<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777</id><updated>2012-02-16T06:59:55.083-07:00</updated><category term='global warming too'/><title type='text'>Sawdust Musings</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts while working in my wood shop</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>234</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7381643993018732268</id><published>2011-01-19T16:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2011-01-19T17:12:17.839-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't Stay Away</title><content type='html'>I last wrote on March of last year.  I had found &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Facebook&lt;/span&gt; and decided I didn't have time to follow &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;FB&lt;/span&gt; and keep up my blog and besides I had run out of things to say.  Things have not changed much, I have lots to say but I 'm not sure it will do any good to say them.  I still think that the radicals in politics and the self-serving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;lobbyists&lt;/span&gt; are rapidly destroying our country.  It seems to me that too many people are willing to let it ride and just get on with their lives and that depresses me because I often feel the same way.  I have reached my three score and ten and I'm pretty that I will predecease our country, but I do have children and grandchildren and I long for something better for them.  We hear it on all sides, crap that ranges from outright lies to half-truths used to try to convince us to buy into their point of view.  And, no one challenges it except bloggers crying in the wilderness of the ionosphere.  Example: "Citizens owning guns makes for a safer community."  Bullshit!  Countries with strict gun control laws are safer places to live than the US by ANY measure.  "Health care in the US the best in the world."  Again, Bullshit!  The US is far down the list on any measure of health care statistics EXCEPT for the amount of money spent on health care.   We are being fed manure and kept  in the dark like a bunch of mushrooms, and we wallow in it and don't complain because we are warm and cozy in it.  Problem is, we will soon be uprooted and fed to the pigs.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;nuff said,  be back someday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7381643993018732268?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7381643993018732268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7381643993018732268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7381643993018732268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7381643993018732268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2011/01/cant-stay-away.html' title='Can&apos;t Stay Away'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2986516261606631990</id><published>2010-03-15T12:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T12:08:28.386-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Time</title><content type='html'>I haven't written in quite a while.  The news has been so damned depressing lately that I haven't felt like commenting on it.  Our country has become so polarized that I fear for its existence.  The art of compromise has vanished and it seems to have become my way or no way.  There has to be a middle ground.  I'm not just talking politics, this disconnect has crept into our religion, our economics, our relationships.  It just sickens me!  The stupid bigoted unfeeling conservatives are about to ruin the country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2986516261606631990?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2986516261606631990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2986516261606631990' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2986516261606631990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2986516261606631990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2010/03/blog-time.html' title='Blog Time'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4673998905126488633</id><published>2009-12-06T10:22:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T10:42:16.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>War</title><content type='html'>I'm getting a little disgusted with some members of Congress, especially the Democrats who are complaining about President Obama's decisions on the wars in Afghanistan and Iraq.  Where were they when George W Bush took us into wars in those places?  They were all gung ho and ready to support King George II in his "war on terrorism".  Few in either house voted against anything to do with the wars, and they certainly didn't demand an exit strategy!   If they had read any of the reasoning against going into Baghdad and removing Saddam during the First Gulf War, they would have realized that invading Iraq was a fool's errand.  And, indeed it was.  The whole of the Middle East is destabilized and any major withdrawal from Iraq will probably mean an invasion by Iran and a Civil War.  As far as Afghanistan is concerned, all we needed to do was look at the Soviet Union's debacle in the 80's.  If we didn't want to be stuck in Afghanistan forever, we should have stayed out.  The CIA could have taken out bin Laudin in a swift surgical strike.  We never did get him and now we have helped destabilize Pakistan and are fighting the same folks the Soviets fought!  The problems and enormous and can't be solved with simplistic actions.  Wake up Congress!  Become part of the solution and not part of the problem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4673998905126488633?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4673998905126488633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4673998905126488633' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4673998905126488633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4673998905126488633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/war.html' title='War'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7592853278312617418</id><published>2009-12-03T17:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T17:22:07.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Football</title><content type='html'>Tonight the University of Oregon will play Oregon State University in the "Civil War" football game.  For the first time in the 107 year history of the game the winner will be the PAC-10 Champion and play in the Rose Bowl.   For years, college football in Oregon has been a step-child in the PAC-10, the state has far fewer people than California, or Arizona and, yes, an even smaller population than Washington.  This, and the fact that both schools are in relatively small communities,  puts them at a disadvantage in recruiting.  However, in the past 10 to 15 years, new scholarship rules and some wealthy alumni have helped narrow that gap.  The Oregon schools are now competitive and like the long suffering Chicago Cubs fans we supporters are having a good time knowing that our teams have a chance at a big time bowl game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a University of Oregon fan, but I am reveling in the fact that winner of the "Civil War" will be playing in Pasadena on New Years.  Go Ducks!  Good luck Beavers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7592853278312617418?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7592853278312617418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7592853278312617418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7592853278312617418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7592853278312617418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-football.html' title='More Football'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2841148329163294383</id><published>2009-11-29T22:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T22:48:19.238-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>I am a football fan, High School and College football that is.  I love the Oregon Ducks  as any alum should and I bleed Black and White for The Vale High School Vikings as anyone who taught there for 44 years should.  Yesterday the Vikings played Rainer High School in a 3A State Championship Semi-final game.  The game was played in Bend, 5 hours away and I was unable to attend,  but I listened to the game on the radio.  Vale played very well and after falling behind early, quickly came back to lead 7 - 6 in the first quarter.  They led the rest of the game, up 21-6 at half time.  Rainer came back and narrowed the score, but each time Vale answered with another score.  Then, the unthinkable happened, with only seconds left in the game Rainer tied the score at 28 - 28 and the game went into overtime.  The Vikings scored on their possession and went ahead 35 - 28.  Then it was Rainer's turn to try to score from the 25 yard line.  Vale held them for 3 downs and with 4th down and 2 Rainer went for a pass play and the defense stopped the quarterback and had him in their grasp when he threw the ball.  It was caught in the end zone for a touchdown and Rainer went on to score a 2 point conversion.  Rainer wins and advances to the Championship game against Amity.  Jubilation for Rainer, heartbreak for Vale.  That's football, and that's why I love it.  Kudos for both teams, great football.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2841148329163294383?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2841148329163294383/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2841148329163294383' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2841148329163294383'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2841148329163294383'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7075697874728658488</id><published>2009-11-25T15:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T16:42:40.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Travel</title><content type='html'>We went to Canyon City this past Sunday for services at St. Thomas.  We woke up to blowing and drifting snow and I knew we were in for a fun ride.  Going up Highway 26 on any day is an adventure since it is so lightly traveled once you get past Brogan, 25 miles northwest of Vale.  The main highway is US 20 that goes to Burns and then on to Bend and Eugene.  It is the main east-west highway across the center of Oregon and gets lots of traffic.  US 26 goes east to west as well but is not as good a road especially in the winter.  When it snows on Sunday morning it takes a while for the crews to get to 26 because 20 is the priority.  Consequently, early Sunday morning trips up US 26 can be an adventure.  When we left town at 8 am there was an inch or two of snow on the road and as we went along it got deeper until it was 4 to 5 inches deep.  Fortunately, it wasn't too slick for the studded snow tires, but I could see that Jean was getting a little nervous.  Never fear, I told her, we'll get to plowed road pretty soon.  Sure enough, we met the snowplow in Cow Valley (7 miles past Brogan).  From there on, the roads were ok, still snow packed but well sanded and plowed.  On the way back, 3 hours later, most of the snow had melted off and the roads were great.  Winter travel in Eastern Oregon can be very interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7075697874728658488?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7075697874728658488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7075697874728658488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7075697874728658488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7075697874728658488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/blog-post.html' title='Winter Travel'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5366367396795337976</id><published>2009-11-18T14:32:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-18T14:58:46.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water Heaters</title><content type='html'>Last night after we got home from shopping, Jean was doing the dishes when she discovered that we had no hot water.  Since that is usually the signal for a flood in the guest room, I got up from my chair and went to the utility room to check.  Sure enough, there was water on the floor of the utility room.  On further investigation I discovered that the water came from a leak in the outflow pipe at the top of the water heater.  Good news! the tank had not sprung a leak.  I turned off the power to the heater and put some towels down to catch the water and went to bed.  This morning I removed the leaking flex pipe and replaced it with a new one from Olson's Hardware, reset the breaker switch and turned on the power.  Hot water!  Huzzah!  We dodged a bullet, instead of a $300+ water heater we only needed a $15 flex pipe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am beginning to understand better my neighbor Paul's frustration as he neared his last days.  He had been a handyman all his life and near the end he was unable to do those simple repair jobs.  The cost of hiring the job done is exorbitant and the loss of the ability to do it had to be painful.  I found it harder to do this job because I have trouble holding on to the wrenches.  When you have no feeling in your hands it's difficult to tell when you have a good grip on the tool and if it is aligned correctly.  Had I been unable to do this job we would have been without hot water for at least a day or more.  Getting a plumber to come to Vale is no easy task in itself and they charge $60/hr for travel time and there's no telling what the charge for the repair would have been.  Thanks be to God that I can still do the fixing around here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5366367396795337976?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5366367396795337976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5366367396795337976' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5366367396795337976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5366367396795337976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/11/water-heaters.html' title='Water Heaters'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4538490166943149057</id><published>2009-10-29T15:40:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T21:09:20.964-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='global warming too'/><title type='text'>Weather Report</title><content type='html'>It's snowing!  While October snowfall is not unknown here in Eastern Oregon, it is uncommon and deserving of comment.  It won't stick, the air temperature is 40 degrees and the ground isn't frozen.  It is pretty, the snowflakes drifting down are always magical.  The earliest snow that I remember was the year it snowed for the opening of Pheasant season in mid-October.  We hunted in 3 inches of wet snow that year, and we have had a few snowy Halloweens as well.  However, the usual pattern is for snow at Thanksgiving and it sticks.  Sometimes we have snow on the ground from Thanksgiving until mid-March.  Sometimes, especially lately, we have no snow at all.  All of which brings up the idea of Global Warming.  I read the other day that interest in Global  Warming is waning, I'm not sure why.  All of the evidence points towards cataclysmic results if Global Warming is not reversed, yet people are still disputing the reality.  I'm sure that I'll hear some yo-yo use today's snowfall as evidence that Global Warming is a myth.  They'll say something like, "so much for Global Warming".  I'm not concerned for myself, but I am for my children and especially my grandchildren.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4538490166943149057?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4538490166943149057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4538490166943149057' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4538490166943149057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4538490166943149057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/weather-report.html' title='Weather Report'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7955691060579855168</id><published>2009-10-29T15:40:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:40:41.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7955691060579855168?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7955691060579855168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7955691060579855168' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7955691060579855168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7955691060579855168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5229282987485774041</id><published>2009-10-25T22:57:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-25T23:06:28.727-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tamarack Colors</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SuUuDp5WqnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/l2nRm9RHmW0/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SuUuDp5WqnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/l2nRm9RHmW0/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396770368794307186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Canyon City today for a service at St. Thomas.  It was a great day for a drive, the Aspen trees are in their best fall colors and the Tamarack trees have turned as well.  For those who aren't familiar with Tamarack or Western Larch, they are evergreen trees that lose their needles in the Fall.  Like deciduous trees, they turn color, in this case a bright yellow gold, before their needles fall.  In the spring the needles grow back in a light green and turn a darker green as the summer progresses.  They are quite striking, so we took some pictures.  I love digital cameras.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5229282987485774041?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5229282987485774041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5229282987485774041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5229282987485774041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5229282987485774041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/tamarack-colors.html' title='Tamarack Colors'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SuUuDp5WqnI/AAAAAAAAAQY/l2nRm9RHmW0/s72-c/IMG_0001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-1144959015210833672</id><published>2009-10-23T17:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T17:43:59.475-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GPS</title><content type='html'>I got a GPS system for my birthday.  Actually I saved a number of Amazon.com gift cards a bought a Magellan Maestro.  I can't wait to use it.  We aren't doing much traveling right now so I will have to try it out on my well known route to Canyon City.  At least I will know if it is working right since I Already know where I'm going.  It could come in handy next spring when we help Cathy and Pam move back to Oregon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, I see that some of the Dem Senators are balking on a government option on health care.  We should do all in our power to defeat anyone who opposes meaning health care reform.  If we could get them out of the drug companies and health care insurance companies pockets maybe we could get something going.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-1144959015210833672?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1144959015210833672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=1144959015210833672' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1144959015210833672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1144959015210833672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/gps.html' title='GPS'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-752825796453112800</id><published>2009-10-16T21:30:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:14:36.311-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/StlRvTu9YrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Bkl24-C2_s0/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/StlRvTu9YrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Bkl24-C2_s0/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393431901945815730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend Jean and I attended our Diocesan Convention in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Klamath&lt;/span&gt; Falls in South Central Oregon.  Our trip to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Klamath&lt;/span&gt; Falls took us through Christmas Valley in Northern Lake County which brought back a flood of memories.  In August of 1951 my grand parents, my father, my brother Bruce and I took a Saturday drive into the High Desert east of Bend to scout for antelope.  My grandfather had drawn a tag for antelope and he thought it would be a good idea to scout the desert to find a good place to hunt.  We turned south off Highway 20 and went through the Lost Forest and continued south.  We did spot some antelope and paced them at about 45 mph down the dirt track road we were on.  That proved to be a mistake because as we bounced down that dusty desert road we hit a rock which punctured the oil pan of the car.  Fortunately, Granddad noticed the loss of oil pressure and stopped before any damage was done to his nearly new Plymouth.  However, we were stranded on &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; high desert of Eastern Oregon with little chance of rescue by a passerby.  We had seen nobody on our travels after we turned off Highway 20.  My Mom and my brother Emery knew we were on the desert, but had no idea of exactly where.  The high desert of Eastern Oregon is all over 4500 feet in elevation and covers an area of over 1000 square miles.  We assessed our situation and it didn't look good; we had eaten our lunch and little was left, the same was true for water.  There was a windmill visible about 3 miles away so Bruce and I and Granddad decided to walk to it in hopes there was a ranch there.  My Dad, who had only one leg, and Granny would stay with the car in case somebody came by.  We hiked to the windmill and found only stock tanks filled with green smelly water which Granddad drank &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; Bruce and I refused.  A sign labeled the spot as Buffalo Wells.  On the same sign post was a sign pointing east saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Wagontire&lt;/span&gt; 32 miles" and one pointing west saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Silverlake&lt;/span&gt; 36 miles and beneath that one saying "Lake 7 miles".  There were no fresh tire tracks on the dirt road, but we opted for Lake hoping there would be a service station available.  As we trudged up the road every hill had us expecting a car or the town of Lake.  We finally came to a sign pointing south saying "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Matlack&lt;/span&gt; Ranch 1 mile" and decided that he ranch would be the best option.  We got to the ranch and were greeted by the friendly ranchers who told us they had moved into the empty ranch the previous day!  The water from the pitcher pump smelled just like the Buffalo Wells water, but it tasted wonderful.  The  ranchers took their truck out and towed the car into the ranch and fashioned a plug for the oil pan.  