1 Joy, Number 5. Then you can do all the above as the whim hits. SGT Dave

2 Oh, I'm down with that. Unstructured, all the way.

3 Begin raising free-range chickens.

4 Nah. Two much running around after 'em. Escargot.

5 It's better to have had too much target practice and not need it than to need target practice and not have had enough.

6 Especially if you have a herd of escargot to protect.

7 Forget yoga/Tai Chi. Learn Krav Maga (from a real practitioner, not someone with a 2 week certificate from Calif.) Or go the range.... practice practice practice

8 What kind of movie can Hollywood give us about escargot ranchers? The first hermaphroditic 'western'? Oh, give me a home...Where the escargot roam... k, our government has heliciculture(snail farming) covered. See publication SRB 96-05 http://www.nal.usda.gov/afsic/AFSIC_pubs/srb96-05.htm

9 Good lord! I had NO idea! Thank you Darrell!

10 You're most welcome,k! The Mighty k Ranch in Florida. Mangoes swelling in the sun. Escargot to drive to market. k on her trusty manatee! Giddyup little 'froggies*', giddyup! *In honor of the French, of course! Representing only 1% of the world's population, they manage to consume more than 90% of the world's supply of snails. Porcs!** ** 'Pigs' in Francais...!

11 I'm amazed that some French person brought us brown snails over here in North America on purpose. At least, that's the way I got the story. I love the idea of protecting my herd of snails with a trusty sidearm--or should I bring out the 20-gauge against those escargot rustlers? I don't want to be outgunned.

12 Wow. Darrell understands my life! Not so easy of a thing to do. Especially from Chicago. Miss Attila, maybe you remember our Agricultural Commissioner? He's not shy about packing his gun. You may want to check with him - Charles Bronson.

13 Here, Darrell. Look go see. http://ksquest.blogspot.com/2006/05/chicago-darrell-this-ones-for-you.html

14 I did 'go see,' k, ...quite the honor! Thank you! I did expect to see a picture of you riding herd on your trusty manatee, though. I have to be honest. Still, it's a moving image. Maybe it's my imagination, but I think I see traces of gentle dew glistening in the morning(?) sun! Is that a riverlet forming on the left circumference? My, my! A mango lover always feels complete when they see that! I know it might be the last traces of sunlight for the day because you might avoid the strong morning rays. Thanks for the early peek! In eight weeks the fun really begins! My mind reels! P.S. I thought I might photoshop that manatee pic sometime in the future, so I searched for a suitable starting point for my files-- on the manatee side. I'm afraid I found at least one disturbing image. Check it out and let me know what you think. Is this 'manatee porn?' And is that an underage manatee? Hiding in a "childstoryhour" site? What has the world come to! http://www.childstoryhour.com/images/coloring/manatee.gif P.P.S. I seem to have an image of Joy looking longingly at a genetically-modified lemons ripening in the sun. I say gm because the ends looked more like a nipple than any I had ever seen. Maybe it was a dream...or my mind playing tricks. I think the campaign staff should address this if Joy ever decides to run for governor.

15 Manatees are no more embarrassed at how this might look than a dog taking a poop in public. Aren't animals great? Manatees sure LOOK naughty when they hug. Fuuny thing is, how true to life that depiction is. Mama manatee really does cuddle her young that way - that sweetly, and in just that innocent but suggestive looking fashion. All in the gestalt of manateeism, I guess. I got the mango pic just after we had a marvelous, long-awaited rain. So what you see aren't dewdrops but raindrops. It was still sprinkling a bit as I went about getting my pix. And that may indeed be a sappy rivulet on the side, good observation! I'll go check it out. My outside hours aren't dictated by sun or heat but by air quality. I get as much sun and heat as I can. On the pollen end, though, I'm what they call a *semi-shut-in.* Early mornings are the only time I can sort-of safely leave the house, this time of year. This state of affairs is difficult for most people to grasp, so I'm trying to explain it better in my blog. Of course I want my readers to understand my odd life and the nature of the disabilities that shape it. I also, very much, want to help my fellow afflictees any way I can. This year there's a huge spike of allergic response not only in people who are already allergic, but in newbees. Even my blogdad, Desert Cat, had his first allergic episode this year. Breaks my heart, that one. I love my Pops and l want him to feel good and to be safe. Whoops! got all serious AND mushy on ya, double whammy there, sorry! I'm okay with my life, I really am. Just trying to clarify my routine for you here.