stuff & nonsense

During the night, while locked in a dream in which I was alone fighting an electrical fire that I stupidly caused in the attic of The Old Place and was trying to put it out with a garden hose - - from my real world, some mix of War Anxiety and driving by the rebuilding at 2308 WBD - - it surfaced in the mind that I've been leaving out the central "i" in Ukrainian, as in rain, not ran. 

Breakfast, trying to reduce carbs so as to eliminate carbo coma mornings, tiny perfect sardines from Latvia, fished from the Baltic. I like mustard on sardines, so an elegant French mustard, both Xmas gifts. More Xmas, hot, black coffee club designer brew and a few squares of coffee buzz dark chocolate to ignite my mental presence into the universe this Thursday morning.

Mental presence seems to slip with years and life, but I'm thinking of napping anyway for the next twenty years RVW style, to give P time to age out of the picture. Fear is that in twenty, the world as we have known it will no longer Be, as P does not share human qualms about the morality and shame of nuclear weapons, P has neither qualms nor conscience and will use First Strike without hesitation if he thinks he personally can survive our Second Strike. 

It's going to come to that anyway, because once Ukraine is leveled to Russian Frontier P will move to reclaim former Soviet Socialist Republics who opted out to join NATO and the EU. With the one-man rule and police brutalizing protesting citizens, we're getting a sample bite of what our own future authoritarian existence is going to be like if the rotating and revolving Earth actually includes humans in its future.

Fast boat zipping across the Bay just beyond 7H. There was a Time when I wanted a boat, not anymore. Had two swimming pools over the decades, don't need a boat, nomesane? The fewer possessions I leave for heirs to sort through the kinder they will remember me. Except for a chair my mother gave me, all the furniture and furnishings are Linda's. I have two sets of china plates to my taste, plain white with gold rim, both German, and a splotchy jumble of flatware with a shell, some English, that can all be left outside some thrift shop during the night. Someone will need to decide about my low mileage sixteen year old Cadillac station wagon though: runs like a top. Oh, my collection of tiny antique cars and old car manuals. IDK, they may find an unopened bottle of London dry gin and one of Malbec. But the good news is that they won't have to deal with my boat. Of stuff, too much is enough, nomesane?

Prayers for Peace. Yes, mindful that God doesn't come down and create Peace in our Time, He commissions us to do that ourselves, and that isn't going to happen. It's again looking like the only way to Peace is through War, which is the same incredible nonsense as My Lai, destroying the village in order to save it. Ukrainians have no Peace in their future, because the plan is to eliminate Ukrainians as a Folk and perhaps eventually resettle the land. Who is familiar with the Assyrian resettlement of Israel, the Northern Kingdom, take notice, the world has been here before. 

What will it be like? Cormac described it well. Distant flashes of light from the directions of various cities, followed by dull thumps, and darkness.