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Wife had wanted to get things done regarding the foundation for good reason. She had expected rain today, likely tomorrow. Big obvious surprise, what the elf witch says will be, will be. It rained nearly all day today. I suspect it will do the same on morrow.

I feasibly could work out in the rain. Lacking help to ensure my efficacy though, or help to be there if there were an accident, I also lack capacity. Next step is cutting lumber to fit into the frame to create a floor joist system, fitting it and tacking it in. I'm fair with measures. Therein is the crucible, only fair, not confident enough to be at my own on the task.

Father-in-law was at one point a surveyor as well as once a Mason. His father was not a Mason but nonethless had a knack of [I]trueness[/I] as related to construction. Good eyes to have as an over-watch on a construction project, however mundane.

So today wife and me sat two hours at a repair shop. She needed her truck's air conditioning fixed. Learned the compressor had locked up and was not serviceable. The cost for materials added to labor was far well beyond what she expected.

The fellow looking at her truck let her go with only charge for examination, under $50 USD. She's to contact them if we can find a way to manage the cost later and want it fixed.

It made me feel hurt that I am not yet back to work, able to help her provide. Although we talked it over and both realized all anyone can do is to take life with an attitude of "take what you get, do your best and keep going". We then adjourned our serious selves to scurry off to our favorite Chinese restaurant.

There we enjoyed a nice and pleasant 3 PM lunch. It was nice and pleasant because of a few things. Me and her agree to not talk of subjects related to war. These include religion, politics, economics. And we don't really dally much into our families. *chuckles*

That was observed save for a young lady in the place. She spoke rather loudly about her doctor recognizing her right to pray over her affliction. I really do not care as it was meant as private dinner conversation at her table. That noted, by the fires of night, I was eating.

Strangely enough, I thought about the reaction principle. No need existed for my discomfort. She could ramble about hockey for all I cared, it did not effect me. Her talking was not directed as personal at me, nor could it have been. I withdrew a boiling urge to smash her head into her dinner table. :) I was very good.

That's another big obvious surprise. Realizing, I no longer really care. And I mean that in a positive sense, not a negative one.

Yesterday evening me and wife finished settling the foundation of the dog hut. It's planks nailed together sitting on cinder-blocks around the parameter. We had to level and square this frame up to have a good base of a sub-floor.

Doing this involved a few simple steps which exacerbated themselves into being more difficult due to the heat and humidity. We had to furrow out a few places for the blocks to set on the ground, then, level these up and ensure their respective alignments with one another. This meant one of us had to lift part of a wooden frame at times.

The heat is making the work a slower process. I may get out to do something of a morning for about an hour or two, maybe then an hour or two in the evening. We're expecting rain today and this likely will set work time back a bit too. The rain will only supply further humidity as the heat will act as a vacuum, drawing it back to the atmosphere all the better to broil us.

Still germinating the story with my cat, Bucky in it. I do and I do not feel the story is [I]there[/I]. Keep becoming frustrated in not really having what I feel are good ideas for a story. Frustrated I'm not even scrawling out poetry any more. Been told one can feasibly [I]write away the frustration[/I], not sure how that works when it's the frustration holding back the writing.

One doctor, physician, suggested I was obese and this caused my physical pain. My wife pointed out that I did not keep fit by going out and doing more precisely because I had the pain to begin with, prior to becoming obese. "You hurt and so you don't get out to do. Gee, yeah you grow lethargic, eat, don't expend the energy, you get fat. Trouble is the pain came first, duh."

There are times I force myself on through the pain. Understand too I have a high pain threshold, physically. Nurses fuss, or get shocked with me. The one to ten pain scale sucks in my case. My "well, it feels like a two or three" is what they expect as being a nine or ten from thirty or more of their other patients. So, when I say nerve pain hurts, or muscles are ripped and hurt. I probably am in serious pain but don't realize it.

This isn't to paint me as some grizzled Superman type. Merely it is what it is. I ignore a lot of pain like that. Wish I could drown out some of the nerve pain I have at times. Working on it gradually and seeming to improve, yet it's well ... gradual. I'm not 17 any longer and find it tough bouncing back up. Not sure what brought on the nerve issue, really. Told it could have been a matter of sleeping wrong, coughing, doing heavy lifting, any number of trivial things could have [I]set it off[/I].

I ponder that it may be part and parcel of the KS. Looking at some of the [I]text[/I] available on the interwebs reveals that those with KS may not have fully developed synapses. So, yeah I likely am indeed not wired right. *chuckles* And gee, not being wired right just might have something to do with nerve pain, ya think? I dunno, not a doc myself but it seems following common logic can be helpful at times.

