You Filthy Stinking, Caucus.

I'm over half way there. That's right I'm just past what I'd call the halfway point of my novel in progress, Plundered Booty so I decided to take a break and share my good mood with all of y'all by rambling away about a few things on my mind.

Isn't Caucus a strange word? It has kind of vulgar, almost eastern European feel to me. I'm sure any of the many knowledgeable readers of this blog (Alex is my guess) can tell me the real origins of the word, but I can imagine it as a Russian cuss word. I can picture Ivan reaching for a bottle of Vodka when his hand slips and he drops the bottle onto the cold granite floor. At which point he would exclaim. "Son of a Caucus!"

On a related note, I have no idea who I'm going to vote for this year. I am one of those middle-of-the-roader, undecided people that are said to control every election, yet generally I end up voting for some odd character that has no real chance to be elected. Yes, I voted for Kinky Friedman in the last Texas Gubernatorial race. I have a relative who says voting for a president is easy. he claims that you should simply ask yourself one question. "Am I better off now that I was four years ago.?" His theory is. if you say yes, vote for the incumbent party, if no vote for the other party.

But I think the two party system is the primary reason why I never find a candidate that I truly can rally behind. Working for the Post Office and being active in my union (I am actually in the middle of an election myself right now, but unlike Hillary, Rudy and the gang I'm spending zero dollars campaigning) logic says I should vote Democratic. But there are several issues in which I disagree with the Democrats stance. As there is with the Republicans. I hate to be forced into voting for the "best of the worst."

And that my friend is the end of my political talk. So what else is on my mind?

I've had a run of weird dreams as of late. The other night I was driving around in my car and int eh backseat was a woman. Now in my dream I knew this woman well but in reality she was no one in particular that I know. Anyways this woman wad dying and moaning with pain and I decided in my dream state that I'd get in trouble if she kicked of in my car so I drove out to a field and threw her out in the weeds. As I drove away she was calling out, "Please don't leave me I don't want to die here, all alone." I kept going.

Then I woke up in a guilt ridden panic. and It took me a good half hour to calm down and convince myself it had only bee a dream. I hadn't really abandoned some poor woman to die alone in a desolate field. Anyone have any logical interpretation of that one. Have y'all ever had a dream and then felt guilty for your nocturnal illusion? My wife once got mad at me for something I did to her in her dream. Has that ever happened to any of y'all?

Told ya'll this was going to be a random filled, rambling post.

I recently read Carl Hiasson's novel Skinny Dip. Overall It kept me reading and eager to see what would happen next but I expected it to be funnier. I'll definitely read more of his work but someone had recommended him as being hilarious and while I did chuckle a time or two hilarious is not the word I'd use to describe the novel. Right now, I'm reading, The Reincarnationist by M.J. Rose. I'll let you know what I think when I'm finished. What have ya'll been reading?

How about I close with another random photo from my computer. This shot is of a young mule deer buck taken in my front yard back in September. For those who might not know that fuzz on his antlers is called velvet and sometime in late fall, after the antlers are through growing for the year, the velvet begins to come off in bloody scraps. I'm always surprised how many people do not realize animals with antlers (deer, elk, moose) shed their racks every year and grow new ones, while those with horns (cows, goats, sheep) keep their horns year after year.