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The World Line of the Horizon Star

Some would say I was a lost man in a lost world

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Montecristo Captain Quixote

Conquering the unexplored jungle that was my front yard.

It was a beautiful sunny day today, as is typical for the late Northern California spring. The sky was host to a few white cumulus clouds and the temperature reached about 80° F, which is good weather for yard work. I came inside at around 6:00. Since noon I have been attacking my atrocious front yard. It was horribly overgrown and I have been neglecting it. I cleaned up quite a lot of it, but there is still much that could be done to it. I filled my yard waste bin. It's too bad they picked up yard waste this morning and I missed it. I should have done this yesterday. I guess I will have to whip the yard into shape in installments. I cut the grass and did the trimming and cut back the bushes growing along the sidewalk. I still have a large patch of golden poppies growing around/on the treestump in my yard, and I still don't have any idea what to do with them. They're so neat, it seems a shame to cut them, especially since it would only expose an old bare rotting treestump anyway, but I'm not sure how to get the other weeds out of them so that they will look really nice. At any rate, the improvements may cause the neighbors to begin to suspect that a civilized man lives here again, or at least the yard will stop giving any Viet Nam vets who drive past nasty flashbacks. The muscles in my arms are a tad sore, and a little shaky. I picked up some sun, but I don't think I burned any. My genetics is rather sun-resistant, for a white guy. I don't burn easily, and hardly ever badly, when I do. I am dotted here and there with little grass and weed flakes and snippets. I smell of sweat and chlorophyll and gasoline.

Actually, I surprised myself. Since the Thursday before last I have been suffering from what I suspected was a pinched nerve in my back. My back has "gone out on me" about three times in my life before. Usually it is some sort of sprain originating in the lower right quadrant which leaves me flat on my back for two or three days, and it hurts when I move. This time it was different. This time, whenever I have been standing or lying flat on my back, I get pain in that region which runs down my right leg, feeling like someone is trying to twist my leg off. As a result, over the past week and a half, I haven't gotten lots of sleep. I haven't been able to lie on my back at all. I sleep for about four or five hours curled on my side and then it gets too much to stand, so I have to get up and sit at my desk for awhile. Strangely enough, sitting upright is the most comfortable position for me lately. Fortunately, it seems to be getting a lot better in the last couple of days. I managed to go out and work myself silly in the yard today without it bothering me and without the necessity of limping around. I suspect that it's gone, and good riddance.

There's something good about being tired after putting in a day of physical labor. It's a satisfying kind of feeling, pitting oneself against the forces of entropy. I look at my yard and get a sense, in a small way to be sure, that I have pushed back the jungle and broadened the frontiers of civilized space. Perhaps I will sleep the sleep of the righteous tonight. That would be nice, as it's back to work tomorrow.

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You'll get arrested if you pull those poppies. That is the California State flower.

The back thing sounds like sciatica.

Far beit from me to be a Phillistine and uproot the state flower!

Yes, I was aware that the golden poppy is the state flower. I suspect that the law pertains only to poppies growing on public lands, and not those growing on private property, although I am in no hurry to pull them myself as they are beautiful flowers and I have quite a patch of them.

As for the back thing, well, whatever it is seems to be well on its way out, which is fine with me. Your term for the problem has provided me with a few pages of interesting reading on Wikipedia. Thanks!

I've been kind of curious as to how things have been going with you lately. You haven't written in a while. I hope things are good for you and the ladies.

I will write you on our TOP SECRET account.

did you throw out montecristo's back?

is it recurring with that yard work?

can't you kidnap him and keep him as one of your working kept men, whatever the term is in French?

Game man is that going to be a game!! Tomorrow..

I like that kind of sleep.

Are you back in tip-top shape?

I love physical labor. If you can't have something emotionally satisfying, physical labor is the next best thing. When it comes to your own yardwork, you get the next best thing.

I remember working at a post office when I was 19. I lost 35 pounds in 6 months due to all the lugging of the mail sacks in the production center.

Yard work is good stuff... I've been doing some planting myself, and enjoying it immensely. I also took over mowing the lawn (thank God we have a riding mower or I'd collapse from heatstroke due to my medications and how they affect me) for Bob, too. It's been fun, and I like the feeling of satisfaction when I see that things look better.

Yeah you! INCREASING CIVILIZED SPACE! I would like to see those golden poppies... how about a nice digital pic and you post it here sometime, eh?

I must say, though, giving vets flashbacks to Vietnam makes your yard sound like a major disaster area... a little melodrama, hmm?? hee hee!

That back... SCIATICA!!! "Got chiropractic?" :) Be good to yourself with that, you won't be a young 'un forever!

Hope you are well, pop into yahoo sometime :)


Please read the book Ishmael, by Daniel Quinn.

Okay, I keep coming to your journal to read it almost every time you post a comment to libertarianism. I finally had to add you after the critique of the essay recently posted there.

I only wish you would elaborate in your own journal on some of the things you write there. :-)

I smell of sweat and chlorophyll and gasoline.
I think you may on to a male cologne, just a bare hint of vanilla.

Props for the physical yardwork wrangling.

I did some soil amend adding and some transplanting. The early morning or late, sun is getting brutal down here in Southern California.

I wish you a good week. Isn't it something to see france all blued up for the game tomorrow? I am so hoping for a classic game. However we are working at the airport tomorrow many of us, new shift begins and unless I can pull some gig looking for IED;s and bombs in the airport bar I may not catch much of the game.

When are you marrying emma b? Or you should get yourself over yonger to Paris eh?

cheers teal91

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