This Week On Planet Bob...

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Early AM. I stepped right in front of it bare footed,,, but I was warmer!

Primitive Bob in a Can!

I cut this can in half  (Quietly, in ten min.)

Expedient Can Opener 

Inside the short can

Casper -- Aka  Donald Suther Land. "WOOF WOOF"   ---Kelleez Heroes.  see ODDBALL THE GREATEST AMERICAN HERO on Y. Tube. It's good for ya.

Zoe.  She likes the ROOF, ROOF.

 Eggs Benedict!

                                                                                       Aka Bobs Healthy Choices  

Primitive grandson.

                                                                                      Out with the old,,,

                                                                                   in with the new.

 BAM

SECRETS OF THE SKY CASTLE

Many secrets cannot be divulged. Like how many watts our solar panels produce at night in a full moon. But we do have the Frankenstein monster sleeping under the house with many bats and lizards and mice and snakes and centipedes. We even had a big critter stash a jack rabbit under there once. It's head was crushed, I'm thinking Mr. Bob Cat.

.  Another secret is,,, I've started to mess with,,, the lightning. I have a metal panel that's been lightning struck. The pattern left is very cool. I'm going to put it up in the house as art and will post a picture,,, sometime this decade. I have what was a solid piece of 10 ga. steel fence wire that was lighting struck and it is now, very oddly frayed on one end as though it was stranded wire.  The metal roof, handrails and flag poles are all grounded twice with 10 ga. and larger pure copper wire and yours truly,,, dumps salt water at the base of the ground rods at the beginning of most storms! It's as though I live in a horror movie.

Another odd secret,,, My wood pile makes it's own noise,,, like crunching noise and produces about three cups of fresh saw dust every day!

Another secret is, that I,,, Primitive Bob, have  "air" in ten ammo cans that we brought up here from the city. City air in a can.


P.S. Another secret is,,, I don't know how to reply to my comments from my peeps on this blog. I'll have to get some help soon. From my,,, less primitive half!

MAN TOWER

The Man Tower is built directly above the Man Cave.

Not finished but here is what I've done so far.

It's All Good

Very Good.

I Been Listenin' for a,,, Indian Yell

That's right y'all. I climb up in my tower and check for indians. One day Imma find one yelling at me. A big, tall fuzzy indian.   (miss U bro)

MOUNTAIN E-BONICS

I been regressin' real well. I'm back to about 12 years old when mom would say, "Be home when the street lights come on. 'Sept,,, there aint no street lights here unless I make one and put it here. There aint even any streets--just dirt roads. So,,, how far back can I go... 10,000 years, maybe a trillion. I maybe able to go back so far I can't even talk. I know some would like that just fine. Poor Bob,,, part of the pry-mordial snot! Nope. Ain't goin that far back (that ain't where it goes back to anyway) Just goin' back a little more. That's it. Just a few mo steps. I'll just hang out in the stone age. And have a "yaba daba do time". And practice my mountain ebonics.

 The Mountain says, I'm doing very well!

Another roll of the dice-SNAKE EYES

Well I was out early in my usual attire this morning,,,

shorts and T shirt. I thought I'd clean out the storage building and fix the sliding door. Y'all know I love sliding doors cause they simple and don't blow around in the wind. So anyway,,, I'm digging around the bottom of the door,,, couple big rocks I dug up,,, so I take the rock to a little pile of rock I have 5 feet away around my "library" can,,, where I keep all my books and old bid-ness documents from the days when I was "DeltaBob". Anyway,, I set this rock down --- when I see something move.  A 3 foot black tail rattlesnake.

 It rared back in a tight coil with it's mouth open to strike. Or at least ready to defend itself.

Well,,, now I'm feelin' bad,,, because with the dangerous types, ya pretty much have to kill em. (like the Night of the Living Dead,,, "shoot em in the head and throw em on the fire".) I always begin to feel like what's his name in Apok-o-lips Now, where he's goin' up to kill Captain Kurtz,,, and Kurtz knows he is commin' to do it. It makes poor PB feel real bad to 86 sush a cool creature. It sucks. But you gotta do what you gotta do. So here I come, just like what's his name,,, with my stick,,, and in a moment I strike hard, pinning it's skull to the ground and using a shovel to,,, shall I say,,, reduce the hazard.

So,,, another one bites the dust,,, (come on,,, sing it with me y'all)
It wasn't a protected critter---I seen to that!  U-raa!

THE END