Thursday, May 28, 2015

M7 and T Mobile

I apologize for being short in this, but am juggling here. I just checked mail and noticed a few in there in suggestions about Internet, and yes we are looking into that venue. Thank you.

For Captain Kirk, the M 7 was not a hidden message to you, but a post. I am sorry I was not more clear. Your being a friend is enough. We are hopefully getting things unjuggled here enough to keep breathing the internet air.
I should be more stable sometime next week in knowing how it works out., TL is better with the tech of the various plans, and TL is working it out. It all hinged on satanlink and getting the phone back on.....talked to a government gal who said that she spoke to the company and the employee had never heard of anything like this in 20 years.
Yes being the popular girl is........I think I almost got deaf and a real headache from that damn loop music satanlink plays non stop.

To the people with Birthdays...........Happy Birthday. Sorry about all of this in being swamped. This is 3 weeks in trying to sort this all out, and we think we are getting there.

God bless you all.

TL and LC


As we are in the library trying to hook things up...........

This is for Richard and Stephanie.

It sounds like your dad and you have it logically discussed on the roof leaking in Texas. I was trying to think of the obvious which you two have not talked over, and you know that a roof is something that either is there or it is not, and fixes are a problem of pulling things up, whether in asphalt or tile.

I do not know the design of the roof, as those pretty angles are a major problem as much as one finds beauty in a flat ranch style roof.
I can not think of any tarps, as they would blow off, and unrolling paper and taking it on would be more money gone.

About all that can be done is getting the roof looked at, but in that I might have a suggestion if you have a Votech School which teaches kids how to carpenter, in maybe they could do it as a project, if you furnished materials.
I know I am preaching to the choir in you never know what the hell is under anything in a house until you get into it. That roof we were working on..........well the building was square, but LC, meaning me, neglected to measure kitty corner and oopppps there was a building 12 inches off, so of course that pretty straight tin did not want to follow that crooked.
Yeah do not look too close on that roof ok........yes it is crooked, but it does not leak.

Codes are all different in roofing. I follow the Gorilla Paper down first, after the roof is repaired. We are looking at metal roofing for Mom's house, as I do not want to replace that again ever. As long as the wind is not blowing, pre drilling and it is not 100 degrees to cook you...........yes,  that is what bloomed that fungus on my thigh was that nice bake oven roof I was on......that has healed up thank God.

I would that I could be down there to help out. I have run a potato fork in digging up shingles....and done enough asphalt of know I hate it, but I would if I could be there to get it fixed. As you are not having major leaks, I am guessing that most of the roof being plywood is sound in the 5/8's sheeting.

I would wait though until that monsoon that dumb ass from Texas I was reading in a post who was praying for a hurricane to get Texas wet, stops raining. I am guessing as I have not inquired that it will stop raining there soon enough.
The dry weather line is moving back into the plains.........humidity yes, but the rain is not falling, except in reports there in if it is heavy or hitting the ground at all.

The jet stream shift should get that moisture out of Texas, and the tornadoes into the Ohio in the next weeks. It depends on those massive Canuck cold fronts which have been slamming the upper tier quit or not. I suspect you will get hot and dry this summer and there is a pattern set up of cold Canuck fronts which will then bring big storms to that Kansas, Illinois, Ohio etc... line.......dips further south and the baman's will get blasted.

I have to post some stuff now, and apologize I am about as worthless as tits on a boar for any of this.

God bless you and hugs to you both.



To the Few

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

I will have a more complete story about what we have just been put through at Centurylink, but it was nothing short of terrorism. I spent the past 4 days with phone service cut off. Spent 5 hours on the phone, on hold, with Mexicans (this is who employs Mexicans in mass who transfer you to Asians) and as you have your phone turned ON twice, well Centurylink turns it off within an hour.

This satanlink was Homeland, and other demoniacs trying to shut this blog off. It is been absolutely beyond frustrating. As the lineman who phoned this morning and got the phone back on, "You sure been given the run around haven't you."

He is the one person I will miss in this. I was helped by one black gal who spent 50 minutes fixing this on Tuesday to have it turned back on, a guy at Customer Service who repeated the process......and it all went off again in an hour.

I will never do business with Centurylink again, ever. As a notice, I have learned that no one should ever hook up to Hughes Net either as it is a nightmare in hooking you up, then leaving you to speak to nasty Filipinos for customer service, and if you try to get off that satellite, you end up with a 200 dollar to 400 dollar fine.