Been drinking a lot of fruit juices, getting a lot more vitamin C. Not allowed to have caffeine any longer as it contributes to kidney stones, and other various and miscellaneous stones what pass through urine. So no more coffee for me. I've actually not yet really missed it. I'm allowed decaf tea, which I drink hot a pint at a time, or roughly a pint.

Also eating a high fiber and high carbohydrate diet, more whole foods. Not really eating a lot of meat and reducing sugar intake. All in I've been metamorphosing quite a bit lately. Not exactly sure why. One contributing factor may have been having a physician's assistant tell me I possibly had cancer, which I now know is totally bull manure. I had my GP, a thirty some year retired Navy nurse call the radiology department at the hospital to find out. the CT showed a bump or something on my spleen, turned out it was benign.

But this p.a. telling me this was kind of an "oh, that's so obvious" wake up. He asked if I smoked or use tobacco. I admitted to around 30 years of using tobacco, yet had recently began weening off of it using vaping.. So now, it's like my body and mind are on the same page. They are detoxifying this form I hold. Not quite sure what is in store.

At least I will have good foundations. :)

PS: With cutting out coffee, I also cut out a lot of soda/pop. There are one or two I can drink that are caffeine free. Never was a real heavy soda drinker at any given. Sure I like it well enough but there's so much more to drink. Now, I'm not allowed to drink any of it save as a decaf treat. And that's fine by me. Liking my juices, tea, water as it is.

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Faithless[/URL] by Rush

"I don't have faith in faith
I don't believe in belief ...
I still cling to hope
And I believe in love
And that's faith enough for me"

That fairly well summarizes my belief and faith. I don't need or want [I]saving[/I]. I realize as many other wise existentialist has realized, life is absurd, we each need to bring our meaning and [I]rules[/I] to it. Ultimately, we also realize the absurdity in those actions as well.

Here I have some thoughts which further elaborate that.

The ultimate objective of Hegelian systems is the illusion known as
control. The reason control is an illusion, lies in the fact of entropy
lending aide to chaos. Ergo there is no control to be had, only an
illusion too expensive for sustaining. Control offers no meaning to
life, living.

Love by being set as an objective, offers meaning to living, life.
Loving and being loved, creates no illusions. One can love themselves,
be loved by themselves. This creates perfected love undeterred by the
illusion of control. Control is an illusion created by fear, for fear.

Control no matter the coercion used, may not strip away a person's
choices of what, when, where, who, why, how to love. Love creates
freedom, and in freedom is found unlimited potential, hope.

Everyone no matter who, what, where you are has choice. Nobody can take choice from you. In that you always retain freedom. No one may injure you unless you choose and consent to them doing so.

And yes I realize there are evil people who will try to injure you, they may even damage your physical body. Heck they may kill your physical body. You still retained choice, freedom to not be injured by them. You [I]won[/I] and were free, what did they get? a fleet rush of killing maybe? You're still free and that is eternal.


These letters, words strewn out on the tiles here do hold a point. Hopefully, it'll be clear I'm a non-conformist. I have no religion, even atheism. I desire and hold diligence in not being political beyond being a non-violent anarchist. No State will ever be my god, no god will either though.

I bring my own meaning to this [I]game[/I], if you so choose calling life a game. I have no need of gods, states. Yes, I appreciate some of what states do offer to their people. No, I see no reason to continue groveling before a tyrant, and gee wouldn't you know choice allows me that freedom.

So as much as a State can not compel me to grovel, to be offended, to be wounded, no individual has capacity to either. So what if person Z says all these horrid lies and crap to me? I can choose to accept their words, to be offend, wounded or not. Rather not. It keeps things unencumbered, lets me find happiness without looking.

Yes, one small thing, a choice can genuinely matter that much. :) Well, need to be scanning then off to work some more.

I started, albeit breifly, a story about my cat going in search of the source of cat magic. The story is unveiling itself in my mind gradually. I may write it to fruition or not, need to write into it more as the inner [I]director[/I] calls out scenes to me.

Also been busy building a large dog [I]hut[/I] for our three bigger dogs. They are mix of Great Perineese(sic)/Aeridale(sic) & Golden Lab. They have adopted me as their flightly leader. The hut will be around 12 foot by 12 foot and roughly 8 foot high. I will also make coops for in the hut so as they each have respective beds.

And still more also ... *chuckles* I am waiting to hear word from a sheltered work environ. Sent my resume to the HR person there Monday night via email per request. They do not have electronic applications.

Enjoying my two cats as well. Though I had to pull the authoritarian, mean, disciplining Dad. "You boys better not be getting Jimmy's chickens. He fussed about the dogs getting them. Hmmm ... maybe, or maybe some sneaky cats. You guys want to be Catsoup? Kay, no chickens." Of course, jimmy isn't his real name.

At present, thinking about crashing. Been unbearably hot here and unusually so. Working outside gets rough, but I like it. Nitol ...

