Well, 

here are some screen grabs for you

St. Patrick

 It's that time of year again, the "Ole Reenforcin O' the Stereotypes" 

So, Before you even attempt to find a Leprechaun you better start by finding a good lawyer first!  There are many law firms out there that already have pre-written contracts to protect you in case you should happen to acquire a Leprechaun.

Now the law firms don’t go out of their way to advertise this service out of fear of retaliation by the Wish Giving Community. But if you go in, state your intended purpose and don’t resemble a Genie or Leprechaun, most of these firms will be more than happy to work with you in exchange for a few gold pieces.

You got your contract in hand, maybe even a lawyer in your party. What next?  Don’t make the mistake of being drunk! A lot of people celebrate the day by drinking green beer but don’t make that mistake. If you do, a Leprechaun could literally talk you into anything. Even sex! If that happens, you will NEVER live that down. Believe me on this.

Instead, let bottles of beer set out so that Leprechauns drink it! They’re easier to catch when they let their guard down. There’s even a story about a Leprechaun being caught from behind while taking a lengthy beer pee. If you try this method, you may want to wear some sort of rain gear.

Showering that morning with Irish Spring soap and having Lucky Charms for breakfast will help you maintain a low profile while you’re out on your search!

The wearing of the green may be helpful in your search. Your lawyer should also dress in a similar manner. Don’t let them wear a business suit, you don’t want your personal lawyer to scare the Leprechauns away. They are not stupid! Also, the green outfits can provide good camouflage while searching within a deep forest.

You will never take this photo

 

You will never be able to take a photograph like this, ever.

First, no one is allowed to smoke inside of Grand Central Station anymore so you won't get the light rays to look like that, and second, all the skyscrapers outside Grand Central Station now block the sunlight. You'd have to knock down the buildings around Grand Central Station to photograph something like this.

O, well.

Well, Here I go again with this internet deal.

 Ok, 

So Im going to try to update this almost every day.

We've taken up canning and have quite a few jars of stuff.

I've also started baking, and am into sourdough. 

Here is one of my loaves, Very good with Kerrygold butter.

There is my starter on the middle shelf in that picture above. 

When canning, you.  put a ring on the jar during the process, and take it off when done. 

My starter is the only one to still have a ring. 

Middle shelf. One ring. One ring to rule them all. So my starter is

Frodough.

Deer I've seen Geocaching.

 

Here are a bunch of deer I've seen while geocaching. They don't seem to care that I'm around.

Just call me Pops

 well, Here she is, a little bundle of joy   Juniper Marie.  

Here she is looking at me for the very first time

 

Poppy Time!

 Mary planted Poppy seeds inside, and this is what she grew!

Feeling great.

 Well, I’m back up and about. I can walk without walker or cane. Which is GREAT!  

Opening a can of worms

 Well I really did it.  Yesterday morning about 6:30 Mary came into the living room with a cup of coffee that she made in our Keurig one cup thing. She showed me how she could remove the aluminum foil lid and take out the coffee grinds ant the little cup was just about perfect for planting seedlings. I thought this was such a great idea, I went and posted this image and the idea that used K cups can be repurposed as seedling planters  on the gardening forum on Reddit.

As of 5 AM Saturday, January 23 that post has over 4000 likes, five Internet awards and over 300 comments.  Do you think the people on the gardening discussion group like the idea? Well if you thought yes, you're almost right. There are some that I thought was a good idea and a way to reuse the little plastic cups instead of just throwing them out. But it took about eight minutes after I posted that idea for the conversation to devolve into an argument about how environmentally and ethically unsound it is to use K cups in the first place. Apparently to some only Satan uses K cups when he entertains Hitler for an early morning coffee klatch. Many of the commenters told me to throw away my Keurig and steep my coffee in a cotton sock that I can wash and reuse because only a bastard would use single coffee pods. Some even went so far to say I should never drink coffee because it subjugates the indigenous peoples of Sumatra and Columbia, and every sip of coffee forces a child into slave labor in the coffee mines. Other, kinder souls wanted to help by offering suggestions such as instead of K cups I can use empty egg cartons or the cardboard from toilet paper rolls to start seedlings, all I have to do is put dirt in them.  

I find it amusing that I am being schooled by a bunch of people who were sitting in soiled diapers when I got my first email address. I'm not ashamed or embarrassed about my ecological footprint I have an overwhelming love of the outdoors, and I don't understand how anyone can see nature and not realize they are looking at the hand of God. So only a monumental fool would think that I would be shamed into changing my lifestyle over something like throwing away a used K-cup.

The 2021 Garden so far

 Here it is, the beginning of our  Garden   I’m gonna start growing vegetables inside with grow lights . So,   From the top we have broadleaf sage onions chives bouquet dill cilantro bib lettuce black Simpson lettuce and white paris lettuce  

Just begin again

So I'm going to start this again.

