a tribe that used hallucinogenic potatoes as a stable diet

It is 10:09 AM Tuesday morning in the flow of It. I have been putting photos in albums this morning. This year (2015) I have been saving some of my photos and putting them in photo albums for our grandchildren. I want to leave for our grandchildren one year of photos. Carol has a closet full of photo albums. Carol has photo albums going back before we were married (we have been married 36 years). I have diaries covering our married life. I do have photo albums that cover our married life/early married life. When our children were growing up I made cassette tape recordings of them/family noise.

As I was putting photos in albums Brother Tim called and asked if I could give him a ride to a local grocery store this afternoon. I said Sure I am not doing anything today. Carol is sleeping since she worked last night.

I got up this morning around 6:48 AM. I made a pot of coffee and messed with our main computer. The world is on fire.

After messing with our main computer I made myself a bowl of oatmeal/ate the oatmeal and afterwards wrote in my paper diary (page 683 2015 Diary). I should hit page 700 this week in my 2015 Diary. I am sure I will write a lot when Carol is away for a month.

Yesterday I mainly read ALL day the book, "Stories In An Almost Classical Mode" by Harold Brodkey. I read this book till 10:30 PM and went to bed. Now it is another day to figure it out before I am cut down.

There is not much else to report this morning. I will close to face It.

"[15] Love not the world, neither the things that are in the world. If any man love the world, the love of the Father is not in him.
[16] For all that is in the world, the lust of the flesh, and the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life, is not of the Father, but is of the world.
[17] And the world passeth away, and the lust thereof: but he that doeth the will of God abideth for ever." First John 2:15-17
  • Current Mood: contemplative contemplative
  • Current Music: Mercury Rev 'Deserter's Songs'
Many of my phone calls with my mom have touched on what to do with her large collection of photo albums. They will be cherished. I'm glad to hear you family has the same.
family albums
I wish I had photo albums of my family-I have almost no photos of my mother, two sisters and two brothers. Right now my two sisters are in Texas visiting my youngest brother who I have not seen since he was a baby (my sisters having been posting photos of their visit with my brother in Texas). My other brother is a photo journalist for the Washington Post/he posts photos all the time on Facebook). Family photo albums are a blessing. My wife has many photos of her parents and their siblings. I like to know the history of my past ancestors/photos but nothing. I never knew my birth father/I like to know what he looked like/all wrapped in darkness.