Tuesday, July 21, 2015



On the Road from Panama 7/4/2015 –  a conversation with BBC07 continued

It`s nice to hear your voice again BB. 

It’s nice to hear you too. 

Do you remember where we left off last time? 

Yes, with boobs and pickleheads,

Let’s play make believe to try and understand boobs and pickleheads better.

That sounds like fun! 

Let’s pretend there are two kingdoms, one is called Boobdom and the other Pickleheadeddom, Pickledom for short.

That`s funny. 

In Boobdom and Pickledom there are all kinds.  Some boobs in Boobdom and Pickledom have real boobs like your mum, some do not.

That´s nice! 

They are mostly nice people and harmless boobs. Being a boob or a picklehead is about how people think and what they do from how they think.

A simple boob could be someone that watches TV like POX news or they like Mush Limberger.  Ooh - stinky cheese!  It makes me want to vomit!

This is a different cheese.  Some people can´t stand Mush others like Limberger.   

My daddy says if you can´t say something nice about someone stay quiet. 

That’s good advice to live by. 

A lot of boobs believe most everything they hear. 

How come Peas Rider? 

Sometimes people are just lazy or have their minds made up about something.  Some boobs want to believe someone who seems to know more than them even if what they say may be only half true or not true at all.  

They’re liars, liars pants on fire! 

Yes BB but sadly when someone repeats something often enough even though it’s lying, as you say, some boobs will believe it`s true. 

That’s ugly.   

It’s uglier when you lie to yourself and then to others.   Wars that kill innocent children like you happen because of it.   

Jesus loved all the little children Peas Rider.  

He did BB, even the boobs and pickleheads of our world.  And that includes most of us.  We have all acted like boobs or pickleheads at one time or another. 

Boobs can also be Pickleheads.  Pickleheads have their minds made up about something and won’t change it.  It’s like a locked door.    

Just like in Peelament, or Wronggas  like my daddy says. 

Just so, but to be fair not everyone in those places is a Bophead for short.  But just a few boobs or pickleheads can make it miserable for everyone.   In Wronggas nothing gets done because Bopheads think money and power are more important than helping everyone not just other Bopheads like themselves. 

Why do they do that Peas Rider?

They’ve lost track of what’s really important BB, like caring for one another and our Earth.

Mum says to operate you have to cooperate like ants.    

Your mum is a wise woman.  From a creature we consider simple there are important life lessons to learn BB.  They live and work together and they share so no ant goes hungry. 

Why can´t we be more like ants Peas Rider?

We could BB if enough of us changed our minds about what is important and did something about it.

I´m scared Peas Rider. 

Your scared?

Daddy says in 100 years we could all go poof,  poof, poof no more, because of climate change!   I don`t want to go distinction Peas Rider. 

I'm scared for you too BB.  I don’t want you to go extinct either.

No more frogs, no more ants, no more birds that sing, no more little boys and girls like me.  What can one little girl like me do Peas Rider?

Can you call me back soon BB?  It's important we talk more about what we can do together to make our world a better place for all of God’s children.     

I’ll try.  Good night Peas Rider, I love you.  

I love you too BB, sweet dreams.  

Peas Rider


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Friday, July 10, 2015

On the Road from Panama 6/30/2015, a conversation with BBC07

Dear Friends ´´in the rabbit hole,"

From a Spirit House in Alaska, my last posting, to Panama -- as Alaska goes up in smoke.   

I arrived here in mid-May without a bicycle.  I’m staying in the guest house of an old friend away at the moment.   The local library in Boquete is where this originates.   It has a small café inside, a very nice feature.   I´ve been hanging out here most days except Sunday when it´s closed.  

It´s about a six km hike downhill through town to get here.  On rainy days I take a taxi part way.   All around an exuberance of life - flowers in bloom, birds singing, roosters crowing, dogs barking, at me sometimes and greeting locals on the way are why I enjoy walking and riding less.  It satisfies and feeds the spirit in ways other things cannot.

Betty called me from London awhile back. She is the daughter of another friend. Her ¨handle¨ she told me is BBC 07.  As it happened, an ongoing conversation of the moment, to be reported on here as opportunity allows.  We agreed I could share it.  It went something like this:

Hi Betty!  Hi Peas Rider

It´s nice to hear your voice.  
Nice to hear you too. 
I’m so happy you called.  
What would you like to talk about?   
What is a peas rider?  
Well,  I work for peace on Earth and peace with the Earth.  
I like to eat peas.  
Me too.  This is different you can´t eat peace.  
What kind of peas is it. 
It’s a feeling you have inside.  
We are happy when we feel peaceful. 
That’s nice.  I feel that way when I’m playing with my friends.  
Where do you live?.  
In a big house near the James River.  Mum says I’m very bright for my age.  
That's nice to hear. How did you find me?  
My daddy reads your blog sometimes.  Our house was not peasful last night.  
Mum and dad were making happy talk.  
Oh!  
They woke me up.  
They woke you up?  Yes.  
Mum was saying oh, oh, oh a lot.  
They were having fun I guess.   
I wanted to play too.  
I see.  
I knocked on the door but mum said go back to bed.  
Did you?  
Nooo! 
I listened for awhile.  
Mum asked daddy to kiss Virginia.  
She must be a nice person.  
I heard mum say oh! oh! oh! again. 
They were happy sounds. I got sleepy. 
You went to bed ?  
Yes. I asked Mum in the morning who is Virginia?  Can I meet her.  
Where did you hear that?  
Last night.  She just laughed.  When you´re older she said .    
When you called I thought it is was someone else.  
That’s alright.  
You have an unusual address.  What does BBC07 mean.   
Oh, that.  It means Betty Boobs Cramdon. I'm seven years old. I watch TV with my daddy.  He calls it the boob tube.  
Did you ask him what that means?  
Yes!   He said I should ask mum first.  
What did she say?  
She said there are different kinds of boobs.  She showed me her boobs.  She said I will have boobs like hers when I grow up.   They were soft and warm and nice.   I can feed babies like me when I was littler.  I like boobs!  
I see!  Would it be okay to just call you BeeBee.  
Okay.   Wee - I´m  Bee,Bee,Cee 07.  
Sometimes daddy gets angry watching the boob tube  
What were you watching.  
POX news.  He calls them boobs and pickleheads.  
Why did he say that? 
They don't believe in appliance.  My daddy is very smart.  He knows a lot about appliance. 
I like sweet pickles!   
Me too BB.. 
Are boobs and pickleheads  nice people Peas Rider. 
Yes, most  are.  
I like everyone!  
That´s a good way to be.          
It’s getting late BB, is there anything else you want to ask me.   
My daddy calls Peelament and Wronggas boobs and pickleheads,  pause,  Who is Omama?   Is everyone a boob and picklehead  Peas Rider?  
Yes, and no and it depends.  
I don´t understand. 
Can you call me again?  We'll talk some more about boobs and pickleheads 
I´ll try. 
I love you BB, good night, sweet dreams.  
I love you too Peas Rider, good night.  
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Thursday, July 9, 2015

malkolmblog

Hey all Malkolm-knowers . . . this is actually Ken, borrowing Wendy's email. I'm sending the link to the blog that tells about Malkolm's adventures. There are some great photos that have Malkolm"s stamp on them, as well as adventures with Polar Bears (scroll down to the Polar Bear photos). Enjoy the warmth - judging by M's self-portrait INSIDE his sumptuous lodging, summer hasn't reached northern Hudson's Bay yet.
love, Ken


 
Wendy Boothroyd
 
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