Let's see if I a still good at this.

 

So what? Now I’m not to touch my face?
That’s bullshit.
Sometimes I like touching my face.
Sometimes I like smooshing my face.
And sometimes I wanna claw off my face like the guy in “Poltergeist” did.
Like in the supermarket, yesterday when a woman tried paying for a cart full of shit with her iPhone.
Not with an app, but by handing over her phone with a *picture* of a credit card on a table and announcing, there’s my card, use that

It’s been a long time

It’s been a long time
 Since my last post here because it’s difficult to be creative when you’re in so much pain, which I have been unfortunatelY.
 Seems like my knees I’ve decided not cooperate but me and the unfortunate position of not being able to walk very much.  And because of this constant pain and gave up on making notes about the many interesting facets living in North East Pennsylvania but I’m going to try to muster and get back traverse electronica folly.
And that electronica dictation goes

Last words

Welcome to Fall.
Where Happyness costs so little...

 "I still want to try that gas station Mexican food"

Later:  "oh I didn’t think of it as a good idea"

Actually, the Mexican food at the Fuel-On gas station is pretty good.

I have not dined at Fuel-On's sister station, Choice fuel and discount cigarettes, but they have Mexican food, and they have a lunch truck so they can go mobile if they need to.

Ramblings

The many faces of Maher

composite image from file photos c2009-2019

I’m trying to get out more, I mean considering after the operation I didn’t go out at all. Lately I have to be very careful about germs and getting an infection. They tell you things about germs and infections, like how many transplant patents end up back in the hospital because of infection. So, BEWARE cuz these germs can sneak up on you like last call, ya know? 3Well, its Sunday, not much going on here in Freeland, Pennsylvania. There is also Freeland Michigan:

And Freeland Washington:

I Mighta known the freak show that is Freeland Washington.
Welcome to Earth Sanctuary, Freeland Washington.

 On our way in we pass local shops selling regional items, but lets move 0n to Earth Sanctuary.

 

With its Zen motif, here is a path to one of the Senctuary's sacred spaces

What ever that is supposed to be. Stop and toss in your pebble into the ring.

Ah, a compass! so the are some sane and sober people involved here.

But, sadly no. It is supposed to spin; not very useful when you need a compass.

I might have known. Oh well. I'll settle for Freeland PA., where people know their neighbors

 Like me, I know my neighbors, oh how I know my neighbors

 

Yea, right.

Today's Pap

Where we look into the days feature  idea, talk, book, movie or the like, lacking substance or real value.


BIG Pictures will bring back original Jurassic Park stars Laura Dern, Sam Neill and Jeff Goldblum to star alongside Chris Pratt and Bryce Dallas Howard, sources said.
Fred just said "Right"

The director, Colin Trevorrow is back to direct and production starts early next year.

Which brings us to Battle at Big Rock, an eight-minute short film that Trevorrow directed, featuring dinosaurs running amuck after they’ve escaped to the real world. And a kid with a double crossbow. With only one limb.  how he shot two arrows that quickly is amazing. I guess I want one.

watch the whole dingus here:

But. But. 

(I know, ifs and buts...)

I am putting a sawbuck on these:

BETTER CALL SAUL Nacho gets his

And there is this, Bad things

We aren't even going  to start with the sham that was STORM AREA 51 they cant get us all.

Yes, they can.

Cross the NO TRESPASSING sign and this could happen, slacker. Remember, it's all skittles and beer until someone is on the horn with 911

well, that about wraps it up for this installment of TODAY'S PAP

Dear Boss

Dear Boss, I write this note to you
to tell you of my plight,
and at the time of writing
I am not a pretty sight.
My body is all black and blue
my face a deadly gray,
and I hope you'll understand
why Paddy's not at work today.

~ excerpt from "Dear Boss" 

Irish folk song

 (Full text follows)

Well, I have been off for a while, I was a tad under the weather. Dark days indeed. 

As they say in South Africa, I had a regular monkey’s wedding-breakfast, 

meaning “a state of confusion,” 

Problem is that it lasted a few years.  

Here I am, Living the life of Maher in the hospital. 

 Most recently I went in for a liver transplant. The process started back on March 25, my first meeting with the transplant team. They wanted to evaluate me to see if they liked the cut of my jib. After a lengthy process and many tests, in July I faced the biggest hurtle of them all.  

The Voight Kampff test. 

