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Is happening, right now.  Has been decided, but I just don't know.  There's the elections, the protesting going on where I grew up, and then my oldest son. 

I've typed and deleted, and typed and deleted, typed and deleted every morning now, for the last 4 months.  Here, there, everywhere.  It's out there.  An hour every morning, to where I almost feel like I could do this as a 'job'. It's damn sure not 'art'. 

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Here it is, a week later and not one thing of those three listed above has turned out the way I thought it would, and prepared for. I saw the signs, but ignored them.  I can't help but wonder, what else am I missing? 

I look towards the internet for a bit of guidance, it's never failed me before, right?  ha!  

Actually, I take that back. I've 'met' some very good and kind and interesting people online, a meeting of the minds, and for that I'm thankful.  Also, it rained during the night. Not enough to put out any fires, but at least it settled the dust a bit here in town. 

Still reading along, and peeking thru the windows..

 

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Comment by Julie Johnson on December 11, 2016 at 9:31am

Been trying to read in depth and between the lines on this water stuff up Nort'.  It's the beginning of winter, we all knew this was coming.  I think, 'they' are going to use the dams to raise the water and flood the camps out, come Spring.  Call me Cassandra. 

Been using that blurb about Fargo, that tr ig wrote to think some more about these 'memoirs'.  That, and I loved that little Lawrence Welk clip that Cheshire put put up.  Today is Sunday, here on my side of the windows.  Just went and had breakfast with Mamaw.  She's talking about dying soon.  Well, my gosh.  She is in her 90's.  It happens.  It could happen to any body before her though, you know?  I'm sorta tired of hearing about it.  I told her that, too.  In a nice way.  Everybody dies, sooner or later.  It's how you live, that counts. 

Heading over to the Steps House, here in a little bit.  We'll be giving him a ride to work, instead visiting on the 'stoop'.  You can google it you want, it's there.  I think, the way it goes is you do 90 meetings, 90 days and then up a step to a different house.  If it takes a year to do those 90 days, that's what it is.  And, your rent has got to be caught up, also. 

Comment by Julie Johnson on December 11, 2016 at 9:33am

*put, put*

What? 

That was a written stutter.  You all have fun out there, and be careful!  bbl...

Comment by Carole Dixon on December 11, 2016 at 9:44am

From a report I read and trust, the Native Americans requested the flooding. Yes, they have to move camp, but it also precludes further drilling. Of course this same source is saying there is direct manipulation of the weather there as well, creating this terrible snowstorm.  Of all the modern conspiracies, this weather manipulation stuff still remains on a far horizon, not yet a belief of mine. I try not to hop too

far into conspiracies. I like to connect dots. I have the personality of one of those people who believe in conspiracies. But I also was born with an insistent skeptic voice inside my head. I also try not to go there - chem trails, weather manipulation, 9/11 conspiracies. Where will it get me? Angrier, with less and less people taking me seriously. As the youngest child, I sometimes have an overwhelming need to be taken seriously while at the same time, also willing to be a fool.

julie, you got me rambling. Good morning.

Comment by Alysa Salzberg on December 11, 2016 at 5:11pm

Love your photo and I love your writing. I don't get here as much as I'd like to, but I hope the next time I'm back, there will be more posts from you.  You really are an unusual, beautiful voice.

Comment by Julie Johnson on December 12, 2016 at 3:12am

ALysa!  Hello!  Thank you!  Always makes me feel good to see your words. 

Carol, you read the Natives requested it?  That would make sense and save face on both sides, wouldn't it?  There was a pretty good article in yesterday's paper, about how it's turned into a small town up there, the different personalities of people that have left their homes and their jobs and their families to be part of the movement. 