They fed us, filled the car with oil, gave us 5 gallons of oil and sent us on our way.  During dinner they told us it was good that we didn't go to Lake because is was just a dry lake bed, they were the only ranch in the area.  Granddad drove us to Bend at a breakneck speed, pausing only long enough to put more oil in the car when the oil pressure went down.  We made it home safely with no damage to the car much to the relief of all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All those memories came rushing back as we drove through Christmas Valley, the town built on the dry lake bed once known as Lake.  Now there is a real town with electricity, paved roads and a golf course.  I stopped and took a picture of the power line that transformed the desert into an oasis.  There's been a real change in the last 50 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-752825796453112800?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/752825796453112800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=752825796453112800' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/752825796453112800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/752825796453112800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/nostalgia-again.html' title='Nostalgia Again'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/StlRvTu9YrI/AAAAAAAAAQQ/Bkl24-C2_s0/s72-c/IMG_0006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-3411074093847680309</id><published>2009-10-15T14:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T14:26:58.259-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming</title><content type='html'>Today is Blog Action Day and 1000's of bloggers are writing about Global Warming.  Much like the Y2K crisis, Global Warming has been slow to pick up concern about the threat to life here on Earth.  However, unlike Y2K, Global Warming is not a problem that can be solved with last minute action by dedicated workers working overtime to fix things.  We must start now to do all that we can to slow global warming until a long term solution can be found.  Despite the naysayers with their junk science and the "know nothings" who look at a cold winter and say the problem is non-existent, Global Warming is a fact and can only accelerate without intervention.  One only has to look at the retreating glaciers and the melting polar ice caps to realize that Global Warming is real.  The question should not be; "Is man the cause of Global Warming?" but rather; "What can we do to slow or reverse the trend?"  I urge everyone to take up the crusade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-3411074093847680309?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3411074093847680309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=3411074093847680309' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3411074093847680309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3411074093847680309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/global-warming.html' title='Global Warming'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2604315338924707493</id><published>2009-10-12T21:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T21:16:44.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Diocesean Convention</title><content type='html'>The Episcopal Diocese of Eastern Oregon had its 39th annual convention this past weekend in Klamath Falls.  K Falls is a 350 mile drive from home so it was really a flying trip for us especially with the time change.  We left before noon on Friday and arrived in K Falls at 5 pm with only a stop for lunch in Burns.  Skipped Eucharist on Sunday and left around 11 am.  Arrived home at 6 pm.  We spent a lot of time in the car for about 8 hours of convention time.  Nonetheless,  it was a great convention.  In Jean's words, the energy has shifted 180 degrees.  Our new Provisional Bishop, Nedi Rivera, is a wonderful addition for us.  she hasn't formed a lot of plans for us, which is good after 7 years of a control freak for a bishop.  I sense good things to come, I think she's ready to work with us in forming a vision of our reclaimed diocese.  We might even go back to our vision before the train wreck of the past 7 years.  I almost ran for Council, but my 70th birthday on Saturday convinced me to let some of the young turks have a go at it.  At any rate, I think we're on the right track again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2604315338924707493?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2604315338924707493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2604315338924707493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2604315338924707493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2604315338924707493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/diocesean-convention.html' title='Diocesean Convention'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7405463490726319730</id><published>2009-10-08T22:26:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T22:56:18.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rural vs Urban Culture</title><content type='html'>We watched Oregon Field Guide on OPB this evening and they devoted the entire half hour to a program that puts middle school students from the Portland area on ranches in the John Day Valley.  The program was started in response to the students' speaking out in favor of wolf re-introduction into Eastern Oregon.  It seems that the ranchers in Eastern Oregon felt that the kids had been brainwashed by environmentalists and they wanted a chance to let the kids see their side of things.  It was an interesting program, the kids spend a week living with a ranching family doing all the things done on a ranch in February.  The kids worked right alongside the rancher, helping with feeding, calving, vaccinating, and all then 101 other things that go on at a working cattle ranch.  The kids seemed to enjoy it and gain a better understanding of where their food comes from.  The kids were pretty wise, pointing out that there was little or no recycling in the area, something one girl called, "a slap in mother nature's face".  I'm sure that they could teach the folks in the John Day Valley a thing or two.  After all, we're all in this thing together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that I didn't see was any explanation of the ranchers' hatred of wolves.  Wolf predation is an economic blow to the livestock grower, but The Department of Fish and Wildlife reimburses ranchers for losses to wolf predation.   In Yellowstone Park the wolf population has helped make a stronger big game population mainly by reducing the number of sick and weak animals and forcing them to move around the area more.  Biologists are finally beginning to see that a diverse wildlife population is necessary for a healthy ecology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did see my friend Dennis on the show.  He spoke very intelligently (unlike some others on the show) about the need for understanding and working together.   That always works better than screaming epithets at people who differ with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7405463490726319730?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7405463490726319730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7405463490726319730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7405463490726319730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7405463490726319730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/10/rural-vs-urban-culture.html' title='Rural vs Urban Culture'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8886969377949297381</id><published>2009-09-30T22:33:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T22:44:33.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>National Parks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SsQzYlNu0FI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mJj9dg9jtpU/s1600-h/Yosemite+%26+Sugar+Pine+RR+045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SsQzYlNu0FI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mJj9dg9jtpU/s400/Yosemite+%26+Sugar+Pine+RR+045.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387487551641538642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SsQzYKiVCFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/o4EGZiMzcFE/s1600-h/Yosemite+%26+Sugar+Pine+RR+030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SsQzYKiVCFI/AAAAAAAAAP8/o4EGZiMzcFE/s400/Yosemite+%26+Sugar+Pine+RR+030.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387487544480172114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The National Parks&lt;/span&gt; on PBS every night, what a great series.  The photography is outstanding and the show is really informative.  I have been especially interested in the work needed to protect the parks.  It is really unbelievable how people cannot see the need to preserve these places of wonder.  I can understand the emphasis on Yosemite although Grand Canyon is, in my opinion, the most spectacular place in the country.  I don't have any Grand Canyon pictures on my computer, so you will have to put up with Yosemite.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8886969377949297381?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8886969377949297381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8886969377949297381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8886969377949297381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8886969377949297381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/national-parks.html' title='National Parks'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SsQzYlNu0FI/AAAAAAAAAQE/mJj9dg9jtpU/s72-c/Yosemite+%26+Sugar+Pine+RR+045.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-1395497612186630748</id><published>2009-09-19T20:19:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T20:37:02.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Auto Repairs</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SrWRxcE1iEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4jgzT4AFcUE/s1600-h/IMG_0002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SrWRxcE1iEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4jgzT4AFcUE/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383369208127391810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SrWRwwCu7BI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0r3g4ACwt3A/s1600-h/IMG_0001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SrWRwwCu7BI/AAAAAAAAAPs/0r3g4ACwt3A/s400/IMG_0001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5383369196307409938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I was sitting in my pickup in the Grocery Store parking lot yesterday waiting for incoming traffic to clear so I could pull out of the lot when I was unceremoniously hit by a much bigger pickup.  He was still in his parking slot and I was behind him in the exit lane and unfortunately he did not look in his mirror when he choose to back out.  He did not hit me very hard and at first I was inclined to let it go, but he insisted that he would make it right, so I contacted my insurance agent.  She had me go to the local body shop and get a estimate so she could start the process.  I knew that the repair costs would be much more than I anticipated, but I almost dropped my teeth when I got the estimate; $2300.  The whole side of the bed will have to be replaced and it alone costs nearly $1000.  We had considered changing our deductible amount but this little incident has convinced us that we should keep it at its present amount.  Fortunately, the deductible does not apply in this case but any ding will probably cost $500 or more to repair.  Now, if we can get the peeling clear coat fixed the PU will look good again.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-1395497612186630748?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1395497612186630748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=1395497612186630748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1395497612186630748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1395497612186630748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/auto-repairs.html' title='Auto Repairs'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SrWRxcE1iEI/AAAAAAAAAP0/4jgzT4AFcUE/s72-c/IMG_0002.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-6103761185474266502</id><published>2009-09-17T21:22:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T21:48:42.425-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SrMCpVWzcuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UTha5JKL8ac/s1600-h/IMG_0003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SrMCpVWzcuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UTha5JKL8ac/s400/IMG_0003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382648888768557794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is near Elgin, Oregon in NE Oregon.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SrMBSe3jBuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Phz0wh7gRL8/s1600-h/Sweet+Sophia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 325px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SrMBSe3jBuI/AAAAAAAAAPc/Phz0wh7gRL8/s400/Sweet+Sophia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382647396673193698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a short little blurb about the pictures I post.  They are very small in the blog and hard to see, however, if you click on the picture with your mouse you will get the full sized picture.  When I post pictures I always use the small image but I'm going to play with the sizing and you can play with the sizing on your end.  This is sweet Sophia our cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-6103761185474266502?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6103761185474266502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=6103761185474266502' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6103761185474266502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6103761185474266502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures.html' title='Pictures'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SrMCpVWzcuI/AAAAAAAAAPk/UTha5JKL8ac/s72-c/IMG_0003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4498066759735346894</id><published>2009-09-15T21:28:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T21:39:40.272-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>A friend of mine used to say; "a good lie, well told and stuck too, is better than the truth any day."  Strangely, he is a conservative Republican.  I think they must have secret schools where they teach that kind of crap.  The more outrageous the lie the more they push it. (see Sara Palin and death councils) It is also a good idea to run out the race card, after all the non-whites are the cause of all the problems facing the US today.  eg; the financial crisis was not caused by money hungry blood sucking banks, but by illegal immigrants taking all the jobs AND drawing Social Security and Welfare.  Same with Health care, ...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4498066759735346894?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4498066759735346894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4498066759735346894' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4498066759735346894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4498066759735346894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/lies.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4163030401530103971</id><published>2009-09-14T21:13:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T21:32:11.264-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Down Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/Sq8HBdesm5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hyAwtcc8Ikw/s1600-h/IMG_0031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/Sq8HBdesm5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hyAwtcc8Ikw/s200/IMG_0031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381527801405676434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We went to Jean's 50th Class reunion this weekend and had a great time.  All we did was eat and talk and then eat and talk some more.  On the way home we went by way of Post, Paulina, Suplee, Izee and Canyon City.  Suplee and Izee are true ghost towns, no trace remains of these two outposts from the 1900's.  The second picture was taken between Post and Paulina.  I worked on a cattle ranch near Paulina in my high school years and was curious to see how much civilization has changed Paulina in the intervening years.  Paulina is the metropolis of the "upper country" between Prineville, Burns, and John Day in the center of Eastern Oregon with a population of around 30 souls.  The General Store is unchanged since the '50s.  The Paulina Rodeo is a well known amateur rodeo and the rodeo grounds have changed, they have bleachers.  Back in the day you sat on the fence. I'm sorry I didn't get a picture of the rodeo grounds. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/Sq8HA95d0fI/AAAAAAAAAO8/D3YI8PRQwPI/s1600-h/IMG_0026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/Sq8HA95d0fI/AAAAAAAAAO8/D3YI8PRQwPI/s200/IMG_0026.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381527792928018930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4163030401530103971?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4163030401530103971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4163030401530103971' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4163030401530103971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4163030401530103971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/down-memory-lane.html' title='Down Memory Lane'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/Sq8HBdesm5I/AAAAAAAAAPE/hyAwtcc8Ikw/s72-c/IMG_0031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-3194343251433138121</id><published>2009-09-09T22:13:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T22:38:53.781-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Care Reform</title><content type='html'>President Obama gave his address on Health Care Reform this evening and I got to thinking again about the "Moral Majority".  Here we have a large group of people who revel in their "Christianity" often accusing those who don't agree with them of being unChristian or worse devil worshipers.  However, these are the same people who are spreading lies about the proposed Health Care Reform and doing all in their power to derail any meaningful reform.  Most often their resistance is tied to the cost factor, complaining about the debt the nation will incur if the legislation becomes law.  I didn't hear any complaints about the cost of King George's war on Iraq.  This brings me to my main point;  how can a Christian refuse to aid those in need?  Their refusal to cry out for assistance to those less fortunate than themselves puts a lie to their claims as Christians.  I see Pharisees standing on the street corners boasting of their righteousness.  I see those denounced by The Christ as hypocrites.  I see a class of people determined to keep the lower class under their thumb by refusing them the most basic of needs, food, shelter, clothing and good health care.  Remember it was the despised Samaritan rather than the Priests and Pharisees who cared for the stranger on the side of the road who needed health care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-3194343251433138121?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3194343251433138121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=3194343251433138121' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3194343251433138121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3194343251433138121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/health-care-reform.html' title='Health Care Reform'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7037877213187102858</id><published>2009-09-07T10:09:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T10:21:14.698-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Router Bits</title><content type='html'>I have been thinking about this for a few weeks now, and I finally did it.  What is it? Several weeks ago I got an email offering to send me a set of carbide tipped router bits if I would put a link to their web site.  I was concerned about the morality of letting commercialism enter into my "pure" blog.  I checked around and Blogger, the service I use, has a Gadget to use to insert ads into your site, so here I am.  In the interest of disclosure I am receiving renumeration for adding the link, but I checked out their site and they seem to have some good stuff.  What I'm waiting for now is for Delta or Jet to offer me a free tablesaw for linking to their site.  I'm afraid I wouldn't spend any time considering the offer, the link would be up as fast as I could type. Mea culpa, my feet are of clay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7037877213187102858?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7037877213187102858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7037877213187102858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7037877213187102858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7037877213187102858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/09/router-bits.html' title='Router Bits'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-3332519693496616038</id><published>2009-08-25T22:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-25T22:42:16.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neat Gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SpS7KR6zA5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/P7KqtHeSDo4/s1600-h/IMG_0012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SpS7KR6zA5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/P7KqtHeSDo4/s200/IMG_0012.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374126040642945938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SpS7J_I4Z0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/DvMt3kJwqtM/s1600-h/IMG_0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SpS7J_I4Z0I/AAAAAAAAAOs/DvMt3kJwqtM/s200/IMG_0014.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374126035601745730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SpS7JHLXLHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WSfG8J8CDUA/s1600-h/IMG_0011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SpS7JHLXLHI/AAAAAAAAAOk/WSfG8J8CDUA/s200/IMG_0011.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374126020579765362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Johnson is a parishoner at St. Thomas in Canyon City and he is a Flint Napper.  For those who may not know what a Flint Napper is, Jim makes knives and arrow heads out of stone, usually Obsidian, a form of volcanic glass.  He chips the edges of the stone until it is in the shape he desires and then attaches a handle for a knife or an arrow for an arrow head.  He is a true artist and an avid outdoorsman.  He told me that he has skinned many of the deer he has taken with his obsidian knives.  He said that when the knife gets dull he just flakes off a few new chips and the knife is as good as ever.  Sunday after church Jim gave me a knife he made for me, it is a wonderful gift.  Here are some pictures of Jim's gracious gift.