not one little thing Without a women or a girl
He's lost in the wilderness He's lost in bitterness
I finally made it to Ginnie Springs yesterday with my nephew. It is one hell of a spring indeed. Water comes gushing out about 45 feet down in a cavern. The water is clear, cool and drinkable. The is a bared door keeping us from going any further.
From this gushing hole a sizable cavern has been carved. This is one of the entrances to the cavern. Outside the water pools and this spills over to the Santa Fe River.
If I were a rich man, November 15th would be the time that I would bid farewell to the long latitudes and take up residence at around 17 degrees north on St Croix. There is a lot going on this time of year down on the island. Goodbye to bitter cold until my return in time for The Masters in April.
But I am not a rich man so let me fill you in on some poor man deals.
Quite by accident the other day I was craving protein. I pull into a McDonalds drive in and ordered a double hamburger. "That will be a $1.07"
What? Only a dollar?
They hand me a sizable little burger packed with two regular burgers and it hit the spot. For one frigging dollar. All that food!
Second deal, I'm in need of a winter jacket. So while in Walmart I find a damn nice warm winter jacket, with hood, for $29.00. My Tuesday bar tab is $29. $29 for all that warmth.
Next time, I see the card board sign, I know I can change a homeless persons day for $30.
That’s wReggie with a silent “W” like Wrangler, wrench, write and wrong, and now new and improved with a lower case “w” with all the cutting edge sophistication of eBay or iPhone. Some words need a "W" like "one". What's that about?
I love to travel and observe the world. I married my teenage sweetheart who is still my first wife. I guess you can call me an animal lover too with 4 border collies, 3 horses, two cats, 21 chickens and one Brine Shrimp. I have a deep love and respect for bacon and club sandwiches and take convenience of gravity for granted.
Finally, I love to laugh.