Comment by Julie Johnson on December 12, 2016 at 4:06am

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It is POURING down rain, right now in East TN.  Still haven't gotten a new pump for the fish pond, just been scooping and stirring a bit.  GB caught one the other day, and it looked healthy.  But, this will be GOOD for replenishing the water.  Not so good for the yards and the wild fires.  They need a soaky rain.  I do wonder sometimes, where all this is going, but then again I try to stay in the moment when things change.  I notice some times when people come and go.  It's not so much their words, as their presence.  When I worked at the Radio and TV Equipment place, when I was in my late teens / early 20's there was a guy there that was into Ham radio.  So, always I imagine these voices coming in over the air.  When there was dial up, I could hear the background sometimes.  That helped with the illusion of connecting.  Last week, one of the bills that I pay with the computer, the web site messed up and charged my bank account 4 X extra.  I would have caught it the next day, but I had let my guard down with these electronic appliances.  We still have a landline, but rarely use it.  I'm thinking, dammit.  Why did I stop using it to pay my bill?  I know why.  It's easier, and you're already on here, anyway.  That was an expensive message.  And, probably another reason I've been acting so damn paranoid around here.  Here, meaning here and there.  I mean, think about it.  Having 'jail people' read your mail every day, looking for key words just in case, and all it is, is a bunch of drunken drama.  There was nothing anyone could profit by, in any way shape or form, so at least I didn't have that to 'worry' about, when they were reading in and recording our phone calls. 

Comment by Julie Johnson on December 12, 2016 at 4:18am

Did I mention that I caught my husband's socks on fire the other day?  It was an accident, I swear! 

Comment by Julie Johnson on December 13, 2016 at 5:31am

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Hit and miss, hit and miss.  Some days it works, and some days it doesn't.  My name is Julie Johnson, and I am an over explainer. 

Keiko wrote a story the other day, about counting.  I do, do that.  I tend to go with odd numbers.  3, 5, 7 and a baker's dozen.  I know that Time is a man made conscript, but I still watch the clock and divide my day up into segments.  If I don't watch myself, I will loose total track of time.  Time, is what keeps me tethered to the earth.  I do miss my little campfires, so I can 'think'.  As far as I can tell from the google, the open burn ban is still in effect until later on this week.  So, no smoke signals for you!  

Comment by Carole Dixon on December 13, 2016 at 10:42am

Over explainer isn't funny. Some of my worst marital problems stem from husband's perspective that I over explain. Which I feel is my due, to communicate why, how come, etc. it really hurts my feelings when he will not listen to what I say.

i listened to a song last night that said our breath is a sacred clock. Very cool concept.

I went almost a year without a fire because you don't burn anything up here in the summer and fall and we didn't have a fireplace until we moved. It was a great loss to not be able to stare into the flames. I believe it is an innate need. Now, we have a huge fireplace. Fires everyday. Life is good.

Comment by Julie Johnson on December 14, 2016 at 5:35am

Except then, you have to chop the wood!

sorry, I couldn't help myself.  Think 'princess bride'.  I'm still hearing about those damn socks.  You'd think I did it on purpose.  I don't know, I guess it could have been subliminal.  We're way way buried deep in a thread now, heheh.  I love men, but I don't really 'like' them sometimes.  Being raised 'army' by my dad, with hardly any women around for years I was more or less expected to 'follow orders', not get in the way, yet be helpful and self sufficient.  I know stuff, and I'm not stupid.  Willfully ignorant, maybe.  If it keeps the peace.  My GB is 5 years younger than me. When we got together, he had never been married, never had children and was expected to take care of his elderly parents the rest of their lives.  His dad died in our first year together, but his momma lives next door!   She did NOT want him to get married.  Especially to some damn yankee with 2 children and a crazy ex.  She knew of my ex, because one of the cousins worked with him, and she asked.  Firemen love to gossip.  Anyway, that was 20 years ago and we've sort of made our peace, me and her.  'Sort of' being the key word.  She loves to 'dig', and you know old Southern women.  They're good at it.  So good.  She actually 'cackles' like a witch, when she gets me good.  

I googled that 'breath is a sacred clock'.  VERY interesting links, thank you! 

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