I have heard good things about LOCAL hook up in Dish Net, but help there is Pakistan....but it does have good internet, but it is too much for me and I am not wasting my life watching television again.

We have something in the works, and if it works I will be able to get back online. Still putting it together in this nightmare. We have to check things, get things back to satanlink and then making this work out.

I have to phone the government, plant things, find things, get to town and back all the other things............gotta jet.

PS I am trying to get up at least one post a day for the next week or so. It just depends on the net access. This note is for the few who care. The rest you will get your pharisee Judgment before Jesus Throne.


lame cherry non tropical fungal disease

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

OK this is interesting in I had something which has no explanation, except for reasons I do not ..........ok I will tell you this as this is personal. See TL and I not being wedded, are celibate, but someone who does not want us together who is a relative is such a hot little number flowing with unctions that they do not believe we as Christians can control our sexual natures and love with God this person with satan gave me a ........something on my thigh which was really interesting.

See I happened to notice surprised one afternoon that I had this blotch on my thigh about egg was dark red and looked like a rash............I did not know if a spider bit me repeatedly or what the devil it was.
It did not simply appeared and it was not sore.

I tried putting on it peroxide and that did seem to help. Thing is I had that roofing to put on, and it was hot up there and a great place for things to grow and it certainly did grow as it chafed with walking.

So you got it that it grew, and got to Gilligan Island type size......and it started putting out these little islands that spread.

I put on it a ........well I put the recipe here and thought all was going well, until the epidermus in numbers of layers started peeling off. The edges started getting red and sore, so I knew I had a lovely bacterial infection starting.

It was a great biological experiment to study, as I inquired in this was nothing no one had ever seen, and I certainly had been no where to be exposed to anything like this.

As this was going on, Mom in Spirit as much as TL in Spirit said to me what the Spirit said to me......"That xxxxxx did not want you having sex with TL." Yeah that was it from three sources, but I was amused at it all, as the culprit should have waited until after the honeymoon and not when we are in betrothed Christian mode.
I will be honest here. Both TL and I have had some pretty shitty tools of stan hurt us, and it has been beneficial to us for where we are going in marriage to not have any of the immorality clouding the Holy Ghost's work in making issues and setting things back.
I like being with TL 24 7. I like TL as my best friend. I like doing things with TL.......fact is sex wears out and that is why most people have problems in they have nothing built in a relationship but lust.

So anyway this non trop fungal disease. It is interesting in it reminds me of cancer in requiring a fungal toxic acidic soup for that virus to grow. This fungus was reverse in needing a bacterial field to expand out of. You know like maggots only live in the soup they foul.

I used up around 4 tubes of anti biotic and now have this neat series of red brands on my thigh. Each one sluffed off a great deal of skin, so it was not the original brew doing this, but a manifestation of this fungus. It kills the skin and the body gets rid of the skin and wiht a little anti biotic to confine the spread, it all just leaves red marks.

Yes TL and I are always going to be together. The person responsible for this really has shown their psychopathies in their weaknesses as the attack was the most ineffective possible.

For those who do not believe that satanic attacks on good people like Job do not happen in the 21st century........they do and I am certain of the experience I just had again. God preserves though and I learn and become more effective in the trials.
I used to think when I was stumbling with sin, that it was the sin that was the problem in why I was being attacked.........obviously satan and it's dark lights are focused upon destroying me and sin has never been the issue. Having a clear conscience though helps me in this as I know I am right with God.

It is just one more tear until the final Joy in Christ is fulfilled.

Nuff said


One of Kitty's Lives

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

We have cats here. Lots of cats. They do not have exotic names.......just names like Muff, Muff's little one, that blue stud cat, those black cats and Kitty.

TL thinks Kitty is not all there.......Kitty is a white cat.

TL has been feeding Kitty as Kitty is not allowed to eat with the other cats as the other cats are mean to her. So TL has been feeding Kitty........and Kitty is pregnant or was.

So Kitty starts having her spots where they come out her in fact. Baby Belle stepped on one, which is where this story starts.

I would have knocked that kitten in the head as I have tried to save cats that mothers abandon, and they died. It is the kindest thing. But TL is kinder than I, as I was planting sprouted corn in trying to feed us in the future and started trying to feed the kitten in making Kitty take it.