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-3332519693496616038?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3332519693496616038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=3332519693496616038' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3332519693496616038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3332519693496616038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/08/neat.html' title='Neat Gift'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SpS7KR6zA5I/AAAAAAAAAO0/P7KqtHeSDo4/s72-c/IMG_0012.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8537644924617803996</id><published>2009-08-18T22:53:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T23:37:30.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wallowa Lake Chapel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SouOre6CvII/AAAAAAAAAOc/2446BHqWWAg/s1600-h/Hell%27s+Canyon+023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SouOre6CvII/AAAAAAAAAOc/2446BHqWWAg/s200/Hell%27s+Canyon+023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371543858251480194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jean and I went to Enterprise this past weekend where I did a Eucharist for the people of St. Patrick's and then went on up to the Chapel at Wallowa Lake for a somewhat non-denominational Morning Prayer. We go up there each summer for services and it's a great place to re-create. The Wallowa Valley lies at the foot of the Wallowa Mountains which are called the Little Switzerland of Oregon.  It is truly one of God's "thin places" even though there are lots of tourists and tourist traps at the Lake. The Chapel, maintained by St. Pat's, celebrated its 50th anniversary this summer. It is open from June through August and offers a place to worship for all the campers who throng to the Lake each summer.  The Chapel is a rustic structure designed to keep the sun (and occasionally rain) off the worshippers who sit on half logs facing a swift running stream just feet from the cross and altar.  Deer sometimes walk by with hardly a glance at the strange humans sitting on logs.  The celebrant has to stand under the cover to be heard over the sound of the stream.  Many different denominations are represented and many return year after year.  This year was one of the best I've seen, we had 27 worship with us at the Chapel and 9 take communion at St. Pat's earlier in the morning. Although the building is considerably different, the Lake Chapel has a remarkably similar feeling to the Glass Chapel at Eureka Springs, Arkansas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture is Joseph, Oregon an artists center at the end of Wallowa Lake. The town is filled with bronze statuary, there are a number of foundries in the village.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8537644924617803996?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8537644924617803996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8537644924617803996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8537644924617803996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8537644924617803996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/08/wallowa-lake-chapel.html' title='Wallowa Lake Chapel'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SouOre6CvII/AAAAAAAAAOc/2446BHqWWAg/s72-c/Hell%27s+Canyon+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-212334605427738563</id><published>2009-08-08T21:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T21:23:13.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook</title><content type='html'>I just got on Facebook this past week and it is somewhat interesting.  The learning curve isn't very steep, but I'm not sure I get what makes Facebook such a big deal.  Apparently the idea is to see how many friends you can get to write on your wall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few years ago I signed on to My Space as a way to be able to blog but that didn't work very well. I got a email from some girl? wanting to be my friend. As a senior on Medicare I was a little perplexed as to why an apparently young girl would want to be friends with an old fart like me. I figured it was some cop trying to catch pedophiles on the net. I refused her offer and got off My Space as fast as I could.  So far the only friend requests on Facebook come from people I know. That's fine, but I'm not sure what to say to my friends who are 3000 miles away.  I'll give it a shot, but I may lose interest fairly soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-212334605427738563?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/212334605427738563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=212334605427738563' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/212334605427738563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/212334605427738563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/08/facebook.html' title='Facebook'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7249645073655055754</id><published>2009-08-03T22:29:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T22:54:42.048-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashes to Ashes</title><content type='html'>We buried Paul's ashes yesterday next to the ashes of his wife of 60 years, Juanita.  Both Paul and Juanita wanted to be cremated and the ashes scattered in the mountains of Northeastern Oregon,  The children wanted to have a burial site that they could visit, so before Juanita died, she and Paul agreed to have their ashes buried in a little graveyard dating back to the earliest settlement of the area.  Their oldest son, Gerry, bought a plot for his parents and him and his wife.  The cemetery had been long neglected but folks in the area revitalized the grounds and fenced it to keep the deer and elk out of the hallowed ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I built a box to hold Paul's ashes and yesterday Jean and I and the family and friends made the 2 hour drive to the cemetery and held the burial service.  It was a melancholy service, but also very spirit filled. When we arrived Paul's two sons dug the hole while the daughter held the box of ashes. I read the committal service from the Book of Common Prayer and at the close of the service each of us present sprinkled dirt on the box and recited "ashes to ashes, dust to dust" or a brief comment to Paul and Juanita. Then the sons filled in the grave.  It was the best funeral service I have ever conducted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7249645073655055754?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7249645073655055754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7249645073655055754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7249645073655055754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7249645073655055754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/08/ashes-to-ashes.html' title='Ashes to Ashes'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8284648863613568371</id><published>2009-07-19T22:42:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T23:01:49.919-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Trees</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SmP5-C230jI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AHodbNUj5zo/s1600-h/IMG_0020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SmP5-C230jI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AHodbNUj5zo/s200/IMG_0020.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360402825815249458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SmP598ApGQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Ny9_XqyFMtQ/s1600-h/IMG_0006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SmP598ApGQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Ny9_XqyFMtQ/s200/IMG_0006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360402823977179394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the trees today. It is a 1 hour drive to the turn off and then another 10 miles into the forest.  Our forests are mostly Ponderosa Pine with some Tamarack (Western Larch) with White Fire in the higher elevations.  We stopped at the first campground and had a picnic and just enjoyed the trees.  You need to understand that where we live in Eastern Oregon, except for trees planted in town, there are NO trees.  You can drive to the top of a hill south of town and see for at least 50 miles and not see 1 tree.  We are in what is called The Great Basin High Desert, with an average rainfall of 12 inches, mostly in the form of snow.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the picnic we drove up the road and, after driving for 3 hours, came to a ranching region called Drewsey after the hamlet of the same name. From there it was a quick 75 miles to home on one of the main highways that pass through our area. We put a little over 200 miles on the car during our Sunday drive.  Check out some of the pictures we took.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8284648863613568371?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8284648863613568371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8284648863613568371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8284648863613568371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8284648863613568371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/trees.html' title='Trees'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SmP5-C230jI/AAAAAAAAAOU/AHodbNUj5zo/s72-c/IMG_0020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5455848886321791066</id><published>2009-07-16T22:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:58:21.204-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://twitpic.com/acdiy" title="From one of my favorite nuns today (convent kept secret to pr... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;img src="http://twitpic.com/show/thumb/acdiy.jpg" width="150" height="150" alt="From one of my favorite nuns today (convent kept secret to pr... on Twitpic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5455848886321791066?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5455848886321791066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5455848886321791066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5455848886321791066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5455848886321791066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/from-one-of-my-favorite-nuns-today.html' title=''/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2178389077540683735</id><published>2009-07-16T22:01:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T22:23:04.100-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Fred Meyer -- RIP</title><content type='html'>Today was a bittersweet day.  We held Paul's funeral today at Grace Lutheran Church.  I officiated and Linda Meuller, Grace's Pastor, assisted.  It was pretty well attended considering that the temperature was near 100 at the 2 PM starting time.  Paul was ready to go, he has been lonely since his wife, Juanita, died two years ago.  The end came mercifully soon, he had been hospitalized for 4 days and came home at 9:30 AM on Friday, July 10.  He died 2 hours later.  I went to see him as soon as they had him settled in his bed. He was semi-conscious when I went in but I held his hand and said, "Welcome Home," his eyes fluttered and he said "So long" and I talked a little more as he dropped into a deeper sleep.  Connie called me into the house an hour later saying she thought her dad had died. I went in and his pulse was weak and thready and his respirations were fast and nearly non-existent.  Connie and I both said that he could go and I left her to get my prayer book to give him Last Rites and when I returned he was gone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to miss him, we've been buddies for 25 years.  He was a great neighbor and an even better man.  I think we gave him a good send off.  So Long old buddy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2178389077540683735?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2178389077540683735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2178389077540683735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2178389077540683735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2178389077540683735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/paul-fred-meyer-rip.html' title='Paul Fred Meyer -- RIP'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5304897034035892772</id><published>2009-07-04T17:12:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-07-04T17:23:29.154-06:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th in Vale, Oregon</title><content type='html'>Our little town has always done a lot of things for the 4th of July.  This year has been no different. They have the Rodeo every year of course, it's held in the evening when it's cooler.  We had a run at the crack of dawn along with the Lion's Club breakfast, later at 1 PM we had the parade and Oregon Trail Days in the City Park.  &lt;br /&gt;You can keep quite busy if you try to do all the activities available.  This year we have kept our activities pretty low key, we watched the parade from our carport and that was it.  The weather this year has been very good, temps in the low 90's during the day and cooling off to the high 50's/low 60's. A little thunder last night but no rain and little wind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5304897034035892772?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5304897034035892772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5304897034035892772' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5304897034035892772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5304897034035892772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/july-4th-in-vale-oregon.html' title='July 4th in Vale, Oregon'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4033580613036449060</id><published>2009-06-22T23:03:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T23:36:29.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign Me Up For Another 50</title><content type='html'>Well, Our 50th Wedding Anniversary has come and gone and I'm ready for another 50.  &lt;br /&gt;We didn't plan anything special, just a good time with our family and friends.  Our &lt;br /&gt;daughter and her family came from Massachusetts and our son and his family drove up from Arkansas.  Our daughter had told us her plans, but our son said nothing and surprised us Thursday (June 18) evening arriving just a short time before our daughter drove in from the Eugene area after a brief check in with her partner's family.  We got a nice e-note from Louis Crew and cards from our siblings.  On Saturday we had a brunch with our friends and family and beamed through numerous toasts with sparkling grape juice.  Later, we had dinner at a restaurant where our waiter surprised us with a beautiful rendition of Kenny Roger's "Through The Years" and Chocolate Cheesecake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we weren't eating we were talking and just having a good time. The earliest bed time was Sunday because they were all headed home today.  We were all in bed by 11:30 and sleeping except the kids who finally dropped off at 2:30 AM after Grandma reminded them that they were going to be leaving at 7 AM.  After all had left, Jean and I headed for our recliners and took a long nap.  We were exhausted!  I didn't envy them for their long trip home.  Ken drove 1719 miles from Fort Smith, Arkansas in two days and planned to go home the same way.  Cathy and her family were driving 360 miles back to Eugene so Pam could take care of her mother who was having surgery today.  Cathy and Alex were flying out of Portland back to Massachusetts to get back to work  All in all we had a great time, I can hardly wait for the next 50 to pass so we can do it again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4033580613036449060?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4033580613036449060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4033580613036449060' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4033580613036449060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4033580613036449060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/sign-me-up-for-another-50.html' title='Sign Me Up For Another 50'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8240570189210267423</id><published>2009-06-15T23:09:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:19:49.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wahoo!  Finally</title><content type='html'>I finally finished the bathroom remodel!  I can't believe that I started this job on May 22.  It didn't take me that long to remodel the kitchen and that involved building all the cabinets from scratch.  I'm glad that I'm done, now I can concentrate on getting ready for our daughter and her family who will be here on June 18.  They are coming to help us celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe that we have been married that long, Jean still looks just the same as she did on that night in Prineville at the Community Church. Our Grandparents on our father's side both made 50 but neither of our parents did.  Auto accidents and cancer took care of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8240570189210267423?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8240570189210267423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8240570189210267423' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8240570189210267423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8240570189210267423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/wahoo-finally.html' title='Wahoo!  Finally'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-9050740384767080956</id><published>2009-06-15T23:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-15T23:09:21.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-9050740384767080956?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9050740384767080956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=9050740384767080956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/9050740384767080956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/9050740384767080956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5820901519453958066</id><published>2009-06-11T22:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T22:47:34.139-06:00</updated><title type='text'>KJS &amp; Netie Rivera</title><content type='html'>Tuesday, June 9, clergy and wives were invited to a retreat in Bend at Trinity Church with Katherine Jefferts Shori and our newly elected Bishop, Bavi (Neti) Rivera.  I have more or less been out of contact with the diocese for the past 2 or 3 years but I was impressed by Bishop Rivera at her installation at Cove in late May, so I thought it would be neat to see her and the Presiding Bishop of ECUSA.  I went to Bend on Monday afternoon and stayed with my brother and his wife.  It was good to see them especially since both are battling cancer and they are winning. I really enjoyed visiting with them, we don't see each other often enough.  The retreat with Katherine and Neti was great!  Those two ladies are really on the ball and their energy is infectious.  I told Bishop Rivera that I was re-energized and would make an effort to become more involved.  I can see that the Diocese will be in good hands for the first time in over 7 years.  It may take a while to get her up to speed as to whom we are and what we are about, but I'm sure that she will "get" it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5820901519453958066?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5820901519453958066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5820901519453958066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5820901519453958066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5820901519453958066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/kjs-netie-rivera.html' title='KJS &amp; Netie Rivera'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2854074672772582197</id><published>2009-06-05T21:57:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T22:09:02.877-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remodel Progress</title><content type='html'>I took the week off from work with the idea of finishing the bathroom project.  NOT! I did get all the tile down and the grouting done and the only thing Left is sealing the grout.  I worked 9 hours Wednesday laying the tile. The only tiling I had done before was an open 12 x 20 room.  Took me about 4 hours, so I figured I could do a 4 x 5 space in jig time. AGAIN NOT! It took me the entire afternoon from 1 PM to 9 PM to get it done.  The problem was no space to maneuver and nothing to touch since the room had been freshly painted.  My original plan was to lay the full tiles and then do the edges.  Once again NOT!  I finally got it done and the grouting done and it looks great and I am able to walk again an my housemaid's knees are healing. The rest will be a snap.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2854074672772582197?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2854074672772582197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2854074672772582197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2854074672772582197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2854074672772582197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/remodel-progress.html' title='Remodel Progress'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2812386490891087065</id><published>2009-05-28T21:51:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T22:06:07.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remodeling Redux</title><content type='html'>Monday, Memorial Day, I rested from the weekend.  I drove nearly 600 miles Saturday and Sunday, since I'm not a truck driver that nearly wore me out.  Tuesday I got started and did the first coat of paint.  It went so well that I got the second coat on the walls.  Now all I need is some touch-up and do the tile and put everything back.  At the rate I'm going I should have it finished by Christmas.  I didn't really mean that, negative thoughts have a negative effect on your work.  Oh yes, I found out yesterday that I got to work on Thursday and Friday, so no work today.  I was quite warm today, nearly 100.  That warm this early doesn't give me a warm fuzzy feeling.  Actually the low as 50 and the high was 98.  Makes for nice sleeping and, of course, its a dry heat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're going to do a neat thing for Pentecost at St Matthews.  I will read a portion from the prayer book and Roger( who grew up min Central America) will read it in &lt;br /&gt;Spanish.  We will wear bright red shirts and our red stoles.  Should be fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2812386490891087065?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2812386490891087065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2812386490891087065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2812386490891087065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2812386490891087065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/remodeling-redux.html' title='Remodeling Redux'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8587311746310880267</id><published>2009-05-22T22:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T22:59:23.938-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remodeling</title><content type='html'>This past winter we decided to put ceramic tile in my bathroom.  