the project goes sour and nothing gets done. Sure I have thought of suspending that image and trying something different, but that don't work well . Anytime you mess with number one all you get is number two in your face and nothing happens . My thing is after much of everything but getting nothing whether its in church, in teaching a class, or out here trying to ignite a economic improvement fire, all I get is get kicked in the teeth and brushed aside. So why even make the attempt? Why not just kick back, write my book, do my radio shows online, and as far as anything else, let someone else do it. The reason I don't do that is the way I was brought up and taught, that when your pointing your finger at the mythical someone else, there's 3 fingers pointed back at you, don't say why doesn't someone else do it? Say I might as well do it, why not me? However any good wolf will tell you, its not good to hunt unproductive terrain and in places with no game. When you have plundered the feed in a given area, and no more is coming anytime soon, its time to say I've gave all I have. So I am looking very hard at relocation to Utah, then eventually back to southeastern Idaho. A wolf is not a solitary creature, nor am I , and I have trouble existing in a place for too long all by myself. Except for my domicile, I have to be able to be out and be sociable. Even if it is a trip to the local coffee cafe, I need people, which is what Heavenly Father was aiming at when he said, " Man does not live by bread alone" He meant for us to be out with fellow humans. But we and I'm being far more selective , but I need to socialize and network, rather than being a one Knyte(Knight) militia. I'm just feeling blue a bit. All too many people here in Evansgone, to a few club members that are too far removed, from me geographicly that come to the RodeHouse, say they are all into a project, say they know, of people that can help, yet when push comes to shove or the need to put their shoulder to the wheel, they are no where to be found. I'm tired of it. So I kick back, enrich my mind, go through the motions with LexiBelle, do my media work for the club, the rest of the time I really don't care any more. Why get off social support programs? Why not let the ungrateful tax payers pay for my food, and shelter and just leave the public parish under their own ignorance and arrogance?
So I'm headed back to my nap sack, crawl under my covers, and rest as Wednesday, I'm at the shop buttoning up LexiBelle, and LiL Wolf, so I can store them , and looking at finding a home port in Utah starting the first of the month.