TL found another kitten too..........and was trying to make the not all there Kitty take that one too. TL got a few woodticks doing that.......and as it came down to it, we got a chicken cage, stuffed Kitty into it with the kitties as they did suck...........and away we went.

I wondered where the other kittens were as Kitty was really prego. We heard cat birds, but no more kitties.

So TL is taking care of Kitty and the cats..........and after chores comes looking for me in quick time, as things are interesting. TL found the missing kitty, or at least one of was part sticking out of Kitty's female parts.
No wonder she was sort of big yet as she had a big dead kitten in her.......breach and there it was.

I did not mention that Kitty is not the tamest cat on the planet. She is.........well I was most interested in not getting TL clawed as I knew what adventure lay ahead.
See when babies die in the womb, they not only are dead, but just like a fish on the beach, the start bloating up and swelling. It is hard enough getting things out of a females tight parts without it getting bigger.
Did I mention all that heated womb also rots things?

So there was this part of a cat sticking out there. I figured the best was for TL to put on gloves, hold the cat in place, and for me to surgicial gloves pull the dead kitten out.

As I said, dead things rot, and this kitten was rotten.......I was pulling...TL was holding and I was getting me a Kitty pulled along as it was tight.  Finally figuring that it was best to chance me getting clawed and bit to get this done with as I was feeling one dead kitten tearing loose.
So I grabbed Kitty's pelvis with TL holding, the cat not enjoying this much, and I started giving it the big steady pull, and within about 15 seconds the dead one started moving more than the live cat. Once that happened, the rest was pretty easy as the bloated kitten slid out, and there I was holding it, with the placenta, and moving on to a new location to pitch it in the trees as I sort of have a thing of not liking holding dead rotten things.

Kitty was pleased at all this. I think she would have eaten the kitten, as cats are like that. It is all protein as long as it is dead. I have seen a mother cat eat a dead kitten she just had. Kitty just got to lick the blood on a paper towel as her reward for a successful birth.

I know what happened.  The kitten was dead as a breach. It was large. Kitty gave up and the thing just started to be evacuated by the body. Kitty gave up as she was out of push, and there the kitten was stuck until I by God's Grace unstuck it.

That kind of stuff kills cattle fast. I knew of a neighbor woman though who had a baby die in her, and the bones just came out as the kid rotted. Never killed the not know what the deal is with cats, but I figure that half a dead cat sticking out of a live one, is not as a live cat with me pulling the dead one out. Either way, Kitty was eating cat chow and acting normal.......cattle get feverish and go plumb nuts in trying to kill you.

So TL plays with the kitties that are alive. They are tiger cats. Mew a great is lower and one is higher........and Kitty's is lower too now as that must be her mother mew which sounds more like she is angry.

Sure has been a great deal of evil things here attempting to murder things in birthing for some time now.  I never pulled a dead cat one either. Was an interesting adventure and it didn't take 7 years and 200,000 dollars in school fines to buy me that degree.

I think I am getting good at this stuff. Gram was a midwife and was popular doing that. I know how to birth people stuff, but all the same I would prefer to stick with the four legged critters....actually prefer to have births with no problems as while the experience is existentially exhilarating, it is a bit more drama than I care to keep walking on the water in success every time.

That was the sport I was having........I know it is not as exciting as Rush Limbaugh puss puss adventures of a cat on a rail or some other recounts, but it is all I have in saving Kitty's life...........probably used up one of Kitty's lives in that one though.


Wednesday, May 27, 2015

An Historic Garden


As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

I enjoy the study of human action and reason. I enjoy my prejudice in concluding that James Underwood Crockett was a fine gardener with very sound advice. In that, I am fascinated when I come across an Aboriginal in America and how they gardened.
The following is a historical account of the Hidatsa gardening method in sprouting seeds. There was not any plastic pots, heating pads or sprayers. There was a primitive life and just animal skins and grass. This is the method used on the late spring Great Plains of America, where frosts killed crops in June.


"Squash seed was planted early in June; or the latter part of May and the first of June. In preparation for planting, we first sprouted the seed. I cut out a piece of tanned buffalo robe about two and a half feet long and eighteen inches wide, and spread it on the floor of the lodge, fur side up.

I took red-grass leaves, wetted them, and spread them out flat, matted together in a thin layer on the fur. Then I opened my bag of squash seeds, and having set a bowl of water beside me, I wet the seeds in the water— not soaking them, just wetting—and put them on the matted grass leaves until I had a little pile heaped up, in quantity about two double-handfuls.