It's a small bathroom, just 4'6" x 5' of floor space.  In a flurry of activity we got all the materials needed at the local Home Depot (Disneyland to us) and started picking out paint colors.  The effort stalled when we both came down with some respiratory malfunction that put us out of commission for about 3 weeks. Monday was designated B-Day and I got to work clearing the room of everything but the shower.  Everything went fine until I pulled up the vinyl flooring.  The toilet had leaked clear water under the vinyl and then grew mold. The outer edges that hadn't gotten wet were well stuck to the floor.  I took all Wednesday afternoon to get that stuff off the cement floor.  Thursday I had plans to scrub the floor with TSP which is a fairly harsh chemical, but it kills mold.  Then I was going to paint the walls the color we chose. That was not to be, I had to make a run to Ontario for the Company.  That killed the day.  Today I was going to do the stuff I had planned to do Thursday.  Nope!  Jean's computer started acting up and I got to spend and hour and a half with a nice young lady in The Philippines trying to diagnose the problems.  Of course, that was after spending several hours trying to diagnose the problem by myself. I then got to go to Ontario and Fruitland to get the computer repaired and do banking for the Company.  It is now 11 PM and I am still running virus scans on the computer.  Tomorrow we get to go to Cove to take part in welcoming our new bishop, and that will take all day.  I'm currently planning to restart the project Monday.  Pray for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8587311746310880267?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8587311746310880267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8587311746310880267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8587311746310880267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8587311746310880267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/remodeling.html' title='Remodeling'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7825524353178975716</id><published>2009-05-17T22:40:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T22:52:40.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Recycling</title><content type='html'>Watched Bill Moyers last Friday and he had a guy on who had written a book about global warming.  It was a great discussion, but the thing of most interest to me was a web site that he talked about.  It is called www.goodguide.com and if that link doesn't work just Google "good Guide" and it will come up.  The site rates stuff on its carbon footprint and compares similar brands with its rating system.  You can then decide if you want to buy something by looking at its rating.  Moyers said that this was the first time he saw a reason for the internet, each of us can tell our friends about Good Guide and we will all do our part to fight Global Warming.  So, I'm doing my part.  Check out Good Guide.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7825524353178975716?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7825524353178975716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7825524353178975716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7825524353178975716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7825524353178975716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/recycling.html' title='Recycling'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5805533039096397906</id><published>2009-05-08T22:49:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T23:05:38.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keeping at it</title><content type='html'>My posts have become really sporadic despite my best intentions to keep at it.  I just don't find enough to write about.  I don't know how those folks who seem to read all the blogs on their list every day do it.  Then they write numerous articles for us all to read.  Maybe they have nothing else to do, because keeping at it daily takes a lot of time.  Now that I'm retired I have even less time to do all that I want to do.  I normally get on the web around 10 PM MDT and have an hour or so until I hit the bed. I type rather slowly, more so now that I have neuropathy, I can't feel the keys and often double strike without knowing it.  I would be lost without spell check.  I will keep at it, but I will not start twitter.  Reminds me of an old joke about a nervous titter, but I want to keep a pg-13 rating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5805533039096397906?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5805533039096397906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5805533039096397906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5805533039096397906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5805533039096397906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/keeping-at-it.html' title='Keeping at it'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8096084917174573181</id><published>2009-04-28T19:24:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T19:52:10.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I Spoke Too Soon</title><content type='html'>Here it is Tuesday and my crud is still with me, not so bad, but still there.  This is the first cold I've had that makes my diaphragm hurt.  The hypochondriac in me vacillates between pneumonia and now, swine flu.  The realist in me says you've milked this about as far as you can, now pull up your big boy shorts and get busy.  I really do have a yard out of control, the squirrels are getting lost in the tall grass. If it is really something dire, Jean can have my gravestone engraved, "I told you I was sick".  Actually, she has been super, as she always is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got to go check out "Mad Priest"  he missed out on a super job and he's really bummed. Can't blame him though, I can remember being sure I was going to be Arnie's replacement as head wrestling coach, only to be aced out by the new English teacher.  I had put in 10 years as Arnie's assistant, several of them unpaid, and Arnie had recommended me, I just knew I had the job. Took me some time to get over that, eventually returned as an assistant, but there was still resentment.  They finally gave me the job 10 years later when the head coach got into some trouble and had to leave.  I took the job, but the thrill was gone, it was ten years too late. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When it came time for me to retire I rigged it so my assistant was sure to get the job. He was like I had been 30 years before, gung ho!  He found it wasn't as easy as he had thought and quit head coaching and went back to assisting.  He had his shot though and didn't have to spend 10 years wishing he had gotten the job, knowing that he would have been a great head coach.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8096084917174573181?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8096084917174573181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8096084917174573181' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8096084917174573181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8096084917174573181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-spoke-too-soon.html' title='I Spoke Too Soon'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-6859962929939407058</id><published>2009-04-26T16:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T16:09:48.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>For Better or Worse</title><content type='html'>I have spent the past three days battling a cold that really laid me out.  I was beginning to think I had Pneumonia because it hurt my lungs to cough.  Coughing was counterproductive because it hurt so much to cough and I was unable to do anything in the way of breaking up the congestion.  This is the first time that I have been so sick in 15 years or so.  Other times, if I had a cold I took some decongestant and blew my nose a lot, but I really didn't feel bad.  Jean has been Florence Nightingale, she has waited on me hand and foot.  It is nice being pampered when you feel lousy.  Today is the first time I have been at the computer since last Thursday.  It's nice being back to feeling good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-6859962929939407058?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6859962929939407058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=6859962929939407058' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6859962929939407058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6859962929939407058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/for-better-or-worse.html' title='For Better or Worse'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2804610111216629549</id><published>2009-04-20T22:25:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T22:47:38.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Hate Mongers</title><content type='html'>I just got an email from an aquaintance about the US Government giving &lt;br /&gt;China the right of Eminant Domain if the US defaults on the debt owed to China.  I checked it out on Snopes.com and found it was completely false.  I then went to the site quoted by my friend with the thought of pointing out that the statement was false.  It turned out to be the blog of a Hal Turner which was filled with inflammatory rhetoric. There were a lot of comments so I read down them to see if anybody had already pointed out the falsity of the blog.  What I read were some of the sickest racist comments ever.  There were a few comments stating that the facts given were, indeed, false.  They were promptly rebuked by the followers of Hal Turner with some of the most vile stuff, including death threats, to those opposed to the Hal Turner set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew there were racists and haters in our country. but I was not ready to what I encountered.  I know that we must protect freedom of speech, but this Turner guy is ;ile someone yelling fire in a crowed theater.  I guess what startled me was how easily his followers swallowed his line, no questions asked.  I hope the FBI is following this site, there were some pretty explicit threats against President Obama's life.  Please don't check this site it is pure evil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2804610111216629549?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2804610111216629549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2804610111216629549' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2804610111216629549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2804610111216629549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/hate-mongers.html' title='Hate Mongers'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4351670047224838693</id><published>2009-04-17T22:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T23:14:11.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Picture for Title</title><content type='html'>Those of you who have been following my pitiful attempts to be a big time blogger may have noticed that I have changed the picture under the title.  It was a picture of Bridal Veil Falls taken from the South Tunnel Entrance of Yosemite National Park.  As I looked at it this evening I noticed that the falls were nowhere to be seen.  Blogger somehow shrunk the photo by cutting off the right (waterfall) side.  I decided to put a picture taken a little closer to home.  This photo is Kieger Gorge in the Steens Mountains about 40 miles south of Burns Oregon and about 150 miles southwest of our home in Eastern Oregon.  The heavily glaciated canyon is typical of all the canyons in the Steens which are an uplifted fault block. The eastern rim of the mountain overlooks a steep drop to the White Horse Desert over 5000 feet below.  The western side rises gently from the Playa Lakes, Malheur Lake and Harney Lake.  There is a good graveled road up the western slope all the way to the summit. A beautiful unspoiled part of Oregon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4351670047224838693?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4351670047224838693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4351670047224838693' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4351670047224838693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4351670047224838693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-picture-for-title.html' title='New Picture for Title'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-6732661048408214248</id><published>2009-04-16T22:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T22:54:07.374-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Musing</title><content type='html'>Do you get pissed off when a waitress calls you "hon" or "sweetheart"? It feels condescending to me like I'm a little doty and need someone to take care of me.  &lt;br /&gt;I have just gotten a new one: when I ask for my Senior Discount the little punk at the cash register says, "Can I see your ID".  I want to punch him in the mouth and say do you want more of my ID?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are people too lazy to put their shopping carts back where they're supposed to be? You start to pull into a parking spot and there is a cart smack dab in the middle! So out of the car and move the cart out of the way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to the fifty cent piece?  Did they stop making them? My pocket gets so full of change that I have to off load it and give the cashier exact change for a $2.42 item. That's 9 quarters, 3 nickels and 2 pennies.  And I still have a pocket full of  change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do people get onto the freeway at 37 miles an hour, while heading straight onto the freeway like they have the right of way.  It's especially tough in Idaho, as they come off the on ramp without looking right or left.  On the same vein, why do people get into the fast lane and drive about 5 - 10 mph below the speed limit?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to add your own pet peeves.  Lord knows there are lots of them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-6732661048408214248?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6732661048408214248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=6732661048408214248' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6732661048408214248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6732661048408214248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/more-musing.html' title='More Musing'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-696578195417154730</id><published>2009-04-14T22:24:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-14T23:09:53.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Silver Threads Among the Gold</title><content type='html'>Does everybody wind up with slick fingers with no finger prints?  I have a terrible time holding on to things, especially those huge soft drink cups you get as a medium size at fast food places.  And look out when I try to pick up something with wet hands, it's headed to the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another question, does everything you eat give you gas?  It seems as though whatever I eat soon gives rise to a huge gas bubble, generally when I'm in a crowded space.  Of course, the problem is worst with the foods I like best.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your mind goes blank when you begin to speak of a person you know well, is it an indicator of the onset of Alzheimer's disease?  I'll be talking merrily along and all of a sudden -nada, nothing, a complete blank- and after mumbling around for a while it comes back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did bowel movements become so important?  A good bowel movement becomes an event.  When I was younger BM's were a regular part (no pun intended)of your daily routine, something you were hardly aware of, they just were.  Now, you feel as though you should shout from the roof tops, man, you should see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did doctors become specialists?  I have a family doctor (now called a primary care physician), a nephrologist, a dermatologist, a neurologist, an orthopedist, actually, for a while I had separate knee doctors, one for the right knee and one for the left, and my opthamologist.  I would have a dentist, but I have false teeth so there is not much of a need there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did music from the 60's and the 70's become golden oldies?  Golden oldies should be from the 30's and 40's.  And when did chanting some bad poetry to a beat become "Pop Music",  I can't even tell what they are saying so I don't even know if they're shouting obscenities, but it sure doesn't sound like music to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When did bedtime become something you looked forward to instead of something you fought?  "All nighters" now mean you made it through the entire night without having to get up and going to the bathroom.  And we brag about it; "well, I only had to go to the John once last night."  Speaking of bedtime, it is mine, so good night all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, how many of you say, "bye bye" at the end of a telephone call?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-696578195417154730?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/696578195417154730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=696578195417154730' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/696578195417154730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/696578195417154730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/silver-threads-among-gold.html' title='Silver Threads Among the Gold'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8943237417563740203</id><published>2009-04-04T21:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:02:53.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Gardening</title><content type='html'>Today has been one of the first nice days we've had this year.  It was a little chilly but a sweat shirt was enough to keep me warm.  I would like to get my shorts out but it is a little too cool to show my great legs and draw attention away from my oversize belly.  I have started wearing suspenders to hold my pants up because my gut is bigger than my butt and when I bend over I tend to show my plumber's crack.  Not a very pleasing sight.  I did a lot of bending over today because I replaced all of my rose bushes in front of the house.  I removed the old bushes and then had to remove all of the Bermuda Grass from the flower beds.  Bermuda Grass is a bane to me.  I suspect that one of the previous owners planted some of the Zoizia grass plugs to get a drought resistant lawn.  It is indeed drought resistant and every other thing resistant.  Twenty years ago I tried to kill the Bermuda Grass completely from my lawn.  I sprayed it with Roundup every week for two summers.  I roto tilled it a number of times and dug up the roots each time.  I got a pickup load of roots some were growing into the concrete foundation.  The grass grows in long runners with an icepick like tip.  After I did not see any new growth for a month of the third summer I planted Oregon Kentucky Bluegrass.  The lawn looked great for 15 years until the Bermuda Grass began to rear its ugly head.  I don't think I have the stamina to try to get rid of it.  The kids will have to sell the house in the summer or winter when the yard looks pretty good.  I swear that the stuff I have in my front yard drinks Roundup like Champagne.  Oh yeah, this is not the small bladed stuff found on golf courses.  This grass is broad bladed and sharp on the bare feet, an overall nasty stuff to have in your yard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8943237417563740203?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8943237417563740203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8943237417563740203' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8943237417563740203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8943237417563740203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/gardening.html' title='Gardening'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-1580049959627241544</id><published>2009-03-26T22:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T22:50:07.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Right Way to do Business vs the Wrong Way</title><content type='html'>The trucking company that Jean and Char own has been involved over the years with what are called Factor Companies.  One of the problems with a trucking company is cash flow.  When a load is hauled an invoice is sent to the broker or shipper and if you are fortunate you will be paid within 45 days of the invoice.  If you have a large reserve, this is not a problem, but for small struggling outfits it can mean the end of your company.  So, a group of folks with a big pot of money will buy your receipts from you for a percentage discount.  The amount varies, often in line with the gross amount that you factor.  The first factoring company that the ladies signed up with, on their banker's recommendation, were out and out thieves.  They screwed the trucking company out of $14,000 over a period of a couple of years.  Not an awful lot, but for a struggling company it meant the difference between a profit and a loss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About a year ago they moved to a different company and the difference was as different as night and day.  The new company's factor fee was less and it was easier to get your funds and make funds available for fuel for the trucks.  But, after a year or so, they became harder to work with and their fees were a hardship on the truckers and the trucking company.  So some searching led to the discovery of a new factoring company in a neighboring community.  When the old factor company heard that we were leaving they refused to let us go by refusing to sign a release form and cutting us out of the web site we used to get funds, both actions a clear violation for our contract with them.  We had to threaten a lawsuit before they honored the contract.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today Jean and I went to see our new factor company and to sell our first loads to them.  We handed the the invoice and they said, "If you can wait a bit we will have your check for you.  While you are waiting you can join us for lunch."  So we had lunch and walked out with a check.  Their percentage is lower and the fees they charge for various services are also lower. Plus the truckers can sent their paper work directly to the Factor company and they are funded within a couple of hours.  The process they use is much simpler and quicker than the others, so we feel we have found the right factoring company.  They know how to treat their customers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-1580049959627241544?