aha - bet some of you expected a political article - NOT. My little brain can not go there. Although it has a left and a right side, it has been letting me down a little as of late. The old saying - left hand does not know what the right one is doing sort of applies.

Best explanation example of the week? emmmm ok …

Looking into the viewfinder of my camera with my left eye ( the one I always use) I can not see the meter anymore. Change to the right eye and there it is. After an eye exam where they pronounced me as having great vision and a prescription with a slight change in reading glass off I go. I look into the viewfinder, same deal. Wow, what a smart camera I have it knows not to show the meter for my left eye just to irritate me? It likes my right eye better I guess - NOT. I use a few internet eye test and decide that I still have great vision only it is a contrast problem yup that is it - like when you turn the monitor settings way crazy so you have to really try hard to read the letters because of the lack of contrast between white and black. Try it and see - it is wracked when it is your eye and not the monitor.

Adaptation is one thing I have learned in the last few years - I am constantly adapting to the point of being tired of adapting. So, being the little trouper that I think I am, I now use my right eye to adjust the settings and my left one to compose the photo. Why? seems my right eye does not get what a good composition is or it does not speak the same language as my brain - oh wells for now it is working.

But of course - my little brains circulation has once again gone on strike - hopefully for only a few seconds as the living cells in in such close confines of their home (my brain) really do not enjoy loneliness and if this keeps up they few remainders will miss conversing with their dead buddies. Brain gossip is a good thing - really - it is.

Ok back to the eye - MRI is scheduled to investigate my brain further -  until then . …

The good thing today is that I found a great new pair of boots to hike about in. Last weekend my old trusty pair seen here in an earlier shot:

finally  broke down and stopped doing what boots should do - keeping ones feet safe from damages. I did not notice the total break down until I had walked over 7 miles. I should have realized something was up as I did have to keep tightening the laces often and my feet seemed hot. But nope not I and my little brain we just kept hiking and noticed all the blisters later when we decided, my brain and I to take off our socks and look.

Well my new boots seem to fit ( since  I have very little sensation in my feet I guess they do) and the cool part is that the lower part where they lace have eyelets where the lace runs through them and they do not have to be hooked each time, the opening is easy to get my feet into, the pull tab is actually in a place where it is easy to pull and get the heel of the boot onto my feet ( you no some are way to high on the boot to work),  although heavier than my last pair they are not too heavy, and woo hoo they have a higher ankle top so I walk easier in them.

Well that is all for now from my little brain and I - we are getting tired.

Ideas as to the meaning of the lyrics of this video are numerous. Is it about a dying woman? At first I thought it was about someone dying of cancer. Then the verse ” And someone’s little girl was taken from the world tonight, Under the Stars and Stripes.” along with the video leads me to believe it is about carrying the message of a dead soldier home? This is disputed by many because it is assumed that the soldier is a man - ummm now if the soldier was a lesbian . …

However you interpret it is a moving song.

Somethings are worth sharing.

The noisy, through the wall boom boom booming, smokers of stuff that can only be described as burning skunk pee, door slamming, visitors at all hours, next door neighbors are moving!!!!!!! Yes the very same ones that were the cause of opening my front door to see why the dogs were barking and find the canine unit in full garb looking over my back fence. Seems one of em next door was wanted.

Can not tell the some of us in the hood are happy can we?

Ever wonder why there is a push to outlaw tobacco smoking in townhouses with common walls while there is (and believe me here) nothing you can do if someone smokes crack ( or pot) next door and feels your home up with smoke through the exhaust vents?

I have spent more money on protecting my wireless systems from hacking even changing the system I was using from one modem to another . … another you have to believe me here again, if someone really wants to mess with your wireless access they can and will. Short of going back to hard wiring your pretty much in a bind.

Because when you live in a neighborhood where gangs and guns, and ghetto birds are the norm you learn fast that the police department is not your friend. When 10 or more young people can sit in the back of your truck and when asked to please get out - tell you ” ______ you honkey B—–, it’s our truck now - the police can do nothing. When going out to dump your trash into the garbage can and your not allowed to get to it - the police can do nothing.

So, I have learned, learned by experience, that your are on your own.