Dr. You're in a desert, walking along in the sand, when all of a sudden you look down...
Me: What one?
Dr. What?
Me: What desert?
Dr. It doesn't make any difference what desert, it's completely hypothetical.
Me: But, how come I'd be there?
Dr. Maybe you're fed up. Maybe you want to be by yourself. Who knows? You look down and see a tortoise, Kevin. It's crawling toward you...
Me: Tortoise? What's that?
Dr. [irritated by Kevin's interruptions] You know what a turtle is?
Me: Of course!
Dr. Same thing.
Me: I've never seen a turtle... But I understand what you mean.
Dr. You reach down and you flip the tortoise over on its back, Kevin.
Me: Do you make up these questions, Mr. Holden? Or do they write 'em down for you?
Dr. The tortoise lays on its back, its belly baking in the hot sun, beating its legs trying to turn itself over, but it can't. Not without your help. But you're not helping.
Me: [angry at the suggestion] What do you mean, I'm not helping?
Dr. I mean: you're not helping! Why is that, Kevin?  

 

Somehow, I passed. 

Then not three weeks later they called me to come in. 

I went in, had dinner, went to bed and at 4:00 am two doctors woke me and said, your up, three hours from now we will see you in anesthesia. Now go back to sleep. 

 Later, one of the doctors said, "OK Kevin, think of your happy place" as he put a mask over my face. 

I thought, Happy Place? Happy place? I got your happpp  p    p         p

Eight hours later the deed was done. 

I awoke in a very large room although I could not take it vantage of it because of all the tubes and wires attached to my body and head. I had tubes going into my jugular vein, up my nose, in my arms and I had five going into my stomach. Well, not into my stomach, but through the skin and then into me. I have no idea where the far end of the tube went and didn't want to  know. Occasionally they would come in and jiggle the wires and tubes in my abdomen. After nine days they transferred me out of intensive care and put me in the general population where I stayed for two more days and then I got a reprieve and a pardon from the governor and I went home to my family my home and to convalesce. And to my dog that seems to regard me when a certain degree of circumspect.

 Micheide "Mickey Pizzaz" the tri-color dog, that recently broke my left shoulder
\
 

Eleven days later I emerged from Hershey, new liver and all. 

Eventually the pain ebbed, and I am on the road to recovery. All and all, I met the best team of Doctors, Nurses, support staff around. Well, I'm still here, so there is that.

For the last few years I have been in constant pain, seriously, all day, all night. Everything hurt. It was getting tedious constantly worrying about what might happen, never knowing for sure what would happen next, constantly worrying about what IF [this happens] and BUT [what if the insurance rejects my claim, or what if]

 IFs

and BUTs...

Well if IF's and BUT's were

Candy and nuts every day would be Christmas

Quite an experience to live in pain and fear, isn't it?

* Dear Boss

Dear Boss, I write this note to you
to tell you of my plight,
and at the time of writing
I am not a pretty sight.
My body is all black and blue
my face a deadly gray,
and I hope you'll understand
why Paddy's not at work today.
I was workin' on the 14th floor,
some bricks I had to clear.
And throwin' 'em down from such a height
was not a good idea.
The foreman wasn't pleasant,
he being an awful sot,
and he said I'd have to take them down the ladder in my hod.
Well, clearing all these bricks by hand
it was so awful slow.
So I hoisted up a barrel
and secured a rope below.
But in my haste to do the job
I was too blind to see
that a barrel full of building bricks
was heavier than me.
So I went down to cut the rope
and the barrel fell like lead.
And clinging tightly to the rope
I started up instead.
I shot up like a rocket
and to my surprise I found
that halfway up
I met the bloody barrel comin' down.
Well the barrel struck my shoulder
as to the ground it sped.
And when I reached the top,
I hit the pulley with my head.
I spun around all stunned and shocked
from this almighty blow,
while the barrel spilled out half the bricks
fourteen floors below.
Now when these bricks had fallen
from the barrel to the floor,
I then outweighed the barrel and
I started down once more.
Still clinging tightly to the rope
I headed towards the ground
and fell upon the building bricks
that were all scattered round.
Now as I lay there quietly,
I thought I'd passed the worst.
When the barrel hit the pulley
and then the bottom burst!
A shower of bricks fell down on me
I hadn't got a hope,
and as I was losing consciousness,
I let go the bloody rope.
Well the barrel, now being heavier
it started down once more.
Struck across me smartly
as I lie there on the floor.
It broke some ribs and my left arm
and I can only say
that I hope you'll understand
why Paddy's not at work today.

Atomic dog

this is the Atomic dog that broke my left shoulder a few months ago.

Thanks Macheide!

So, they gave me a cuppa coffee

While in the hospital last, they offered me a cuppa coffee, I said I prefer tea, they said "enjoy the coffee, you won't drown in it

a long time ago

The opening may seem familiar, if you ever spent time in a bumhole enjoying a little stagger sauce back in the 80's. 

And then some eight years ago or so...

And, thirteen years ago next month, number one with a bullet.