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1580049959627241544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=1580049959627241544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1580049959627241544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1580049959627241544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/right-way-to-do-business-vs-wrong-way.html' title='The Right Way to do Business vs the Wrong Way'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7523073667685210644</id><published>2009-03-21T22:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T22:53:57.180-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Onion Skin Players</title><content type='html'>Yesterday evening we had an outing with Char and Chuck and Chuck's aunt Char.  We started with dinner at a Chinese Restaurant and finished at the Star Theater in Weiser, Idaho.  The production was a Melodrama presented by the Onion Skin Players entitled "Ruckus at Cowboy U or Who's Hugh".  It was an old fashioned Melodrama with boos for the villain, hisses for his female accomplice and cheers for the hero and sighs for his lady.  The Onion Skin Players are a group of amateurs who have been putting on shows for 23 years. The shows are written by cast members and feature old songs for all to sing although the lyrics have been tweaked to fit the show.  We had a fantastic time leaving at the end of the show hoarse from booing, hissing, cheering, sighing and singing.  &lt;br /&gt;The theater is a long narrow former movie theater built in the late teens of the past century.  Art Deco design is everywhere especially the lighting sconces.  They are probably worth a lot of money from a designer or collector.&lt;br /&gt;The cast wanders among the crowd as they find their seats.  I was met by a buxom dance hall girl who could not resist my bald head so she planted a kiss on the shiny dome of my head. A grand time was had by all.  Yes, I washed it off when we got home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7523073667685210644?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7523073667685210644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7523073667685210644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7523073667685210644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7523073667685210644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/onion-skin-players.html' title='The Onion Skin Players'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2898955836159183722</id><published>2009-03-13T21:36:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T21:56:46.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring</title><content type='html'>Paul (my next door neighbor) and I took a little drive yesterday.  We went south of town on the Dry Creek Road.  The country out there is typical High Desert, sage and grasses and in late May or early June, wildflowers.  I was curious about the condition of the road, much of it is just dirt with no gravel.  In rainy weather it can get really greasy and we had a fair (for Eastern Oregon) amount of rain last weekend, so I wanted to see how muddy it was.  Surprise!  There was only one wet spot and it was easy to go around.  It had been muddy you could see and feel the ruts made by the mudders.  That's my name for those guys who have four wheel drive and see how much mud they can get on their trucks.  It really messes up the road and it will stay that way until it gets graded, probably next Fall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hills are already greening up following the rain.  Even though it has been cold at night it warms up to the 50's during the day, and that's enough to get the grasses growing.  That is a serious sign of Spring. dry roads and green grass. But, I bought some bare root rose bushes last weekend and I'm not ready to put them in the ground.  I'll wait until the nights are a little warmer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2898955836159183722?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2898955836159183722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2898955836159183722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2898955836159183722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2898955836159183722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/spring.html' title='Spring'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7607597469417076100</id><published>2009-03-06T21:45:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T22:18:18.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Health Care</title><content type='html'>This morning while working on my elliptical glider I got to thinking of the fantastic things that have been developed in my lifetime. Our world has completely changed in the past 50 years.  One of the areas that has changed probably more than any other is the area of health care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We often complain about the cost of health care, and it is high, but think of the lives that have been saved.  I went to summer school in 1965 at North Dakota State University in Fargo, ND.  We had a futurist speak about what changes we might see in health care.  He predicted that organ donations would become commonplace.  In fact he foresaw organ banks filled with all sorts of organs including skin and bones as well as the vital organs so that when a body part was needed for a transplant it would be available from the organ bank.  I believe that organ banks are now feasible except the rate of donation lags far behind medicine's ability to use them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been the recipient of some of the life giving wonders of medicine at least twice.  The first was when a cancerous tumor was found on my kidney with an MRI.  &lt;br /&gt;A few years later a cancerous polyp was found and removed in my colon with a colonoscope.  In 1968 my dad died of colon cancer that wasn't discovered until it had invaded other organs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about my fight against kidney cancer since it was 10 years ago that I was told I only had six months left to live because the cancer had metastisized.  Modern medicine missed on that one and I'm glad. I attribute my recovery to prayer and a positive outlook which can sometimes trump medicine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7607597469417076100?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7607597469417076100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7607597469417076100' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7607597469417076100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7607597469417076100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/health-care.html' title='Health Care'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-3796724030231953952</id><published>2009-03-01T22:15:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T22:48:45.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bishop Elect Thew-Forrester</title><content type='html'>Kevin Thew-Forrester was elected the Bishop of Northern Michigan a week ago in a somewhat unusual manner.  The search committee went through the process and narrowed the field to 5 finalists, 2 of whom had served together in the Diocese of Eastern Oregon.  Both left the Diocese following the election of Bill Gregg as the new Bishop of Eastern Oregon.  Both were active in what we called Mutual Ministry wherein the laity were enfranchised in worship teams using what were then called Canon 9 deacons and priests along with lay leaders in many of the positions formerly occupied by church rectors.  This way of doing ministry was copied after Jim Kelsey's Green Country Ministry and his later work in Northern Michigan.  The election of Bishop Gregg put a crimp in the ministry of all the baptized, partly I think, because he felt the lay people weren't well enough trained and especially so in the case of Canon 9 folks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kevin left soon after Bill's election and went to Northern Michigan to work with then Bishop Kelsey.  To those of us who were familiar with both Jim and Kevin felt it was a match made in heaven.  Bishop Kelsey's tragic death left a large void among those committed to Mutual Ministry and most of us felt that Kevin was the right person to fill that void.  Consequently, it was no surprise that the Search Committee presented only one name for the election, Kevin Thew-Forrester. Those of us who followed the process thought the election was a normal, for Northern Michigan, thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were surprised at the negative response to Kevin's election.  I can only assume that folks outside the diocese felt that the election was rigged somehow by Kevin.  In truth, the election was held to satisfy national canons.  My impression is that the laity felt the election was done just the way they wanted and that Kevin was Jim's anointed one.  The hew and cry has just about disappeared, so I'm hoping that the consent process will go smoothly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-3796724030231953952?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3796724030231953952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=3796724030231953952' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3796724030231953952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3796724030231953952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/bishop-elect-thew-forrester.html' title='Bishop Elect Thew-Forrester'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-13366362490364815</id><published>2009-02-24T17:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T18:13:01.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stimulus Package</title><content type='html'>I really don't know many details of the "stimulus package" signed into law by President Obama, but I do know what Congress and the President are hoping will happen.  It took FDR somewhat longer to ease some of the pain of the Great Depression, but that one began at the end of 1929 and he took office in March of 1933.  By that time the bottom had fallen out of everything.  President Obama came into office less than 6 months after the mortgage houses self destructed.  So the Government has acted swiftly in hopes of averting the complete failure of the world economy.  We will hear from the President tonight and hopefully get more details.  It saddens me though to hear some folks talk about the stimulus who know absolutely nothing about it.  I had a fellow tell me that all the trouble began with the "damned FDIC" that took all the money and left nothing for the people.  Some of the Idaho legislators have suggested not taking the stimulus funds because there are "too many strings attached"  This from the same folks who just last month were complaining about the "bailout" of the banks not having enough strings.  I pray that what is being done is enough to halt the slide of the economy, because it affects everybody in the country, Republicans and Democrats alike.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-13366362490364815?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/13366362490364815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=13366362490364815' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/13366362490364815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/13366362490364815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/stimulus-package.html' title='Stimulus Package'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-350277574463534840</id><published>2009-02-09T21:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T22:14:00.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>I just finished reading a fascinating book by William P. Young entitled &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Shack&lt;/span&gt;.  It is a work of fiction set in North Eastern Oregon about a man's encounter with God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit.  The author uses a shack in the mountains near Joseph, Oregon to present his concept of God.  When I first got the book I was afraid it was going to be one of those "This is the correct view of God" things with quotations from Leviticus, Judges and all the other Old Testament books.  I'm leery of those kinds of books, I was almost "saved" a couple of times in my youth by born again Christians before the term was popular.  I was pleasantly surprised!  This guy thinks like I do and he uses a tragedy to paint an amazing portrait of God in an engaging story.  I suspect that many Christians will be quite upset by his views, but for me it is spot on.  Read it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-350277574463534840?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/350277574463534840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=350277574463534840' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/350277574463534840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/350277574463534840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-1123792692701222857</id><published>2009-01-31T21:31:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T22:08:28.631-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Religion</title><content type='html'>Over 100 million TV watchers will join 100,000 people to worship at the altar of the USA's largest faith.  This group of worshipers is so large that only estimates can approximate the total number of worshipers world wide.  This Sunday is the ultimate service and only the lucky (read wealthy) few can attend the service live.  Those lucky enough to attend in person often pay exorbitant fees to get into the service venue. Once inside the will be asked to give even more to satisfy the needs of the worship leaders.  Those who worship in their homes, often in large parties, are asked, over and over, by polished salesmen, to give to support the ministry. For those who are not familiar with the service, readers and observers explain what is happening at each point of the service.  The observers call attention to little known facts about the worship leaders and their personal assistants.  This Sunday is the culmination of many services held regionally across the nation every Sunday.  The leaders of the service tomorrow have been picked on the basis of their performance in the regional events leading up to this one last final Service of the Church year which begins on August first.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once more we will crown the top worship team in the nation and they will be rewarded with special rings and parades in their home towns.  We will celebrate our favorites by wearing clothing emblazoned with the logos of their worship team.  We will talk about this last event until the worship year begins again and we again follow the actions of our favorite worship leaders, hoping that this year they will make it the the Super Bowl.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-1123792692701222857?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1123792692701222857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=1123792692701222857' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1123792692701222857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1123792692701222857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/our-new-religion.html' title='Our New Religion'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-61086320628952747</id><published>2009-01-21T21:50:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T22:13:58.867-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration Part Dos</title><content type='html'>We watched much of the Inauguration ceremony on C-Span last night.  It was nice to watch the activities without the usual commentary.  Basically, C-Span just let the cameras roll and let us make our own conclusions.  I was blown away by the size of the crowd; I can't remember seeing that many people at an Inauguration.  I was also really impressed by Obama's address.  I'm ready to see the congress work with him on getting things going.  He has an ambitious program to implement, and one that should produce positive results very soon.  He has a lot of support right now and he needs to make the most of it. I honestly never thought I would see an American-African elected as President of the United States.  And, certainly not with such an outpouring of support.  Go Barak, go!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-61086320628952747?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/61086320628952747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=61086320628952747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/61086320628952747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/61086320628952747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-part-dos.html' title='Inauguration Part Dos'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5705150719923367015</id><published>2009-01-18T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T21:46:12.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inauguration Concert</title><content type='html'>I had forgotten about the Concert at the Lincoln Memorial today.   We didn't do much today, just lay around and watched TV.  Then this afternoon we went to Ontario to see the movie "The Curious Case of Benjamin Button" with Brad Pitt and Cate Blanchet.  What a wonderful film.  I had seen the trailers on TV and I was intrigued, so we went over to see it.  It was indeed a wonderful and wonder filled movie.  I hope it does well because it is such a thought provoking picture.  Go see it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got home a little after 7 pm and had a bite to eat. Then Jean went to take a shower and I watched the end of the Pittsburgh Baltimore football game.  I was casting around for some thing else to watch when our daughter called from Massachusetts.  The snow and ice are causing a lot of problems, especially for Cathy since she uses a walker.  It's tough to push one of those things through the snow.  Jean got out of the shower just as Cathy and I were ending our phone call, so I gave the phone to Jean and came in to check my e-mail.  Now comes the part about the Inaugural Concert.  I went to my home page at Google and they had photos and live feeds from Washington D.C. For the first time in many years I found myself being strongly moved by the words of our new President.  I have a deep feeling of hope for our nation despite the many challenges it faces. I think we did it right this time, I think that we have someone who will bring us together rather than try to keep us in fear.  I will keep President Obama in my prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5705150719923367015?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5705150719923367015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5705150719923367015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5705150719923367015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5705150719923367015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/inauguration-concert.html' title='Inauguration Concert'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-542391323089933294</id><published>2009-01-17T21:59:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-17T22:22:45.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I Am Getting Older</title><content type='html'>This has been a real winter.  We have had a lot of snow and ice.  I got to use my snow blower every day for a week or more.  It hasn't snowed much since New Years and the snow has started melting on the South side of buildings.  There are a lot big piles of snow by parking lots that will be there for a long time.  And then there is the ice. Under all of the snow there is a thick slab of ice. A couple of weeks ago I fell on my butt getting out of my pickup at R Big Burger.  No body saw me fall, so I wasn't too embarrassed.  But, I hit my shaved head on a chunk of ice and I bled quite a bit while waiting for my take out order, felt a little funny sitting there holding a wad of paper napkins to the back of my head to staunch the flow of blood.  It stopped before my order came.  I still have a scab back there.  Then, yesterday, it was really slick, freezing fog on everything. So, of course, I slipped going out to the car.  I didn't fall, but I did some pretty fancy footwork and twisted my knee.  Hurt like hell, still does, but not so much.  It's the right knee, the same one that sustained a tear of my medial collateral ligament on my last day as a wrestling coach.  I hope that I didn't complete the tear.  I have fallen on the ice a couple of other times, but with no damage to my body, so I don't count them.  I think I'll start using the walking that Cathy gave me 6 or 7 years ago. Hopefully I won't have to start wearing chains for my shoes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-542391323089933294?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/542391323089933294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=542391323089933294' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/542391323089933294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/542391323089933294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/maybe-i-am-getting-older.html' title='Maybe I Am Getting Older'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-897504728968207873</id><published>2009-01-06T22:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T22:51:48.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Snowing!</title><content type='html'>Remember those childhood days when you would get out of bed, look out the window and shout "it's snowing!".  Then you would be glued to the radio listening to the school closure announcements hoping your school would be among those listed.  If school was closed, it was back to the bedroom to get dressed in your snow play outfit.  Then, out the door with your sled headed for the sliding hill.  If it was the first snow or very deep snow the first order of business was to pack the hill.  All the kids would walk up the hill sideways, footprints side by side packing a trail for the steel runners of the sleds.  If there was someone there with a toboggan or skis they made the first few runs and packed the snow without the sidesteps up and down the hill. Then it was sledding, sometimes without stopping for lunch, or more often a quick trip home for a sandwich and a cup of hot chocolate, then back to the hill.  It seems strange today that such a simple thing would keep us occupied for the entire day. Climb the hill, slide down, then back up the hill and down again. For adventure we would go double or even triple belly flop down the hill.  The person on top seldom made it to the bottom of the hill still connected to the sled. When we finally quit for the day our clothes would be soaked and we would be shivering with the cold, standing around the stove in our shorts and bathrobes getting warm.  We would repeat this sledding day over and over, often into the night using the light of a fire at the base of the hill.  I can remember days when I wore new Jeans sledding and my legs and underwear would be blue from the dye in the Jeans.  The color would stay for several days until it wore off.  I still get excited about seeing the snowfall, silently shouting "it's snowing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-897504728968207873?