60 Balloons and 1 Write-In Ballot

[ceitfianna]

Today has been rather long since I woke up and it was grey and I had to force myself to get out of bed. Then I spent the majority of my day using a air thingy to blow up sixty balloons for the celebration tommorow and tying ribbons to thirty of them. Then I had a mad rush to send in the federal write in ballot. I might not have had my application in, but I'm a registered voter and I'm going to vote. So I paid 33 New Zealand dollars to have it sent express to the US. I hope it gets there and I'm able to be a voice against Bush in Pennsylvania. Now I'm just tired and have little energy for anything else. Tommorow will be busy because I have to help with the party, but its an excuse to get dressed up and eat free food and its Friday. More details on that later and I'll try and get some pictures.

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[(Anonymous)]

If you held all the ballons would they lift you? Your listening to Milton. I have two Milton stories..Once I was going to Camp Muir with a couple of others and was 40 minutes or so ahead of the group straddling on a rock at 9000 feet over looking a glacier far below on the left and another on the right. I usually carried Milton and was reading from "..Regained" and came to a passage where the essence was "he spoke with a thundering voice from below". At that instant the air started to pulsate and a delta wing fighter came roaring up from the mile down in the valley. It was no more than 500 feet above the glacier and cliffs and went over the top of me. I thought the sound would knock me off my perch.

My freshman year in college I worked in a saw-mill on Elliot Bay pulling slash off the green chains. This involved pulling long skinny pieces (slash) away from good pieces of lumber . The slash would drop into a well behind me, drop twenty feet onto saws and chains and the pass by conveyer belts to the other end of the sawmill to be burned for steam generation to drive the saws. During my lunch break I would read Milton (..Lost). One day at the end of lunch I set Milton on a beam over the pit and went to help carry a gaint saw to the mill-wright. While I was gone the virbration of the mill moved the book to the point it fell in the pit. When I got back to my station I started looking around for my book. A monstorous sized, very quiet black fellow named Ben who graded lumber as it went by, upchain from me, saw me looking for something. He asked what is the problem. I said Milton fell in. He hit an emergency button near his knee which had the effect of shutting the saw mill down. The supervisor came running out on the chain platform and yelled "What the hell is going on." Very seriously Ben said "Milton fell in". The supervisor yelled back "Who in the hell is Milton? Turn the chain back on" During my afternoon break I went back to the furnace area and asked if anywone had seen a book come by from the slasher. They looked at me as to say "what's a book" I asked if anything unusual had come by. One fellow retrieved Milton from a shelf and said it was different, that they didn't know what it was and were going to ask somewhat."

Them's my Milton stories.
Phil

[(Anonymous)]

Someday I will learn to proof read before posting! Did you have the eclipse of the moon yesterday (night) or was that only in the Northern Hemisphere? Phil

[ceitfianna]

Those are great Milton stories. Sadly the eclipse was only visible in the Northern Hemisphere and I'm pretty far south in the Southern.