Mystery post showed up....

 I have had odd things happen but this was the strangest. I posted an entry and it told me 'Unable to post',  I tried redoing some or it and tried to up date and got the message. "CANNOT UPDATE"  Then another that said UPDATE FAILED. Now I find it has reappeared and is posted before My Fill in entry Fuzzy Hussy. 

It was not on Sherry's computer until just now.

I will be back tomorrow.  Comments off.

Nite Shipslog

PS I cannot explain the  red flags about danger here on Shipslog.....

The Fuzzy Hussy, Stormy Daniel’s daughter.

Memorable Cat car:

 

For today:

 

This is Stormy Daniel’s daughter, I call her Tiger Two. That is Tiger 1 or TOM walking into the picture they are jealous.

 Or the Fuzzy Hussy, Yep the little poot has followed in Stormy’s footsteps and brought us a litter. She hid them behind an old safe and cabinet in our storage area.

 

After I found the litter, she moved them. I looked around and thought I heard purring. Since my hearing is not directional, I asked Sherry to listen and tell me where it was coming from. That little rascal had moved the ‘puppies’ to this ‘whapsidded’ empty box 4 ft off the floor.

She had 5 kitties (I tell her they are puppies.)  She laughed and said you told mama that too, and you see I am a cat! Well she now has only 3, 2 yellow and 1 striped.

 

I have had trouble with coons. So I am closing the garage door all the way. Mama can go out the hard way to do her business or mess around. The hard way is up this ladder and thru the window. It goes into the new storage area I built under the back deck.

This is the ladder in the storage area she can come down.

 Then she must make her way to this small square cat hole behind the block and make her way thru the lattice work to outside.

 She has no problem going in and out. I am sure the coons could too, if they knew the way. I hope they don’t follow her or Tom.

NiteShipslog

PS:  This is Tom trying to get in my camera!

PS 2: I am very concerned. This post was an after thought. I put a post on for today about ranstonware (intent) mispell  It disappeared twice. that is wild. I mean GONE!  I was using Chrome and a warning popped up.

Ransomware & the Pipeline

 My Imagination, the results if Mercedes, BMW or Ford were hacked and all files destroyed, the resulting car may look like this:

For today:

Imagine the tumult at the Colonial Pipeline HQ

When the Supervisors turned on their computers and saw something like this:

Over a year ago our grandson Josh told us of a mysterious SHADY group that used software called ‘Ransomeware’. Hackers used the software to take over a company’s files. Basically said, they locked the files up so a company or corporation COULD NOT use their own files. This compromised secure data and basically halted a business until a ‘ransom’ was paid to get the files back. He spoke from experience, it happened to the company for which he works. They did not pay the ‘ransom’ and rebuilt their own files. BUT, but he thinks it cost them more in the long run than the ‘ransom’ would have been.

NOW, yes now, we on the East Coast have learned that we citizens can be held hostage by this sorry bunch. The pipeline that was shut down paid millions in ransom to get control back. IS THIS ASTOUNDING OR WHAT? When a person is kidnapped and held for ransom the kidnappers are sought, tried and put in prison.

Small minded people like me ask, “HOW CAN THIS BE?” Do we not have programmers (software engineers) who can locate this underworld group. Can’t we somehow ‘FOLLOW THE MONEY?’  THIS IS WILD. I have just read that you or I can actually purchase this ‘ransomware’ ourselves. They have it so simple that ‘Joe or Jane Blow’ can use it. WHAT????  THAT IS CRAZY!

Losing my files would be an inconvenience, but can you imagine a space age engineer, medical scientist, even a local doctor. That would be devastating.

Now to the local news. Sherry and I went out for gas this morning. I had allowed the tank to get near ‘E’, just at the wrong time. WE found gas fairly quick.

When these dudes are caught, I hope they put them under the jail!  I say when, because somehow there must be a MONEY trail.

 

NiteShipslog

PS:  Tomorrow, The Fuzzy Huzzy

Nothing much

Memorable Automobiles from The Past:

 I feel about as crazy as this vehicle looks today.

For today:

WE had a gas problem here, and I read where someone was blaming it on politics, let's spread some hate.