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/897504728968207873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=897504728968207873' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/897504728968207873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/897504728968207873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-snowing.html' title='It&apos;s Snowing!'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4643091369751864440</id><published>2009-01-01T20:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T20:56:08.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quiet New Year's Eve</title><content type='html'>Well, we rang out the old and rang in the new last night.  The climactic time came with Jean asleep on the love seat and me choosing music for my playlist.  The evening started with a bang, we have a guy who lives here who is a pyrotechnics expert and each New Year's Eve he stages a fantastic fireworks display from Vale Butte.  It was a great show lasting about 45 minutes.  I hope the town continues to donate funds to support the fireworks.  We should start working for next year right now while the great show is still fresh in our collective minds.  I tried to take some pictures with my new camera, but our neighbor had her porch light on and all my pix were wiped out by the ambient light.  I wanted to show the snow covered butte lit up by the fireworks, but no such luck.   I would like to wish my readers, both of them, a blessed and prosperous New Year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4643091369751864440?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4643091369751864440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4643091369751864440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4643091369751864440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4643091369751864440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2009/01/quiet-new-years-eve.html' title='A Quiet New Year&apos;s Eve'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-6778107070921162555</id><published>2008-12-29T22:30:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T22:41:43.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Football</title><content type='html'>I'm looking forward to watching as many bowl games as I can this week.  I really like to watch college football, but don't really like pro football much any more.  It is always nice when both of the Oregon PAC 10 teams are playing in bowls.  Back in the 90's and before it was a rare occurrence when either Oregon or Oregon State were playing in the post season.  Of course, that was before the proliferation of bowl games.  Here's hoping that Oregon can break their recent history of losing in post season and that Oregon State can continue their string of bowl wins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-6778107070921162555?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6778107070921162555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=6778107070921162555' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6778107070921162555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6778107070921162555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/football.html' title='Football'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4103353623877722414</id><published>2008-12-28T21:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T22:07:09.444-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow and more Snow</title><content type='html'>It has snowed off and on for the past week.  We had accumulated about a foot of snow in the back yard up through Saturday and I really got a good opportunity to test my new snow blower.  When we got back from Canyon City on Christmas Day it had snowed about 4" and the wind has built some interesting drifts.  I just had time to clear out the walkways before we went to Char's for dinner.  I used the snow blower every day since we got it until today.  It warmed up and didn't snow so I got a break from snow blowing.  I'm really glad we got it.  It still takes some effort to use it but it is much less tiring than using a snow shovel. &lt;br /&gt;The snow level in the back yard has gone down to about 8" and fortunately it is melting slowly, so we shouldn't have any trouble with flooding.  Most of our trouble with high water in this area comes with a sudden melt of the snow pack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4103353623877722414?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4103353623877722414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4103353623877722414' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4103353623877722414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4103353623877722414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-and-more-snow.html' title='Snow and more Snow'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2384246394635980281</id><published>2008-12-26T21:18:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:20:39.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas - - - The Day After</title><content type='html'>Excellent offering by Bobby McFerrin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgvJg7D6Qck&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PgvJg7D6Qck&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2384246394635980281?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2384246394635980281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2384246394635980281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2384246394635980281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2384246394635980281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-day-after.html' title='Merry Christmas - - - The Day After'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8666221295946753982</id><published>2008-12-26T21:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T21:18:43.629-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas - - -</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8666221295946753982?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8666221295946753982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8666221295946753982' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8666221295946753982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8666221295946753982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas - - -'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-1016563347189291981</id><published>2008-12-25T22:28:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T23:01:27.915-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTMAS</title><content type='html'>Jean and I went to Canyon City yesterday to do a Christmas Eve service at St. Thomas.  We left about 3:30 in a snow storm and drove in snow all the way to Canyon City.  We got there about 5:30 their time and all the restaurants were closed except Subway, so we had Subway sandwiches for dinner.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The service was super!  The original 1876 oil lamps along with the altar candles were the only lighting and they provided the perfect mood.  The singing was great and there were about 40 people present including the pastor of the Ukiah Presbyterian Church.  The people of St. Thomas are well aware of the jewel that they have in that little rustic church and it's heart warming to see the way they work to keep it up.  (In the 1870's there was a carpenter/priest named Ruben Nevius and he went through Eastern Oregon and Eastern Washington building churches.  He would build the building and stay long enough to get a congregation started and then move on.  All told, he built over 30 churches and many are still in use. In Eastern Oregon there are at least 5.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-1016563347189291981?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1016563347189291981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=1016563347189291981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1016563347189291981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1016563347189291981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas.html' title='CHRISTMAS'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5253659815832550532</id><published>2008-12-22T22:48:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:54:52.505-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Blower</title><content type='html'>I picked up my new snow blower this afternoon.  As soon as I got it home I read the instructions, filled it with gas and oil and fired it up.  I works just fine.  I was blowing snow all over the neighborhood.  It was more work than I had anticipated, since it is not self propelled I had to wrestle it through the deep snow.  It is a lot easier than using a shovel.  I will now find myself doing snow dances so I can use the machine.  Need your sidewalk cleaned? Give me a call!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5253659815832550532?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5253659815832550532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5253659815832550532' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5253659815832550532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5253659815832550532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/snow-blower.html' title='Snow Blower'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-52215702716516772</id><published>2008-12-21T20:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T20:58:18.422-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas</title><content type='html'>I started snowing yesterday evening and has continued all day today.  It is a very light fluffy snow, it's amazing how it has piled up, we have 8 to 10 inches on the ground.  It has stopped now, but I think it's supposed to start again and snow through Tuesday.  I'm hoping that it stops before Wednesday afternoon because Jean and I are going to Canyon City to hold a Christmas Eve service with them.  We have to go over two mountain passes to get there and the snow can get a little deep up on the top.  Not to fear, I have studded snow tires on the car and it will go just about any place I'm brave enough to take it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I broke down and bought a snow blower today.  I can't get it until I put the snow tires on the pickup and I'm sure that all of the procrastinators like myself will be at the tire store tomorrow wanting their snow tires put on.  It used to be fairly simple because I had my snow tires mounted on their rims so all they had to do was to take the highway tires and rims off and put the snows on.  I bought a number of sets of snow wheels which never fit the new car so I had to get new tires and rims.  It got expensive so I stopped buying rims and just had them remount the snows on the same rims.  Problem is that now they charge $60 to do that.  You just can't win!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-52215702716516772?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/52215702716516772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=52215702716516772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/52215702716516772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/52215702716516772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/im-dreaming-of-white-christmas.html' title='I&apos;m Dreaming of a White Christmas'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-1865188531004047911</id><published>2008-12-16T22:21:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T22:36:15.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cold Snap</title><content type='html'>The temperature has plummeted this evening.  We didn't quite get above freezing today, but it was fairly nice. Then this evening as soon as the sun went down, so too did the temperature.  It is now 6 degrees F, about as cold as it has gotten here in a number of years.  When we first moved to far Eastern Oregon the winters were bitter cold.  Always a few days of -25 degrees F. each year, but we haven't had that kind of cold for many years.  Makes me happy that we have a down comforter on the bed. Sophia doesn't spend much time outdoors now, it's out and back in as soon as her business is done.  Same with me, the only thing sticking out from under the covers is my nose.  Just the same, I'm much happier here than in Arizona or Southern California.  I like the four seasons, besides, when it is cold, it is clear (no snow).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-1865188531004047911?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1865188531004047911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=1865188531004047911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1865188531004047911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1865188531004047911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/cold-snap.html' title='A Cold Snap'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-887020044731374829</id><published>2008-12-15T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T21:05:30.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bush Attacked in Iraq!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/WdvRWReY-Yo&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed 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list.  I have become a great admirer of Iz, the guy who does the Somewhere over the Rainbow that I have listed at the top.  I always felt that Judy Garland was the consummate singer for Over the Rainbow, but Iz's interpretation is so different that there is no basis for for comparison. I still love Judy's rendition, but I love Iz's too.  It's too bad that he died so young; there is a wealth of golden oldies that would sound good in his style without detracting from the original.  I think he could have done wonders with "Danny Boy". (my favorite song)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7348700623734787535?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7348700623734787535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7348700623734787535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7348700623734787535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7348700623734787535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-music.html' title='My Music'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5852188044848700093</id><published>2008-12-12T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-12T22:24:27.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Snow</title><content type='html'>Well, it started snowing this afternoon, the first snow of the season.  I was pleased to see the snow coming down and quickly covering the ground.  If it's going to snow, I want it to be a real snow storm, not some wimpy stuff that doesn't even get the lawn covered.  However, I did have some misgivings because I no longer look forward to shoveling snow.  If it's very deep, snow shoveling soon gets to be real work.  Jean has offered to let me get a snow blower but I'm not sure I want to spend that much money on something that I may use once a year or so.  It might be cheaper to give some kid $10 to do it.  It would probably take at least 20 years of snowing to match the cost of a snow blower.  I think I can take care of the snow by myself for a while longer. I don't think I'll be making any snow angels though.  To my friends in the South enjoy the snow, it's really neat stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5852188044848700093?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5852188044848700093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5852188044848700093' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5852188044848700093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5852188044848700093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/first-snow.html' title='First Snow'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5512666285637986310</id><published>2008-12-07T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-07T23:11:39.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Infamy</title><content type='html'>Today is December 7, Pearl Harbor Day, "a day which will live in infamy", in the words of Franklin Delano Roosevelt, President of the United States in 1941.  I wasn't aware of the date until I fired up my computer and looked at the date on my blog.  I had completely forgotten the date.  I had seen nothing on TV or heard anything on the radio concerning the attack on Pearl Harbor Naval base which plunged the United States into World War II.  It certainly changed my life, at the ripe old age of 2 I lost my father for the next 4 years while he went to war.  Had the war not come, I'm sure Pa would have stayed in the sawmill until he retired and we would have remained in Bend until we were out of school.  We might have even gone to work in the sawmill until we retired.  As it was, when Pa returned from the South Pacific in 1945 he was restless and unhappy with his job at the mill and we began an oddessy that took us all over the state and ended with Pa losing a leg in a logging accident.  I think that my brothers and I saw that there was a better way to make a living than working in the mill or the woods.  So we all went to college and got degrees and jobs where we used our brains instead of our brawn. It may seem that I have drifted away from my title, but I'll get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We seem as a nation to have forgotten Pearl Harbor and have replaced it with 9-11.  That's understandable since Pearl Harbor was 67 years ago and 9-11 was only 7.  Who knows what disaster will replace 9-11 in our minds, I only hope that it's 60 years or so from now.  I hope our wounds will have healed by the next one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5512666285637986310?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5512666285637986310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5512666285637986310' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5512666285637986310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5512666285637986310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/day-of-infamy.html' title='A Day of Infamy'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-3494365266675145149</id><published>2008-12-02T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:51:17.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Poem</title><content type='html'>I stole this from Graham at Digging A Lot who&lt;br /&gt;got it from annedroid-annedroid.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How to Hide Jesus by Steve Turner&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people after Jesus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have seen the signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, let’s hide Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s think; carpenter,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fishermen’s friend,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disturber of religious comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s award Him a degree in theology,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a purple cassock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and a position of respect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They’ll never think of looking here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s think;His dialect may betray Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His tongue is of the masses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s teach Him Latin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and seventeenth century English,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they’ll never think of listening in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s think;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;humble,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man of Sorrows,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nowhere to lay His head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll build a house for Him,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;somewhere away from the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We’ll fill it with brass and silence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s sure to throw them off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are people after Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick, let’s hide Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-3494365266675145149?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3494365266675145149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=3494365266675145149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3494365266675145149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3494365266675145149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/great-poem.html' title='Great Poem'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2795697952944491979</id><published>2008-12-02T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T21:54:42.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December...Already!</title><content type='html'>I always forget how quickly Christmas follows Thanksgiving.  It's December already and I'm just now thinking about cards and gifts; and I know that even though I am thinking about cards and gifts Dec. 20 will be here and I will still be only thinking about cards and gifts.  (That last sentence looks like St. Paul wrote it)  I know that it is a sign of ageing to find time flying by and that, to a child, the time between Thanksgiving and Christmas is interminably long.   I guess that I just won't dwell on the passage of time, there certainly isn't anything that I can do about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll get the fake tree out this weekend and get it decorated.  Artificial trees are good when you want to have your tree up a long time.  You don't have to worry about them becoming a torch.  A priest friend calls trees put up before Dec 24 Advent Trees because the 12 days of Christmas begins with Christmas Eve and runs to Epiphany.  Few people whom I know leave their trees up that long.  Generally they're gone before New Years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2795697952944491979?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2795697952944491979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2795697952944491979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2795697952944491979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2795697952944491979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/12/decemberalready.html' title='December...Already!'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2999385433034054352</id><published>2008-11-29T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-29T22:30:05.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TV and Football</title><content type='html'>I just finished watching the Oregon-Oregon State football game on my computer because it was not shown on TV.  I got to see the box score change as each team scored.  It was a high scoring game and must have been exciting to watch, but my TV was showing Kentucky vs Tennessee I think.  The Oregon-Oregon State game had a number of wide spread implications depending on the outcome of the game, but it's important to watch Kentucky and Tennessee play, a game that has little interest outside of the region.  