From the EastWing, Wondering About Things, The She & The Florist, Indiana Winters & Key Largo, Winter Melting Into Spring, Pallet Gardens, When The Chicken Lamp Went Dark, Sophia’s Diary

Greetings to all and welcome new friends to the EastWing.


 Do you ever see or hear things that you wonder about? Things that just don’t seem right, yet that’s the way it is. Things that just don’t seem right. An example of what I’m talking ‘bout here is how we are advised by our own government to NOT judge ALL Muslims by the actions of a few lunatics, but we are encouraged by our own government to judge ALL gun owners by the actions of a few lunatics.  Funny how that works. That just don’t seem right.


Another thing I wonder about is why we constantly hear about how the  Social Security program is going to run out of money.  But how come we never hear about any welfare program running out of money?  What’s interesting is the first group “worked for” their money, but the second didn’t. Now that just don’t seem right.


The other day I saw a representative from The Food Stamp Program, administered by the U.S. Department of Agriculture, bragging about how proud they were to be distributing the greatest amount of free Meals and Food Stamps ever — to 47 million people, as of the most recent figures available in 2013. 


That same day, I became aware that the National Park Service, administered by the U.S. Department of the Interior, asks us “Please Do Not Feed the Animals.”  The stated reason for this policy is because “The animals will grow dependent on handouts and will not learn to take care of themselves.” Now we all know about Yoga Bear and the Picnic Basket. Just some of the things I wonder about when it’s time to wonder about things that don’t seem right.


A week or so ago, I heard a report on CNN that the world is 40 trillion dollars in debt. Now if you think about that for a while, that don’t seem right. Who do we owe, Jupiter?


As this winter is finally melting into spring, I’ve never seen so many people so ready for a change of seasons. The joy of living in God’s Country here at the EastWing is enjoying the seasonal changes. With that being said, the arrival of springtime 2014 will be welcomed with open arms and much relief that this winter has been forever frozen in the past of times gone by.


The She has started to get back into the swing of things at her beloved Pioneer Florist. But never again the  60 hr weeks like before, but a few hours a day. We’ve agreed, me and the She, that she will never go back to the  pace she had before her surgery.


  I’m afraid that as the She feels better and better as time goes on, I may have to tie down to get her to live up to the agreement. However I do have a backup plan. Her best friend for life, Lupe Guardiola, assured me that she would help me, if necessary, to duct tape the She to her chair in order to get her to slow down.  After 33 years of being a florist, I told the She, “it’s time you stop and smell the roses”.  Now I’m sure there is someone who thought “I just know he’s gona say he told the She to stop and smell the roses. You’re right.


Interesting thing about commercial roses, they don’t smell. The rose aroma has gone away due to selective cross breeding of the plants. Better flowers, less scent. So the next time you buy the roses from the She and enjoy the fragrance, I’ll just say “aerosol can of smell the roses”.


A conversation  a few days ago with a long time client in Florida reminded me how much I do love the Indiana winters. Yes I do love the Indiana winters, so get over it. The change of seasons is a special part of my life in northern Indiana. Not so much so in Key Largo.  Now you may have it all, just like Bogie and Bacall,  but when it’s Santa Clause is short pants, you missed out on the Christmas Season. You just did, I don’t care what you say, you just did. God never intended for Santa Claus to wear shot pants. If you don’t believe me, just watch Rudolph the Red Nosed Rain Deer. Not one time ever will you see Santa in short pants. And Yukon Cornelius  doesn’t wear short pants either.   Life in the cold country makes spring time special.


So finally before we talk again we will have reached the end of  a rather long and cold winter here in northern Indiana. As the lasting snow of winter past turns into springtime,  we’re all damn happy to see the winter of 2013 go away. Then forever freeze into the backroads of our memories of things that used to be in the hard winter of 2013.


Did ya ever hear about pallet gardens? Yep,  pallet gardens. Me and the She,  we’re gona build us a pallet garden come  springtime in the valley. We’ve got lots of plans for the springtime, and even more plans for the summer. Here comes summer, oh happy days.


Now the pallet garden is a real simple thing to make. Take a standard shipping pallet, you know, that kind made from ruff cut oak, block off the open sides with brick or any other thing to close the opening. Fill the inside slots with soil. And once the soil in put in place you now have rows to plant your garden. Weed control is simple, just pull out any weed from the small space between the planks.


By using commercial potting soil, there should be minimum if any weed seed to start with. Now I don’t think we’ll grow an abundance of produce in our pallet garden. I don’t think we’ll be able to feed the hungry of the world, but we’ll for sure share whatever we do produce with anyone wanting such.


Had an interesting electrical problem last week here at the EastWing. While working along on the tax filings, all at once half of the electric went off in the EastWing. My Chicken Lamp, the computer monitor, the remote printer, but not the computer or the cordless phone. All the while the overhead lights continued to shine.


I’m a firm believer in having all my critical computer equipment on surge protectors. Not just any surge protectors, but ones that can withstand the big strike from the sky and still keep my stuff from frying on the spot. Surge protectors are much like anything else in life. You do get what you pay for, even in surge protectors. Get the local cheap deal at Walmart and you’ve just wasted your money. Spending a $100.00  or so to protect a $5,000,00 investment is cheap insurance.


What happened was the surge protector just plain failed. No electrical surge occurred. Just plain product failure.  I’d registered the thing when it was purchased, called the company, they had a replacement in my office in two days. I was impressed.


Dear Diary,

Spike is still around. I’m thinking that maybe God has forgotten about our deal. I’m probably gona have to pray again to find out what’s going on.




Stay safe in Afghanistan.


From the EastWing, Wondering About Things, The She & The Florist, Indiana Winters & Key Largo, Winter Melting Into Spring, Pallet Gardens, When The Chicken Lamp Went Dark, Sophia’s Diary


I Wish You Well,