I have been a little down today, seeing HATE rising in our country. We are better than that. We had some wise men that formed the government and our Constitution. They weren’t perfect but they formed an absolutely great country. Diversity was a part of our start. We can hate things like cancer, but we should not hate our fellow citizens.

I will not post the other entries I have rejected today. So this is it, the Reader’s Digest Version.

NiteShipslog

Rocks and stones

 Memorable Automobiles from Cartoons:

 

For today:

Your road is gonna be Rocky!  OR you have hit Rock bottom (from Ma’s blog).  Turn right at the giant rock or River Rock make a beautiful fire place. This biscuit is as hard as a rock or don’t throw Rocks (stones) if you live in a glass house. Plowing is tough in rocky soil and THE Rock and Roll wasn’t here to stay.

I remember my dad saying, “Don’t tell me rocks don’t grow, we cleared 30 acres for planting, and we always hauled enough rocks away to add to the rock wall around the fields! It was the same EVERY YEAR!”

When I talked to my sister and her hubby Dick about building here they were very happy. Dick said, “If it is at all possible I would like to have some North Carolina mountain rock on the outside of the house.  We went to Marion, NC and bought a load of rock to veneer some of the house.

I have used rock on fire places and chimneys in several homes.  Rock does add some character to a home. AT Hikers will ask about Pennsylvania, “Have you hiked in Rocksylvania YET?

Yep the AT has Rocks and Roots.

In our language we use the Rock to describe many things. Religion is one thing for sure, “The stone that the builder rejected has become the CORNER Stone.”

I can appreciate all the notes above, but in this day and time I want to have character as solid as a ROCK! As my daddy would say, “I want my word to be my BOND.” My mind goes back to the many legal agreements I have made with a hand shake and I recall one of the later attorneys strongly advising me to cease that, it is archaic and very dangerous. It took a while but he did help me move into the 20^th century. LOL

I hope your bed is soft and roads not rocky, but hope your mental, physical and spiritual ‘conditions’ are SOLID AS A ROCK!

Finally, my girl looked great on this rock over 60 years ago!

NiteShipslog

PS: I have heard Sticks and Stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me....(That is always dependent on your state of mind, because most humans have been hurt by a nasty word hurled LIKE A STONE!)

The Tattoo

Memorable stuff from The Past:

 Tattoo'd bikers......

For today:

As a kid, I remember seeing tattoos mostly on veterans from WWII. Vets proud of their mother, girlfriend or the branch of service in which they served. 

 The tattoos that HURT seeing, were pictures of people (mostly Jewish) with a number tattooed on their wrists or arms from concentration camps. The tattoos gave me a terrible feeling of sympathy for them.

Later in life, a person with many tattoos became synonymous with ‘bikers.’  Somehow that has always stuck in my mind.

For a period of time while in service, the military doctors offered a service of removing tattoos if requested. One of my friends, Sam Cannon, had a couple surgically removed. They removed a huge panther climbing up his arm leaving the tail and one paw sticking out of the scar. He was advised to come back to finish the removal after the first surgery healed, HE NEVER WENT BACK, lol.

I had another friend with his girlfriend’s name on his arm, they broke up. A tattoo artist went over the name with a flower and covering it well. 

My tattoo is the USMC Eagle, Globe and Anchor. The old skin is age, the scar thru the 'S' is from a construction accident, not a knife fight! LOL

I was proud to be a Marine. The tat cost $5 downtown J’ville, NC. I was not drinking since I was too young to drink. Tattoo artists are alive and well at military bases and seaports.

To be fair, I wanted to add an USAF and USN tattoo, but by that time I was married and SHERRY said, “NO!” I think she feels like adding another tattoo would be like adding a bumper sticker to a Rolls Royce!” LOL

Something many would not think of, life at times became ‘uncomfortable,’ being an Airman or Sailor with a USMC tattoo prominently displayed on your arm. LOL There were many  comical instances. There were also some less than friendly ones. ;-)

All in All, I have never been ashamed of the tattoo, actually I think it was $5 well spent. After all I had plenty, I was being paid $78 a month and all I could eat! LOL

 NiteShipslog

PS:  I have nothing against INK (lots or little), it is a personal decision. I have some tattoo'ed Grands and still love them to pieces!