I next took broad leaved sage, the kind we use in a sweat lodge, and buck brush leaves, and mixed them together. At squash planting time, the sage is about four inches high Into the mass of mixed sage-and-buck-brush leaves, I worked the wetted squash seeds, until they were distributed well through it. The mass I then laid on the grass matting, which I folded over and around it. Finally I folded the buffalo skin over that, making a package about fifteen by eighteen inches.

This squash bundle I hung on the drying pole near one of the posts. The bundle did not hang directly over the fire, but a little to one side. She should tell it so that the package of seeds could be removed to the next lodge, or they would spoil.

After two days I took the bundle down and opened it. From a horn spoon I sipped a little tepid water into my mouth and blew it over the seeds. I took care that the water was neither too hot nor too cold, lest it kill the seeds. I rebound the bundle and hung it up again on the drying pole. At the end of another day the seeds were sprouted nearly an inch and were ready to plant. I took a handful of the grass-and-leaves, and from them separated the sprouted squash seeds. A wooden bowl had been placed beside me with a little moist earth in it. Into this bowl I put the seeds, sprinkling a little earth over them to keep them moist. I was now ready to begin planting.


 Usually two or three women did the family planting, working together. One woman went ahead and with her hoe loosened up the ground for a space of about fifteen inches in diameter, for the hill. Care was taken that each hill was made in the place where there had been a hill the year before. I am sure that in olden times we raised much better crops, because we were careful to do so; using the same hill thus, each year, made the soil here soft and loose, so that the plants thrived.

One woman, then, as I have said, with her hoe, loosened up the soil where an old hill had stood, and made a new hill, about fifteen inches in diameter at the base. Following her came another woman who planted the sprouted seeds. Pour seeds were planted in each hill, in two pairs. The pairs should be about twelve inches apart, and the two seeds in each pair, a half inch apart. The seeds were planted rather under, or on one side of the hill, and about two inches deep in the soil. A careful woman planted the seeds with the sprouts upright; but even if she did not do this, the sprouts grew quickly and soon appeared through the soil.
We had a reason for planting the squash seeds in the side of the hill. The squash sprouts were soft, tender. If we planted them in level ground the rains would beat down the soil, and it would pack hard and get somewhat crusted, so that the sprouts could not break through; but if we planted the sprouts on the side of the hill, the water from the rains would flow over them and keep the soil soft. Likewise, we did not plant the sprouted seeds on the top of the hill because here too the rain was apt to beat the soil down hard."

Some explanation needs to be addressed here or else the methods will be lost as to why the Indians were doing what they were doing.

The soil in this region is termed "gumbo". Gumbo for those who have no experience with it is a product of clay, which blows like dust when dry and turns into a clay stickier than glue. It literally will lump onto feet and it dries like baked clay. This is what is taking place in the hills, which focus on the softness of the soil worked previously, and that is for root growth, and not for warmth as the seeds were planted not at the top of the hill.

The Indian picked up the hill sprouting method in being taught it. The Hidatsa arrived from Devil's Lake in North Dakota, so this method of growing crops in these farming groups was either from Viking immigrants or further east in America, which had influence again from European contact before the Vikings in the Phoenicians.
What was important was breaking the soil, and not warming the seed roots in hastening growth, which is interesting.

These squash were white according to the Hidatsa. They grew very fast and were eaten as summer squash or dried for winter squash.

"There was a good deal of variety in our squashes. Some were round, some rather elongated, some had a flattened end; some were dark, some nearly white, some spotted; some had a purple, or yellow top."

I am fascinated in these methods as the sprouted seeds are the same methods I resort to in gaining a few weeks, instead of lingering the seeds in cold soil. That is what the Hidatsa were shown and mimicked.

This is for a comparison and your learning. The day may arrive when you will not have your greenhouses, potting sheds and your well tilled garden soils. You are going to need to know now to make things sprout and things to grow when no one else does. The reality is the old Hidatsa are dead as their methods. This though is the world which you must live.

I grew an Arikiara squash, and it was a two type squash, which when I was having intestinal problems, found this squash in one serving making me very ill. You have to find a squash which grows for you and you prefer which will grow in primitive conditions.
Squash are not all equal. The Hubbard will keep most of the winter, as will the Butternut and Buttercup. I dislike the flavor of the Hubbard and Buttercup. Acorns are good keepers, and bland enough.
What I am studying now is the Red Kuri, which I like the flavor of. This is of the Poutimarron type or Boston Marrow. Kuri does not keep the best, but that would bring the drying process which the Hidatsa undertook.