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Enough of hottub, she said, and we decided it was time to take the play to our bedroom. We went up the stairs forming a train chain, my wife first with me grabbing her tits and pushing my dick against her back, he followed behind me grabbing both of us at the same time and I could feel his hard pointy toy pinching my ass. Once in the bedroom he jumped in the middle of the king size bed and opened his arms calling us to each of his sides. We crawled on the bed to cuddle with him under his arms, our face resting on his chest, our legs all entangled together. We started kissing his chest, tongues plying with his nipples, knees rubbing against his cock. He encouraged us by caressing our heads and shoulders.
My wife stretched up to reach his mouth and kiss him, I joined them for a bit but then I moved down his body until my face reached his dick. My mouth engulfed it at once without hesitation and he let escape a loud moan. He stretched his arm for his hand to grab my dick without stopping kissing my wife. He started stroking gently my dick and balls while I was sucking his and caressing his legs. My wife mounted him like a cowgirl and moved her pussy down to where my face was. I got the chance to lick both together, her clit and his cock. Slowly I guided his tool inside her and she started to ride it like it was not tomorrow. I then began to lick his balls and under them while he stroked faster my dick with his hand. My wife stopped kissing him and stretched up sitting on his laps with his cock inside. I moved again and also saddled on his chest facing my wife. He grabbed my dick again and started rubbing it against my wife's clit. She was leaning back and riding his pole slowly while I was licking her breast and feeling his breath close to my lower back. I pushed back until I could feel his hot tongue pushing to reach my ass. He continued stroking my dick against my wife and started to set the pace of her ride on his toy by bending his knee and pushing it in and out of her pussy.
My wife was now screaming with pleasure and soon she got her second orgasm of the day. Listening to their moans I was about to burst a load when I dismounted our special friend and went in between his legs. My wife rested her body on his without letting him out of her. I lifted his legs over my shoulders exposing his ass to me while my wife started slowly riding him again. I started to explore his ass with my tongue, his balls squeezed against my nose and my hands stroking his hairy legs. My wife had him pinned under her hands by his chest. He started to moan widely and my wife increased her pace riding his cock up and down. My tongue got further inside his ass while with one hand I was gently rubbing his balls, the base of his dick and my wife's pussy all at the same time. He grabbed my wife's breast with both hands and she picked up more speed. His balls were bouncing over my nose and my tongue was trying to follow up and down the movement of his ass. She was moaning very loud and soon she started screaming with pleasure. Her third orgasm almost brought him too to his climax. I could feel his ass contracting around my tongue and his ball tightening over my nose. But my wife was exhausted and wanted to go the bathroom which she did.
He then made me lay down on my back and crawled in between my legs facing my dick. He engulfed my dick with his mouth while caressing my chest with his hands, he also licked my balls and my ass and back again to suck my cock. My wife came back soon from the bathroom and joined him sucking my dick. It was always an extraordinary sensation having two mouth and tongues pleasuring me and I started to moan. Then he made my wife mount me facing me. We kissed while he was directing the scene. He lifted my legs over his shoulders with my wife leaning her body over my chest and on her knees on each side of me so everything was easily accessible for him. I felt very exposed with my legs straight up and my dick and balls just below my wife's lifted pussy. Then he started to gently spank us with his hard cock, sometimes he hit my ass or my balls or her pussy. At some point he got closer and grabbed my dick positioning it together with his and started pushing them against my wife's exposed pussy. Slowly he managed to get them both inside her at least partially. My wife was moaning uncontrollably. Then I felt his hand squeezing softly my balls and soon a finger picking around my ass with the cool sensation of some lube being inserted in it. He increased the pace, his finger massaging my prostate and my cock being rubbed against his inside my wife pussy while she was kissing me, was driving me crazy. He grabbed my right foot and started licking my sole and sucking my toes. My wife pushed back against his cock. Mine escaped out of her pussy leaving him the room to get in deeper. I took my cock and began rubbing it furiously against my wife's clit. The sensation was overwhelming for both her and me and together we soon reached a fantastic climax followed by his savage growl when he leaned his chest over my wife and started pumping faster and deeper. His body started to shake and a muffled scream signaled his intensive orgasm as well. He left his body rest motionless over my wife and me for a few minutes before moving to my left side on his back. My wife did the same to the other side of me. The three of us smiling with pleasure still under the influence of our respective orgasmic instants.
Next he grabbed me by the chest and pushed me to lay on my side and against his body, his still hard cock resting firmly in between my ass, his chest pressed hard against my back. I did the same to my wife, grabbing her by her breast and pushing her gently her back against my body. His arm went over me to caress my wife's body while I could feel his agitated breath on my neck and his cock getting softer but still hot pressed against my ass. The three of us exhausted rested our bodies entangled together and we closed our eyes.

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