Random bullshit

It has been a couple of weeks since I posted anything and it came close to not happening again today. While living in BFE has its advantages (no close neighbors, no traffic, being able to pee in the yard) it does have disadvantages as well the main one today being extremely slow internet service. Some folks are bragging about their 4G coverage while I am just hoping to have some data coverage.

Anyway, I am here today to ramble about whatever I feel is important. Well at least important to me. First, the wood cutting continues and I now have a mountain of firewood. All  that needs to happen is for some folks out there needing wood to come haul it away. So far some have showed interest but no one has showed up with a truck. I don't cut or spilt wood when it is cold so if they are waiting for a cold spell and some help they will be working alone. Procrastinate at your own risk folks.

Lily Lu continues to grow and has become a real joy to be around most of the time. She has decided she is people and shows no interest in dog food. She is around the table at meals hoping for any left over food from our plates. She has learned her name but thinks we just say it so she will have another reason to run away from us. She runs for no reason other than the joy of  running and most days I say in my Forest Gump voice; "I just felt like running!" She goes nowhere at 100 miles an hour. When she is done we often get the following pose.



 



Since I am on the subject of attractive young ladies here is a picture of three lovely ladies who live in Rushville with their parents John and Mandie Sutor.

 

In the order they appear in the photograph, Vannessa, Johnnie and Audrey. They were recently preparing for the first day of school and pre-school. Pre-school is a concept my mother probably would have loved about 55 years ago. No pre-school or kindergarten for Bodine. Just off to first grade at age six to spend years in school buildings with my name under the list for those who were unfit to attend recess. Could explain why being locked in buildings with felons during my working career never bothered me. The girls are wonderfully behaved and a joy for their respective teachers. Must be the influence of their remarkable parents.

 

Our favorite bar Buddes recently held a beer versus wine tasting event. Carol and Pam had to woman the wine table and left Greg and I in charge of their purses. We wanted to sample some beers so we took the purses along. I have to questions for you dear readers. 1. Do you like my coy over the shoulder, come hither look? 2. Does Carol's purse make my ass look big?

 

The other thing I hope this picture says it that there is no level of thing I do that will cause me any shame. I will live life on my terms and if you like it that's okay. If you don't like it that is okay too. You liking or not liking what I do is not going to change anything.

 

 

 

 

Finally for  today I believe strongly in karma. You get back in life what you put out. Sure life will smack you in the head from time to time but that isn't because you did something wrong, it is just one of those tests. If you handle it then maybe things will turn around and if you don't you may get more until you see the light and change your ways. We are done for today, now go do the right thing and be kind to someone.

 

 

Motorcycling

I don't remember ever having a bad day on a motorcycle. Some haven't gone as well as hoped, but they were still good days. Recently my good friend Mike Blythe was back in BFE and we had the opportunity to ride together a few times. I openly admit that given my own devices I would rarely go ride with a group. This was a notable and glorious exception. It seems to me that when I ride I am rarely going anywhere. It is just me and Carol and the open road. So when we see a road that looks interesting or a place to stop and wander a bit we can do so and not feel like we are holding anyone else from something they would rather see or do. If we hadn't gone riding with Mike we never would have discovered the taste treat that is Davis Bros. Pizza. It is simply thin crust pizza at its finest. So, Mike, I will ride with you anytime. I am hoping the spring trip goes off as planned and we can spend a day or two on the open road.

I have always looked at motorcycles as a mode of transportation. Others see them as works of art. I marvel at times at their creations.

I don't know if this motorcycle could be ridden but she is a beauty to behold. Yes, I referred to the motorcyle as "she". I am a straight man and for me all beauty takes a female form and gender. I am an unashamed sexist pig. DILLIGAF!

 

I enjoy riding with Carol but when I look at the picture above there is another girl I would love to take along. The bundle of joy we call Lily Lu. Can't you just picture this sweet girl on the open road with us?

 



In contrast to my earlier statement that I prefer not to ride as a part of a group I did find a motorcycle gang that I would join. I think based on my age and the amount of pain riding causes now I qualify for immediate membership.

 

 

Finally, if you wonder why I ride, and will until I am no longer physically able, this picture should answer the question. Everytime I ride I feel like this. Somewhere deep inside, in a place no adult talks about, is a little kid. We hold him down and clean up his behavior to be socially acceptable. Every now and then those of us who own and ride mototcycles let him out to smile as we ride down the road. Reliving the days of our first tricycle or bicycle ride. The wind in our hair and if we are lucky our best buddies to one side and our best girl on the back. No longer an adult just a big goofy kid out having some fun with his friends. Smiles on our faces and bugs in our teeth.