Winter Count

Lone Dog's Winter Count

It comes as no surprise to me that the red indians of the Great Plains kept track of their years by counting winters. In these parts, only if a person survives another winter may that person truly claim to be another year older. The old feeder has been wondering if he will get to put another icon on his hide when the last snow of the current winter ends. It has been one tough winter. Wah wah wah.

I'm forcing myself to start blogging today. I'm doing it to keep my mind from dwelling on this afternoon's visit to the gastroenterologist. Cirrhosis never gets better, it seems, so I'm just going in to see how much worse mine has gotten.

How far behind. blogwise, has my winter of many maladies gotten me? Lets see, first I need to finish up the mountain lion poll results. I have done some of the basic analysis already. Like the polling pros, I have my analysis pre-jiggered-up to support my own conclusions before the voting even starts. By the time I get done with it, Omaha will have gotten used to mountain lions chasing the kids and nobody will care.

It seems I promised TimeTogether that I would comment on an article they suggested. Well, I started to work on that one by loading the article and my notes into my ancient Palm V pda so I could work on it without dragging my rotting carcass up to the console. The Palm V promptly died, so I bought a new Tungsten. The Tungsten wanted me to forego the clumsy synchronizing cradle for the new, hassle-free, wireless way: the Bluetooth hot synch. Attempts to set up the Bluetooth 'network' somehow caused my router's configuration to go south., isolating the entire Feedlot from the internet. It is fixed now, but it didn't fix itself. Just another pain in the ass; nothing money couldn't fix. My comment for TimeTogether is also nearly finished, but I'm leery of using the Bluetooth to zap my work back into this computer.

More later.