Another Cup Of Cold Coffee

Beautiful day in the Flint Hills with powdered blue skies, a faint breeze in motion with the humming sound of a lawn mower cutting a lawn in the distance.  I finished eating left-over skillet chili for lunch and my hot cup of coffee has gone cold.  Don't mind the cold coffee...I like the stuff.  The chili was good and now all gone.

At 86 degrees outside, I have no air conditioner on and it feels rather comfortable indoors as I've tilted my office chair on wheels backwards to lean up against the tall wardrobe behind me to gaze outside the family room window to look at the gigantic tree outside on the side yard.  Take a deep breath.  Continue...I don't do enough of this...just looking and pausing to do little of nothing.  I have had it in my mind that I must be busy all the time in order to have value of any sort.  I graduated from the public school system so long ago and yet I still think I am going to get a progress report on how I do things around here.  The report card is in the mail.  What an awful way to be.

I suppose performance based people have this issue to overcome as they grow old.  Shamed based and or performance based people are victims to not relaxing as they should.  

The rumbling of a near by train makes my body feel it's presence as it travels to its distination.  I am still alive.

The neighbor man can be heard chatting with a friend about life using a few foul words as they tinker on his automobile that's park in his yard.  I can hear you. 

This morning I occupied myself with paper sorting and laundry.  Like the poor, the laundry is always with me and the paperwork seems to breed.  It could be the other way around...the laundry breeds and the paperwork is always with me.  May the force be with us all.

It is getting easier to toss old papers.  That's progress.

It's midweek in which I buy my local newspaper after picking up the mail.  This particular Wednesday is a slow paced one.  

Yesterday morning a phone call came in from the Ears, Nose and Throat Specialist to inform us that my Husband does not have cancer in his enlarged lymph nodes.  It's still soaking in.  

He has a mercury filled tooth on the same side of the head that these enlarged lymphs are.  In my gut, I know he needs to have this mercury taken out of this particular tooth that is mostly filling and have this refilled with resin.  I'd like to go to a sauna and have toxins steamed out of our bodies as well.  Dentist may still not agree that mercury nurtures unwanted health issues.

ALL aboard the deception train.

Sometime I'll share how Sigmund Frued's nephew Edward Bernays  convinced the American Dental Association that fluoride was good for people when in reality it's a toxic waste product.   He was very good at what he did and called propaganda Public Relations.

Bernays helped the Aluminum Company of America (Alcoa) find a market for Hexafluorosilicic acid, a byproduct of aluminum production. Working on behalf of Alcoa and various special interest groups, he successfully convinced the American public that water fluoridation was safe and beneficial to human health. This was achieved by using the American Dental Association in a highly successful media campaign.

Edward created most of the corporation manipulation techniques used for advertising.  I had not heard of him until recently though he lived and worked for our President Woodrew Wilson.

I will not embarrass you on how he sold people to use Dixie Cups with subliminal images.  No not gonna do it. 

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edward_Bernays

All in a day's work.
More coffee please.  
Hold the fluoride,
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