If anything will  drive me off cable to dish it will be the crappy scheduling of regional interest football games.  The love affair between sports programmers and the east coast football teams is sickening. West coast teams get short shrift when TV picks poll leaders or great teams.  SEC teams with 2 losses are ranked above teams with 1 or 0 losses from the west because they are from the SEC and of course, SEC is a tough league.  Yeah, Florida State and Tennessee are just fantastic! Oh well, since they stay in the south there's not much chance of them getting whipped by one of our teams.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2999385433034054352?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2999385433034054352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2999385433034054352' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2999385433034054352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2999385433034054352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/tv-and-football.html' title='TV and Football'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-6583820120216509795</id><published>2008-11-26T21:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T22:21:33.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Re Retired</title><content type='html'>If you have been following my on again off again scribbling on this page you know that I have been working full time as a truck dispatcher. Dispatching has been an exciting and stressful task, but I think I got to be fairly good at it.  It is amazing how quickly the pay for loads dropped after the stock market crash and the decrease in fuel prices.  Where I would hold out for $2.25 per mile before the crash $1.80 per mile is considered very good now.  It has been much more difficult to find good pay for the drivers who are  now paying for inflated costs incurred before the crash with deflated pay after the crash.  One more thing to stress over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the title of this writing.  We have found a dispatcher who can take over my trucks and relieve me of my duties.  Today was my last full day as a dispatcher.  I will continue to go to the office an hour or so a day to take care of some of the paper work that has to be done in Vale rather than Wisconsin where the new dispatcher lives and works.  I have mixed feelings about the end of my work this time around.  I will miss the excitement of getting good loads for the drivers, but I will not miss getting up at 6 AM and working until 4:30 PM. I am looking forward to being the chief cook and bottle washer, having time to do my workouts and work in my shop. The pros outweigh the cons in this case.  I might even have more time to write!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-6583820120216509795?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6583820120216509795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=6583820120216509795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6583820120216509795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6583820120216509795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/im-re-retired.html' title='I&apos;m Re Retired'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-6976970584365164760</id><published>2008-11-24T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:09:39.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaf Update</title><content type='html'>The High School Auto Club raked our yards Friday.  They finished the three yards in about one and a half hours and filled about 2 dozen garbage sacks with leaves.  I had gotten behind mowing up the leaves due to the rain, but they made short order of it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-6976970584365164760?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6976970584365164760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=6976970584365164760' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6976970584365164760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6976970584365164760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/leaf-update.html' title='Leaf Update'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4404994473179118723</id><published>2008-11-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T21:04:35.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Service</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was my time in St. Thomas, Canyon City.  As usual, my neighbor Paul went with me, he is a great traveling companion, helps keep me awake.  We talk non-stop on the 2+ hour trip, often telling the same story from trip to trip.  On the way back we don't talk so much, worn out from all the early talk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Sunday I was asked to stay over and participate in the Community Thanksgiving Service hosted by St. Thomas.  We killed the four hours between the services watching football at the home of a couple who are active in the church.  We had a great time, much better than driving around the area for 4 hours.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Thanksgiving Service was great!  We sang all of the good old Thanksgiving hymns, Dennis read Washington's Thanksgiving proclamation from 1789, the offering was for the local food bank and I gave a brief homily.  Everybody seemed to enjoy themselves.  They even lit the original 1876 lanterns, an act usually reserved for Christmas Eve. Small towns do this kind of thing best.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4404994473179118723?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4404994473179118723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4404994473179118723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4404994473179118723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4404994473179118723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-service.html' title='Thanksgiving Service'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5396262929238502547</id><published>2008-11-18T22:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:19:39.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Sleep, Per Chance to Dream...</title><content type='html'>I'm finally going to have my sleep test to see if I do indeed have Sleep Apnea.  My Kidney Dr. recommended I be tested a year ago, but his office fell down on scheduling the test and I didn't remind them.  This year they really got on with it and Thursday night I will go to Meridian, Idaho to a sleep center to be tested.  I have read the brochures and talked to Cathy, so I am prepared, but I have trouble with people watching me sleep.  It really isn't any different than a hospital stay except they don't wake you every 4 hours to give you your sleeping pills.  I guess that my biggest concern is the idea that I may have to use a CPAP machine for the rest of my life.  My concern is really about being able to sleep with the device that is designed to help you sleep.  Rather foolish, I know, but there it is.  I guess that if this is the most intrusive thing in my life I shouldn't be concerned.  I'll keep my 4 readers posted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5396262929238502547?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5396262929238502547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5396262929238502547' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5396262929238502547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5396262929238502547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/to-sleep-per-chance-to-dream.html' title='To Sleep, Per Chance to Dream...'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-1373617191396418667</id><published>2008-11-16T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T17:26:16.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/K14c4NGuhDI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/K14c4NGuhDI&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title=''/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-1775782676511043016</id><published>2008-11-11T19:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T19:43:47.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4xfMisqab8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/W4xfMisqab8&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" 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title=''/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4400890469500467317</id><published>2008-11-08T17:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T17:57:20.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Raking Leaves</title><content type='html'>We have two trees in our backyard and one in the front. The two in the back are Chinese Elms or something like that.  They are messy trees with a lot of dead limbs and seeds in the spring.  They give great shade in the summer and keep the yard cool.  The tree in the front is an Ash and shades our bedroom.  I enjoy all three trees except in the fall when they drop their leaves.  My usual practice is to mow the leaves with a lawn mower, but now that I am working 5 days a week I don't have time to do timely mowings and now the leaves are too thick to mow.  I have decided to take the local High School Auto Club's offer to rake the leaves of local seniors.  I guess that means I am beginning to accept the title of Senior Citizen.  As I have stated in other writing, I don't feel like a Senior Citizen, and I even try to rationalize my decision to accept help from the high school kids.  I guess I'll just have to accept the favors offered to a 69 year old.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4400890469500467317?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4400890469500467317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4400890469500467317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4400890469500467317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4400890469500467317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/raking-leaves.html' title='Raking Leaves'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5175871845844505113</id><published>2008-11-05T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T20:22:33.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>President Obama</title><content type='html'>First I will happily admit I was wrong about Barak Obama's chances for election.  I misjudged the American people, I didn't think that the voters would accept either a woman or an African-American.  I am glad to say I was wrong.  I think we have made a great decision in electing President-elect Obama.  He is a man with great charisma and a very inspiring speaker.  I think he will be a great President, especially if he is able to implement his plans.  What an historic time!  And, for the first time in over 8 years I can talk about My President.  Way to go Obama.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5175871845844505113?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5175871845844505113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5175871845844505113' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5175871845844505113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5175871845844505113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/11/president-obama.html' title='President Obama'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-6574802084830652405</id><published>2008-10-31T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T21:16:03.752-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HALLOWEEN</title><content type='html'>Tonight was Halloween and the Trick or Treaters were out in force.  I drove down to the grocery store to pick up some last minute candy.  The town was jumping! &lt;br /&gt;The merchants were hosting Trick or Treat from 4 PM to 6 PM and the Mormon Church hosted Trunk or Treat from 5 PM to 7 PM.(the people who live in the country park at the church and open their trunks and pass out treats to all who come by.  Then, the final football game of the season started at 7 PM with the winner assured a playoff berth.  We still had a fair number of little kids come by, though not as many as in previous years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this got me to thinking how the church had stolen many of the pagan rituals to use as religious holidays and have had them co-opted by the secular humanists as reasons to party.  In my day, Halloween was just for kids, you seldom saw adults dressing up or partying.  About the only holy day that we haven't lost completely is Easter and that is rapidly becoming Easter Bunny day.  Serves the church right, if they had made the celebration of these holy days a little peppier, we might not have lost them.  Oh well, Happy Halloween, remember our sainted ancestors while we rob our kid's candy loot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-6574802084830652405?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6574802084830652405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=6574802084830652405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6574802084830652405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6574802084830652405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/halloween.html' title='HALLOWEEN'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7883345654749638447</id><published>2008-10-27T22:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T23:03:50.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Voting in Oregon</title><content type='html'>We got our mail-in ballots last week. We have until Nov. 4 to have them into the County Clerk's office, but since we live in the county seat it is just a matter of going to the court house to turn in our ballots.  I think the vote by mail system is pretty good at getting a good turnout of voters.  I miss the old days of going to the voting site, we would always meet our friends and neighbors and get some visiting in.  There was something magical about going into the voting booth and filling out your&lt;br /&gt; ballot and then putting it into the ballot box and hearing the elections official saying, "Daniel Gardner has voted."  I miss that camaraderie that went along with going to vote at a polling place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voting by mail has also done away with poll watchers.  When I served as mayor of our little community we would take turns sitting at the polling sites with a list of registered voters marking the names of those voting.  From time to time someone would come and look at the list of those who hadn't voted and then go and call supporters who hadn't voted.  Of course, the other side would do the same thing and we would lighten the day by saying "there's one of yours voting" and they would reciprocate.  Now days, all you get is "thank you" from the county employee watching the ballot box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have problems with hanging chads since our ballots are like the old standardized tests we took in school.  "Fill in the appropriate box with a number 2 pencil."  The only problems that arise from time to time are the misplaced ballots that occur when the mail is picked up at the Post Office and not put in the proper place at the Court House.  That doesn't happen around here where the numbers are relatively small, but in the Portland area where there are 1.5 million people there is a a better chance of misplacing a batch of ballots.  Actually, there haven't been any problems with misplaced ballots affecting an election's outcome.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will continue to be apprehensive about the outcome of the election,  I'm afraid that our country won't be able to survive another 4 years of Republican control.  My great-grandchildren have already been saddled with an unpayable debt caused by Rebpublican malfeasance and conciete.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7883345654749638447?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7883345654749638447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7883345654749638447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7883345654749638447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7883345654749638447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/voting-in-oregon.html' title='Voting in Oregon'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8332502528452892214</id><published>2008-10-19T21:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:26:06.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ageing and Sports</title><content type='html'>I just realized that Pheasant Hunting Season started yesterday, which is really unbelievable for a guy who grew up with a gun or a fishing pole in my hand.  In my family we all hunted or fished for whatever was in season.  The anticipation of  opening day of whatever season was coming next was something that could tasted.  &lt;br /&gt;The equipment was cleaned and oiled and tested over and over.  For deer season we would go out and sight in our rifles and polish the lens of our scopes.  Ammunition would be checked and counted and we would spend hours at the sporting goods store deciding which ammo to purchase. For bird season we would get out the shotguns and make sure that we had a good supply of Pheasant loads.  Evenings would be spent poring over maps and deciding where to start the season.  Fish and game seasons would be every bit as well planned as a military campaign.  During the season we were in the field as much as we could, and filling your deer tag on opening day was kind of a letdown.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't hunted anything for over 30 years.  I can't remember when I last went fishing.  And, I don't miss it at all.  I still have all my equipment, gathering dust in a closet.  For some reason, killing an animal for food has become something I don't enjoy.  I really don't like the taste of venison or game birds, and I haven't eaten a trout in years.  I don't think this change of heart is an age related thing, because many of my friends continue to hunt and fish well into their 80's.  I have found other things that I enjoy much more than hunting and fishing.  We won't go into skiing, or golf, or watching baseball or pro football on TV, I guess I'll say that I've evolved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8332502528452892214?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8332502528452892214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8332502528452892214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8332502528452892214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8332502528452892214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/ageing-and-sports.html' title='Ageing and Sports'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8315815156758788445</id><published>2008-10-05T00:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T22:49:15.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Poverty</title><content type='html'>My mother used to have a saying that she used from time to time; "There's no disgrace to poverty, it's just awfully inconvenient". In this day and age when we have so much, it's hard to believe that anybody could still live in poverty.  That there are so many in the US who go to bed hungry is a terrible indictment of us as a country.  We must find a way to share in the abundance that surrounds us.  We must also find a way to share our abundance with the rest of the world.  We are rapidly moving to a one world government and we must bring the have-nots out of poverty and into our own wealth.  There is no religion that teaches us to ignore the suffering around us.  Likewise, there is no moral code for the non-religious that teaches us to keep people in poverty.  We must learn to share. We must unlearn the hatred that we have been taught.  We are all equals and the sooner we all learn this the sooner we will eliminate poverty.  Don't look away from the beggar, look deep into his eyes and learn how degrading it is to have to beg for food.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;script src="http://blogactionday.org/js/77a81227d921f2225cf9a8f8f97bb58ab55ead53"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8315815156758788445?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8315815156758788445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8315815156758788445' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8315815156758788445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8315815156758788445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/poverty.html' title='Poverty'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5946865593470600822</id><published>2008-10-05T00:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-05T00:13:38.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Action Day - October 15 ,2008</title><content type='html'>If you scroll down the right (no,the other right) hand side of this blog you will see a small picture of a factory belching smoke.  If you double click on the picture you will get more info on Blog Action Day.  This year, all of us who participate will write on the subject of poverty on October 15, Blog Action Day.  So, plan to check me out and see what I have to say on the subject of poverty.  Also, try to look at some of the other blogs and their writings on poverty. I'll try to post some of the other sites that are participating.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5946865593470600822?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5946865593470600822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5946865593470600822' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5946865593470600822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5946865593470600822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-action-day-october-15-2008.html' title='Blog Action Day - October 15 ,2008'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-7809839828406516823</id><published>2008-09-30T21:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T21:52:57.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bail Out</title><content type='html'>The term "Bail Out" is an apt description of what is being planned to help keep the banking institutions out of bankruptcy; it goes well with the term "Golden Parachute" which describes the severance packages given to discharged CEO's.  It seems to me that before we give the Treasury Secretary $700 billion we should find out how he's going to use it.  With $700 billion we could give jobs to all the unemployed and provide health care for those in need.  People with jobs buy things, even homes and that would jump start the economy faster than pouring it into the bottomless pit of the banking industry.  Of course, we could give the CEO's of the top 700 companies in the US a Golden Parachute of $ 1 billion each and that could start a luxury building boom in one of the off shore islands with lax banking laws. Hell, they could buy me off with a measly million. They could pay the defaulted mortgages off and folks could keep their homes and the banks would come out fine.  Give us a blueprint before handing out that much money.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-7809839828406516823?