Crip courses and kite string

 Memorable Automobiles from The Past:

 

For today: This picture was sent to me by Grandson Josh. He caught me and Oliver Jack like this, THANKS JOSH!

NOW:  In my youth I made and flew hundreds of kites. My  favorite kite was the 3 stick kite.  

Since my dad was a preacher he had a suit cleaned at least one a week. They were returned to him covered with brown paper. There was enough paper to make two kites in each slip over cover. Mama used some of the paper but always saved me enough it for kites.

My kite string came in a ball, but ended up like this above. very few people brought in their kites winding like that.

Flying kites was one of the great, lazy ways to spend a day. If you were flying with friends it was time to tell stories and just joke and have fun.  If I flew alone, it was time to dream. I dreamed of being able to fly, not in a plane, but like Superman.  I also dreamed of having my own plane and flying to visit all over the world. In those first years I lived in Southern towns that were built on and around the textile (cotton) business. Of course I never gave a thought as to where that ‘kite string’ was made. Kite string was never wasted, we just tied another ball of it to the string already out on the kite. I just knew my kite was miles up in the sky, LOL!

We moved to Belmont. Just in time for High school; time to choose the courses I wanted to take. Belmont had 26 cotton mills. There was also a ‘Textile School’ over on Wilkinson Boulevard. You could elect Textile School for the mornings and be bussed to and from. You got 3 credits for that. I found out it was a ‘crip’ course that no ever failed, I jumped on it.

I did not plan to ‘Learn anything’, my plans had always been to quit school at 16 and join the USMC. WELL, I did learn something, I learned a lot. In that year I was taught every step from raw cotton to ‘spinning and winding’ thread (s). Next to Math/Algebra it became my favorite subject, it was actually learning.  I never had a job in the mill, but I learned what my dad always said, “The Cotton Mill workers earn every penny they are paid.”  He knew because he went from share cropping in North Georgia to working in the NC cotton mills during the depression.

This is getting too long, what I started off to say was I did learn where that kite string came from and how it was made. Then, like every phase of our lives, there is a story behind it. I did learn a lot and never did get to the weaving of those threads or see how kite string was wound into those neat little balls.

Ok be truthful, did you ever pick a course because it was considered a 'crip' (easy) course?

NiteShipslog

Flowers, the scent and beauty

 Memorable Automobiles from The Past:

 

For today:

I took this picture years ago when we were out fishing in Lake Eustis.

Flowers have for all my life paid a big part of our world. In our home my mother tried to raise a few flowers no matter where we lived. Sherry’s mama always tried to raise petunias around their house.

A girl must wear a corsage of flowers to special dances.

I mentioned before this, the rose and its color stood out all my early life as a sign of mothers. Red said your mama was a live and white said she was deceased. ‘Even men and boys wore a flower on mother’s day.’

I have always known florists stocked and used flowers, but I had no idea where they got them. It wasn’t until we moved to Rutherfordton, NC and lived beside Mr. Nelon That I learned people grew fields of flowers to sell to florists like other farmers grew and sold veggies.

Flowers are a BIG part of our weddings, the beauty and smell of flowers can lift spirits and give a promise of happiness.

And then at the end, people send flowers at the death of friends and loved ones to show they have sweet memories of the past and hope for the remaining families.  The pall bearers all wear a coronation and at the end lay them on the casket to be buried with the deceased.

HOWEVER I think the growing of flowers give pleasure to those who till, plant and care for flowers inside and outside the home. I think that task of love has as much calming and healing medicinal effect on the grower as some medicines.

If you take any flower and study it closely you begin to realize no man could have designed this, only our God.

          

 The Lily is associated with life:

          

 while the coronation is more associated with death. The pink coronation focusing on love of the deceased while the white is loss of an innocent loving person. Do you associate any flower with a life event?

The Tulip is my favorite flower and I have no idea why:

    

This is a well known philosophical statement, full of great advice to we who walk this life.......

Take time to enjoy and smell the roses.

     

Nite Shipslog