New Direction Change

I have to work on my change of Gevluef. It’s about Elwood. He is a type that doesn’t. It doesn’t matter what, he just doesn’t. This type of person would be good at teaching. In an interaction as the teacher’s role is, “yes, but go on and read.” The child is expressing the parents’ love. And the said Sophist is making it an equivalency. The child is supposed to learn.

Particularly, this person may be thinking incorrectly in the case of Staff. “You couldn’t see his war.”   I have said that Elwood was murdered. The family says that’s right. Or that he was suicidal from loosing his family. Elwood was tired. His death was a relief to all.

I learned from the Dog Kennel.  At the Kennel you are allowed to take a dog for the day. They should loan one that doesn’t kinda like Elwood. They don’t make good pets. So, you make the dog’s last day a good one; you have a problem. You have someone you’d like the dog to meet? So, announce that the dog is tired. Return the dog to the kennel.

The change for the blog is that I don’t have a problem with the Kennel’s practice. And, I don’t have a problem with J Paul Getty Jr. for Elwood’s murder. For therapy, I want to volunteer at the County Animal Shelter. The Dog in this story has insurance from Pumpkin.care. I hope I have it right, I wouldn’t want a problem with the kennel, or the kennel to have a problem with me.

You really can get a dog for the day at the Kennel; Ventura County Animal Services: https://www.vcas.us/volunteer/

Changes Are Coming To Gevluef

I need to bring out my thoughts from lately. I’ve been thinking about my Maternal Grandparents.

In the near future I will be overturning my Getty Judgment. “You couldn’t see his war.” This is said about Elwood a B-Plus. He was for Brendan 1921 and died in 1958. Brendan was 70 years old and competent.

I am related to Elwood and not Brendan. I should talk to family about this. I believe I am in line with family thinking.

Elwood was my Maternal Grandparent.

Lithographic Limestone Printmaking

I have given this post a couple of Tags: Lithographic, Printmaking. There are five posts on this subject here at Gevluef. UC Santa Cruz has a lot of limestone for fine art printing. It is a major collection, and a reason to go to UC Santa Cruz – or not. They have a landfill.

Below are links to the other posts on this subject:

This list of posts has a directive. The main idea is to raise awareness of the UC Santa Cruz Printmaking Studio.

Search: Trash, Garbage smell

Gun History

Gun History

I took the Bus from Chico California to Seattle Washington; my second entrance. There was a gun on that bus. And so, the story goes from there. It is hard to realize just what happens with a gun. I presume that none of it is good.

I swelled. My legs were swollen. It felt like I was walking through clay. That day I was a danger to self. I lay in a ditch in someone’s front yard until 5:00 when the homeowner called for me to go to the hospital.

It was miraculous what they did for me. Staff asked to give me an IV for hydration. Barely conscious, I asked for a pretty girl to administer the IV. I was probably in heaven. I fell back asleep and didn’t wake up for a while. I had the IV.

I was on the Psych ward when I woke up. I looked down at my legs and they were normal. What a relief I got the help that the hospital offers for dehydration. My legs felt like they were mine. The most interesting development was that the gun was a part of the body.

Years later I was examined by a staff person who observed I had a little swelling in my right leg just above the foot. I could feel it at times where there was a degree or a gun. I had a small amount of Serzone which is no longer on the market, and I thought that the spot was from that.

A gun is part of the pathology that I observed in my body and where I realize that I have a remainder. I can reason these issues are from going from Chico to Seattle. All this is just since late summer 2001.