"Sometimes we boiled ripe squashes whole, seeds and all; and we then ate the seeds. They tasted something like peanuts. These seeds of boiled squashes were eaten just as they came from the squash. I would take up two or three seeds in my mouth, crushing them with my teeth; and with my tongue I would separate the kernels from the shells which I spat out. I was rather fond of squash seeds. I have also heard of families who prepared squash seeds by parching or roasting; but I never did this myself."

It is though an intriguing history, a study of soils and a study of methods, as pertinent in sandy Georgia or arid Arizona. The methods matter. The history matters.


Tuesday, May 26, 2015

When Corn Was Not Yellow

As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.

This is an examination of the historic corn varieties of the Northern Great Plains. This is a unique niche in the farming Aboriginals. The Mandans prevailed in known varieties as Nuetta and Mandan Bride, but in most cases the corns which appeared as bases for varieties still in genetic use come from the Hidatsa, via the outstanding work of Oscar Will of Bismark North Dakota.

We raised nine well marked varieties of com in our village, following are the names of the varieties: At^TdtsoTd

Fol- (White hard)

(White) Ta'di tsoTd

(Yellow hard) Tsi'di tapa'

(Yellow soft) Ma^ikadicakS

(Gummy) Do'ohi

(Blue) Hi'ci cS'pi

(Red dark) Hi'tsiica .

(light-red) At^'ki aku^

hi'tsiica (White, kind of light red)

Hard white Soft white Hard yellow Soft yellow Gummy Blue

Dark red Light red Pink top

Of the nine varieties, the at^ld, or soft white, was the kind most raised in our village. The ma'ikadicakg, or giunmy, was least raised, as almost its only use was in making com balls. In my father's family, we raised two kinds of com, tsi'di tsold, or hard yellow; and at^ld, or soft white.

Hard white used in boiling dishes. Soft white used in flour and most every use.

The yellow corn was pounded to form a mush. The hard yellow and soft yellow were the "sweet" corns and were roasted to bring out the sweetness.

The corn ball varieties were made into flour and then boiled in water for one hour.

The blue, dark and light red corns were soft, were all prepared the same way and their flavor was the same and could not be told apart.

The gummy corns were of light red, flaked yellow with red, and white. These corns resembled sweet corns, in when dried, they shriveled up as modern sweet corns do.
This was the main corn ball variety. It had a unique property in when green boiled, the kernels would form a gum in the mouth when chewed.
These gummy balls were started by partially parching the corn, and some of this corn variety would pop open. Animal fats were rendered and added to the parched corn and pounded into an oily meal, which was formed into balls and boiled in water.

These corn balls were given by a mother in law, to her daughter, and then presented to her husband for him to eat.

The whites and yellow corns were prepared as hominy. Only cottonwood and elm ash, about one quart, was used as a lye for the corn.
A pot of water was boiled, the ash added, and as boiling was complete, the lye was strained off, and returned to the fire, where the corn was added and boiled until the kernels were white.
This corn was then washed twice and various dishes were made from it.

These 5 principle corns all had different flavors in soft and hard white and yellow and the gummy type.

The soft white was the earliest to ripen.

There were corn mutant varieties, some having 18 rows of kernels, some having double rows with empty spaces in between, sometimes double ears appeared, in good years double ears appeared on the stalks.

These were the Great Plains varieties which were quite different and diverse from the eastern and southwestern varieties of corn, which were interesting in having qualities more unique than the blue or red corns which formed the basis of those civilization's corns.

From the work of Oscar Will, there are some of these varieties still available. Gurney's of South Dakota assisted in propigating numbers of these corns too, which the fine work of Glenn Drowns of Iowa still offer glimpses of these squaw corns for growers today.

The reality is most people have absolutely no comprehension as to what to do with these flint are semi sweet varieties. They are more diverse in use than meal, hominy or flour. One does though from the Hidatsa recollections find the reality as to why yellow corn is prevalent in modern cultures. It simply was a sweeter corn in flavor, and having eye appeal, it is what humans grew.
Unfortunately modern golden corn meal is not sweet in the least, and it is wearing in eating it too often.