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7809839828406516823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=7809839828406516823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7809839828406516823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/7809839828406516823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/bail-out.html' title='Bail Out'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-275240519979514205</id><published>2008-09-29T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T22:19:05.768-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Lies</title><content type='html'>I had a disquieting experience today. I was lied to by a person with whom I was doing business.  I'm not sure why it upset me so much, I knew she was lying and she knew that I knew. Maybe the fact that she offered no apology or any explanation is what got to me.  It was a financial deal and her lies cost me and my driver some money, but that's not what bothers me.  The fact that she would continue to lie even after being caught is really upsetting.  We try to do business as Christians, that is trying to make sure that each person in the business deal leaves feeling good about the deal.  In the end, her lies may even cost her some money at a later date. I have put her company on our no call list.  I will no longer do business with her and perhaps there will come a time when she needs my help. I will no longer do business with her not as revenge, but as protection.  I can no longer trust her to do business fairly, so I feel it would be unwise to expose out company to someone who has lied in a business transaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that my attitue sounds naive, but most of the folks I do business with are honest and give me the best deal they can.They try to make it so that everyone involved in the transaction is pleased with the outcome. Those are the people I will continue to do business with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-275240519979514205?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/275240519979514205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=275240519979514205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/275240519979514205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/275240519979514205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/lies.html' title='Lies'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-6494216847805595546</id><published>2008-09-25T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T22:47:22.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Time</title><content type='html'>We got to have a brief vacation on the Oregon Coast this past weekend.  It was great fun!  Our hosts, Libby and Martin, rented a house on the beach south of Yachats and invited the Bonfire Bunch to join them.  Martin's twin sister, Faith, and her husband, Paul, were there from their home in England.  They were a lot of fun to get to know. We didn't do much except sit in the sun and walk on the beach.  The local whale pod entertained us each day by swimming a couple of hundred yards off the beach.  They would surface and blow and submerge again.  They didn't show their tail flukes when they dove, probably because the water was too shallow.  They were fun to watch, and they spent most of each day off our beach.  The weather was fantastic!  Both Paul and Martin were sporting sunburns, a rare occurrence on the Oregon beaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got to visit one of my brothers on the way down and the other on the way back.  It's always a good time to be with them.  My older brother always thumps me in Scrabble although our first game was close, I only lost by two points.  Of course he has the Scrabble Dictionary memorized! It was also fun railing about the Republican nominees for President with my other brother.  He is active in the Democratic Party where he lives.  I live in a super conservative area, so it's fun to have someone who is more incensed about the Republicans than I am. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Tuesday was back to work day.  We survived, and were astounded to learn that our little 4 truck trucking business had expanded to 15 trucks!  I will be stretched a bunch trying to keep that many trucks moving.  I have found that a big part of dispatching is getting to know the drivers.  Each driver is different and likes to run certain lanes where he is comfortable.  Two of our guys refuse to drive in California and New England. Sometimes that makes it a little difficult because of the huge volume that flows in and out of California.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-6494216847805595546?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6494216847805595546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=6494216847805595546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6494216847805595546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/6494216847805595546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/vacation-time.html' title='Vacation Time'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4879806351823819450</id><published>2008-09-18T21:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T22:15:30.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Church Guy is Gone Man, Gone</title><content type='html'>I got to thinking today that my blog name of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Little Church Guy&lt;/span&gt; is no longer correct. Our little church has closed its doors and even though I still serve a little church part time I think it's time to change my name.  Selecting a screen moniker or a name for your blog is really tough, especially if you're not very inventive.  With my blog I started out with Rural Rantings and soon found I didn't really have much to rant about, so I changed it to Sawdust Musings to reflect the time I spent in my wood shop reflecting on the ways of life.  I couldn't come up with a great title and name like Mad Priest and Of Course I Could be Wrong...I suppose the ability to come up with a great name is directly linked to the ability to post interesting stuff.  I got excited when I had my 2000th visitor to Sawdust Musings, many of whom I suspect are relatives.  Mad Priest probably has that many or more in a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the name thing, I think I'll go back to the name I inadvertly gave myself in the 6th grade.  In preparation for Parents' Night our teacher gave us each a folded piece of cardboard with the instructions to write our name on the card so that our parents could find our desk.  Being the over achiever that I am I wrote my name in large letters that nearly filled the paper. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt; The letters were so large that there was no room for my last name, all I could get on the page was a G so my name came out as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DanG&lt;/span&gt; .  Therefore, henceforth my tag will be DanG.  Easy to write and doesn't take up much space.  All I have left to do is figure out how to change it in my profile.  Wish me luck..DanG&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4879806351823819450?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4879806351823819450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4879806351823819450' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4879806351823819450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4879806351823819450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/little-church-guy-is-gone-man-gone.html' title='Little Church Guy is Gone Man, Gone'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-3653698368780415411</id><published>2008-09-13T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T21:28:15.097-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Time Flies When You're Having Fun</title><content type='html'>I can't believe that a week has passed since I last blogged.  I have been busy with my new (kinda) job, but that isn't a very good excuse because I have spent the evenings watching TV.  Not anything really good on either.  I have had time to check in on Mad Priest's blog and I have to say I'm glad that the Lambeth Conference is over because I was getting tired of all the jabs at the African Bishops and the Archbishop of Canterbury.  They deserved the jabs because of their stand on the issue of homosexuality, but it does get tiresome at times.  Making fun of folks who disagree with you is fun especially when you are in the right, but after a while it begins to get boring.  It's sometimes too easy to mock folks because they make such stupid statements,  but it seldom does much to change any minds. The Republican faithful continue to think that Sarah Piglet walks on water even when it is patently obvious that she was brought aboard simply to appease the ultras and to be McCain's attack dog.  He can stay aloof and let Miss Piggy make the attacks on Obama and then cry "sexism" when he fights back.  She is an easy target but pointing out her failings will change no minds.  I hope that the Dems do fight back and sling a little mud so that the undecided voters see that Barak Obama has a backbone.  (an aside, my spell checker does not recognize Barak or Obama as words in its lexicon.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-3653698368780415411?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3653698368780415411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=3653698368780415411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3653698368780415411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3653698368780415411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-flies-when-youre-having-fun.html' title='Time Flies When You&apos;re Having Fun'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-8734215677584181325</id><published>2008-09-06T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T23:47:03.641-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>While riding my lawn mower around and around the yards today I had time to reflect on my life and those who helped shape it.  Today my thoughts turned to my brothers, Emery and Bruce.  Emery is the oldest of us three brothers and I am the youngest, so that puts Bruce in the middle.  Bruce and Emery are closer in age and in our youth they palled with our two cousins who were near their ages and two neighbors of similar ages.  Emery, Billy and Ron were the three leaders because of their age, and Emery seemed to be the overall leader because, I guess, he was a natural leader.  Bruce, Chuck and Dick were the younger followers and I, almost four years younger than any of the others, was an unwanted follower.  When we all lived on the east side of Bend there weren't any kids near my age and I wanted to go on the adventures my older siblings always had.  I would usually whine and tell Ma and she would make them take me along on their forays to Pilot Butte or Porcupine Butte.  Usually they would wait until we were well out of sight of Ma and then tell me to get lost and if I told Ma they would beat me up.  So, I would follow them at a distance until they out paced me and I would find a place to play by myself until they returned from their wonderful treks into the vast sagebrush and Juniper wasteland east of East 8th Street.  They would talk about throwing rocks at a big Jack Rabbit or trying to catch a lizard they had seen among the rocks.  Starting in 1942, I think, there were US Army troops practicing desert warfare in our playground.  Visiting the soldier's bivouacs was the one time that the bigger kids would let me come along, I think because I was a cute little snot nosed kid and the soldiers would give us chocolate bars.  The day finally came, around the end of WW II, when I was allowed to go along on one of their treks.  We climbed Pilot Butte! Straight up the trail!  I thought I was going to die.  I had to take two steps to their one and they didn't slow down for me.  They would stop and let me catch up and when I did, they started out again.  I knew I was going to die. They did find Jack Rabbits to throw rocks at, but the rabbit was long gone by the time I caught up with the rest of the troop.  After that trip, I wasn't nearly so anxious to join the big kids forays out into the High Desert of Central Oregon. Now, of course, our vast playground is covered with homes and businesses.  Porcupine butte is just a rockpile across the street from Pilot Butte Middle School and St Charles Medical Center is north-east of Pilot Butte.  &lt;br /&gt;Bruce and his wife live beyond Tooth Acres, the home of a Dentist in our youth and about the limit of our treks. The trail straight up Pilot Butte is still there, but I believe it is blocked off to prevent erosion of the cinder cone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-8734215677584181325?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8734215677584181325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=8734215677584181325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8734215677584181325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/8734215677584181325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/09/nostalgia.html' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5612192316411548979</id><published>2008-08-29T21:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:29:25.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SLi8BlWT-7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/HHrfWSydbqE/s1600-h/HPIM1256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SLi8BlWT-7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/HHrfWSydbqE/s400/HPIM1256.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240144901837159346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SLi8B8szudI/AAAAAAAAAJo/guFZnLQ5MGY/s1600-h/HPIM1255.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SLi8B8szudI/AAAAAAAAAJo/guFZnLQ5MGY/s400/HPIM1255.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240144908105529810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the picture on the bottom we are going around the track in a counter-clockwise direction which tells the horse we are just warming up.  When you turn around and go clock-wise the horse knows it's time to race. I am driving in the photo on the top, not racing, just heading back to the stable.  Smart horse, "Shadow" did just what I told her to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5612192316411548979?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5612192316411548979/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5612192316411548979' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5612192316411548979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5612192316411548979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/in-picture-on-left-we-are-going-around.html' title=''/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/SLi8BlWT-7I/AAAAAAAAAJg/HHrfWSydbqE/s72-c/HPIM1256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-3977910068162560191</id><published>2008-08-28T22:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T22:16:08.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Barak Obama</title><content type='html'>I spent the evening watching the Democratic Convention and Obama's speech.  He is a good 'un, he has a bunch of great ideas and if he can get half of them done it will be great.  I am a cynic about government any more because of the obvious control the lobbyists have over ALL the branches of government.  It seems to me that the little guys (you and me) are of little importance to the folks in Washington except during elections.  Then they kiss our a**es and promise us the sun moon and the stars which they, of course, forget all they promised.  Now the Republicans are trashing Obama's speech on Larry King's show.  They are complaining about the attacks on Bush and McCain.  I'm going to turn them off, they are really starting to pi** me off. Vote Democratic and vote early and vote often.  Let's Floridaize them!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-3977910068162560191?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3977910068162560191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=3977910068162560191' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3977910068162560191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/3977910068162560191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/barak-obama.html' title='Barak Obama'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-5954102243334355927</id><published>2008-08-26T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:27:44.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Democratic Convention</title><content type='html'>We have watched parts of the Democratic National Convention in Denver this week and last weekend.  We enjoyed Hillary's speech, she is a great speaker. I especially liked the "Do we want four more years of the past eight years?" comment.  I really liked the political conventions better when they did the selection at the convention instead of in an infinity of primaries and caucuses.  There was a lot more suspense over who the candidate was going to be.  Now all they do is blow their horns and spew platitudes.  The question of whether Hillary would support Obama after losing the nomination would not have been a problem for those of us familiar with the old style of convention.  In those days the hopefuls would beat the daylights (verbally, of course) out of their opponents and then after someone had won the nomination, the losers would break their necks to get behind the winner and extol their virtues.  It's called rallying behind the winner.  Seldom did anyone refuse to back the nominee after he was named and then it was usually over the platform and not the candidate.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-5954102243334355927?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5954102243334355927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=5954102243334355927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5954102243334355927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/5954102243334355927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/democratic-convention.html' title='Democratic Convention'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-1985662365592213205</id><published>2008-08-22T21:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T22:16:57.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rescue Load</title><content type='html'>As you may have read, we have had a trucker stranded in St George, Utah for the past 3 weeks with a blown engine in his truck and later an appendectomy.  One of our other truckers is in Utah 400 miles from St George and he has decided to "rescue" our stranded driver and bring him and his trailer "home" to Vale.  The rescue hero has also agreed to take the first driver's son with him back to Wisconsin and sell him one of his trucks.  Give three cheers for "BD" for going above and beyond and reaching out to help "BJ".  I'm hoping for a great load for BD to get him home for Labor Day.  His response to my question asking why he was being so generous to a guy he has never met was, "It may be me who needs help next time."  You are a great human being BD and I'm proud to know you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-1985662365592213205?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1985662365592213205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=1985662365592213205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1985662365592213205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/1985662365592213205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/rescue-load.html' title='Rescue Load'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-2039410930590522025</id><published>2008-08-21T22:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T22:58:34.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastern Freeways</title><content type='html'>I learn a lot of geography in my disguise as a truck dispatcher, often the hard way. Today I called one of my truckers and told him of the great load I had gotten him down in Kentucky.  He groaned and told me that the freeways in the Appalachian Mountains were terrible, they were crooked and had lots of steep hills.  He begged me to get him no more loads in those Eastern mountains. Even though we both live in the intermountain  west, he told me that we had few roads to compare with some of the Kentucky and &lt;br /&gt;West Virginia freeways.  The only road that he felt was as bad as those Smokey Mountain roads was the old Whitebird Hill on US 95 in Northern Idaho .  That road had 10 or 12 switchbacks going across a barren hill side.  I told him I would look at the map better when I got him loads back east.  I don't think he believed me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-2039410930590522025?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2039410930590522025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=2039410930590522025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2039410930590522025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/2039410930590522025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/eastern-freeways.html' title='Eastern Freeways'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2331511928709827777.post-4573600128282323285</id><published>2008-08-19T20:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T21:19:12.648-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Olympics</title><content type='html'>We have been watching the Olympics from China almost exclusively in the evening.  I stay up too late watching and then spend the next day yawning.  I was just getting used to getting up early for work and now these Olympic Games are screwing up my sleep patterns.  First I lose my after lunch nap and now I have get to bed before the end of the TV showings.  I really enjoy watching the best athletes in the world compete at their best.  I do wish they would show more of some of the minor sports and cut down on the Beach Volleyball.  I know that there is a huge following for women's beach volleyball, but I would love to see the wrestling and boxing.  Jean and I also score the Olympics' TV commercials.  The one with Hank the Budweiser Clydesdale gets straight 10s from us.  I am also impressed with the venues that the Chinese have constructed for the Games.  They have really raised the bar for future Olympic hosts.  Well the apparatus finals in gymnastics is coming on so I've got to finish this post.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2331511928709827777-4573600128282323285?l=sawdustmusings.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4573600128282323285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2331511928709827777&amp;postID=4573600128282323285' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4573600128282323285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2331511928709827777/posts/default/4573600128282323285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sawdustmusings.blogspot.com/2008/08/olympics.html' title='Olympics'/><author><name>DanG</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10158021021290717955</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_ULE__9eyQxU/R7e1zXtyx7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/0vCNUjkloKE/S220/only-dan.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
