Behind every great fortune there is a crime

If it were possible to time travel.
I wouldn't do it.

A rather strange statement when you consider the thousands of  
tribal legends, novels, movies and TV shows all of which
focus on the subject of humans traveling through time.

There is an obvious wide-spread, cross cultural human desire to 

somehow move about in time, forward or backward?

Most people when questioned appear to have that desire?

 It has been theorized that time is the only "true" measurement
in the universe.
Added to that we consider ourselves the only animals to recognize time?
Could these be the reasons that
  create an almost universal desire to move freely in time?
Who the fuck knows?
I think it's the simple desire for a mulligan in life,
a do over?
Most people seem to want that capability.
Step into a machine--

Go back in time and fix everything that happened to and about you--
Not for fucking me!
I am happy, being in the now---

Doing what i am doing and enjoying it---

The past was a complete bitch--

I have no need or desire to go back and do it over..

I have no desire to be young again--

--being young was totally fucked...

In regards to the seeing the future

 i'll find out about in due time---

No need to rush---

The here and now is the best I've ever had...

and all that I've ever wanted.

Yes I am still smoking---

I continue to be not very good at obeying---

I have all the time I require now to think.

I also have time to converse

with the many interesting people I meet.

Every day consists of small adventures.

The Republican Governor of Indiana

Mike Pence

why is he stupid?

So--- 

my lovely wife JoJo and her two best girlfriends all

recently bought the same Chinese made treadmills--

from Amazon--

all at the same time.

The result of this group endeavor was that for days, 

various husbands were dragging enormous, heavy cartons into

 houses.

The next step was trying

to figure the fuck out complicated, Chinglish,

 treadmill assembly instructions.

All the while, spouses demanding indoor exercise capability, 

were impatiently waiting, 

to get a motorized move on.

Exhausting, and at times, dangerous assembly by husband(s) was finally completed.

Now the three BFF's are 

comparing treadmill time,

mileage and incline percentages.

The Treadmill Wars have begun---

Be afraid, be very afraid.

Now until total completion is achieved--

exterior projects are my new normal.

I have started geezer project spring 
rebuilding, organizing and cleaning our greenhouse.
Pulling all the shelves, spray painting them--
along with cleaning & organizing.

Interior Greenhouse Before:

Interior of Greenhouse After:

This is currently a work in progress and will require
additional days to complete.
Once finished, i hope for it to be better than new.

I located and ordered a used cassette
 as part of my attempted logical foray into Jazz music:

Mingus AH-UM
AH-Um is one of the 10 Jazz albums recommended for new listeners.
It was released in 1959 a year that was special for Jazz.
Kinda Blue by Miles Davis and Take Five by Dave Brubeck were released that year.
AH-UM is reported to stand as an equal with them---
Mingus was an upright bass player--
a huge guy and often physically dangerous to be around,
fist fighting on stage with musicians he gigged with...
he was nicknamed--
 The angry man of Jazz...
Charles Mingus was a strange cat

The musicians in Jazz during this time period
were very,very strange...
occasionally brilliant--
but always very strange...

My Nine Dollar bargain, 

 My Marantz-Superscope CRS-2100 boombox arrived!

The guy selling it was true to his word--

Radio plays great--and 

so far, the tape player works perfectly and sounds great!

He was also true to his word in that the battery compartment was rotten--

and that the telescoping antenna was broken into three pieces---

After 3&1/2 hours of cleaning and adjusting--

3000 Q-tips used and even re-painting the red recording dot--

I am tremendously pleased--

I will eventually open her up and attempt to replace
the battery compartment springs that have been completely acid-eaten away.
I've already fixed the antenna--that's was easy.
But I will use it as it is for awhile----
I don't open up my boomboxes till there is a problem...
If they work, within reason I let them keep going until 
 a problem arises that requires my 
dumb-shit electronic surgery capability.
This is based on my--
First Do No Harm
boombox protocol...

The CRS-2100 is really a nicely designed, heavy, good sounding box
Deals like this usually don't happen to me----
So i am currently walking about the house, making the hee-hee-sound....

"If you talk to God,

You're religious.

If God talks to you,

you're psychotic.