BLESSING OR CURSE...?
(begun Tuesday 18th January at 4.10am...)

*my first effort at logging on failed miserably, and I was given an Error Message.  Reboot finally had results, and I staggered (and I do mean staggered) into gmail to find young Hal at his post... My Master joined him shortly afterwards, as the desk lamp dipped alarmingly... *grins...*

I’d surfaced for no apparent reason, well after 3am, when suddenly the little room grew unbearably hot.. After going through the so-called midlife crisis some years ago, I can easily tell the difference between a hot flush and my actual surroundings increasing in termperature, believe it or not…*grins..
I sat up smartly, and a few seconds later discovered that Millie was behaving badly, and that I'd woken in the nick of time… 
Now – do I thank my Controller for his excellent save, in waking me prior to the flood causing damage, or do I spit in his direction as author of said flood?  *your guess, guys…
Ja, he’s very much up and about as usual, and not fifteen minutes earlier as I sat here, he suddenly changed the frequency in my ears, and I have to confess to being impressed…  In fact, I said as much out loud…
Every now and then, tiny sounds out in the thick darkness have me clucking at his attempts to activate his nunus without me noticing… A different day, but the same old routine…*yawns…

It's now 4.40am and I've just been through to the kitchen, and was topping up Kitz’ bowl, when Mr. Impatient caused the fridge motor to kick in loudly.. *eyeroll… You think I’m kidding?  That particular appliance may just as well be fitted with a built-in megaphone, announcing his arrival in the jackpoint, it’s that reliable… *snorts…

I’m making heavier weather than usual this morning, and had already scribbled out two thirds of today’s offering, only to read it, and find it wanting.. *shrugs.. It's mostly as hard today, to string two words together, as it was when I first began this ear-bashing monologue years ago….

The two little dogs had woken me with their sharp yaps at around 2am yesterday morning.. I'd lain there listening to the wind, before I’d heard a sudden ominous cracking outside… Me and the dogs went out to investigate, but at that stage I found nothing… I'd gone back to bed, but the cracks continued every now and then, and by 2.45am I gave up and got up….  At that point I could see that one of the old avo tree’s remaining trunks had torn itself almost through in the wind, and the branch was now hanging precariously over our little braai corner of the garden….Never a dull effing moment… *mutters….
Will I leap aboard the assisted-suicide bandwagon at this point?  However tempting that is, it's pretty much a no, and only our Area Controller and his Droog could answer that truthfully.. (Yeah, I'm aware that using the term Area Controller and truth in the same breath, is bordering on an oxymoron..).

In fact, the avo tree has had white ants infesting it for years, and is way past it's sell-by date, so no, I don’t smell a rat on this occasion….
There’d been nothing I could do, so I'd come in here and sat at the desk to chat to you instead… Even above the wind I could hear the hissing sound of Bali’s own personal wireless song running nearby, and again I will insist that it's nothing remotely like the sound made by the three aircon units, within feet of where I sit…  If he had it going again last night, I wouldn’t know, as it's been silent since I staggered out of bed today..

Speaking of last night – The turnout at our CPF Meeting was way better than I’d anticipated..*beams..
Did I startle the Listeners with my reticence, as I’d promised Bali I would, before I left for the Meeting? *grins.. Which of the Eavesdroppers muttered that the old cow must be up to something, she's that quiet for a change?  *laughing…
I've always said there’d come a time when I'd have to back away from the CPF, and maybe this is the start of my withdrawal… *shrugs.. I joined to get some insight into the Rotten Apple's activities up at Dodge City, and have more than achieved my aim….
There’ve been many bonuses included, not the least of which has been the privilege of meeting the most amazing people from the Zone…

I’d watched from a distance last night, after the Meeting had ended, as so many had hung about chatting happily together, and am pleased that at least that much has been achieved… *beams…
My staunch Vice-Chair appears to have finally seen the writing on the wall, and realised that the tremendous effort he puts into making the CPF worthwhile, was always doomed to fail, with the stubborn refusal of Dodge City to work with us as a team…
It didn’t matter how often I'd told him that with Barnabas now elevated to Mo Shaik’s right hand, there was no way the drug scene here in the Zone would ever improve.. Being the good man that he is,  he’d obviously thought we could make a difference… *sighs…
The reason for my Chairman’s sudden astonishing courtship became a little clearer last night, though I’ll have to wait a while longer before he spills the beans on the details..*winks… How easily one is manipulated by having one’s ego stroked, never fails to amuse me… Psyche 1? *looks at the Behaviourists….

There I was, rattling on to young shrooms over the years, with the suggestion that he do a dissertation on my Controller and his bizarre psychological make-up, when all the while, I now suspect that alongside the huge Damage Control Team, sits an equally impressive team of head doctors aka Behavioural Scientists!  *falls over laughing.. It's not for nothing I've been labelled SLOW….

I drove home from last night’s Meeting to find all the streetlights down the Crescent were out.. At least until you reached our circuit down the bottom end…*winks… Even there, my Controller steadfastly keeps his and B.Snr’s poles, plus the Mothership, de-activated… While there may be no more ‘official’ load-shedding, you’d better believe it’s a practise that’s going to continue indefinitely…
The new lights now running the length of the orphanage dormitories, are visibly more than enough reason to warrant turning off the streetlights, are they not Balliram?  My word, but they are a sight to behold, and should keep the local Wuggers content with their strengthened connections to the LAN?  *winks…

For all the millions being poured into the four-Phase upgrade of the mini base-station that is St. Theresa’s, the shadowy investors are certainly getting their pound of flesh…
It was early yesterday morning that I'd looked up and across over to the Senior Boys Hostel, to find that a large amount of very attractive trees and shrubs have been removed from in front of one of the walls at that establishment… It's now quite startling in it's nakedness, and I must wonder whether it's soon to be adorned with yet another gigantic signal enhancer… *waits…

Although considerably older than the unfortunate toddlers housed in the newly embellished dorms facing us, I'd be interested to hear the number of bed-wetters over at the Senior Boys Hostel, which faces South…
South, to the glare of the ‘adjusted’ cellmast in Barnard Road, just across the Freeway, and beyond that, way in the distance, to Professor Leonard Els’ laboratory nestling in the Physics Department of the biggest Wireless Base Station in SA, at Howard College….
Chances are that the windows facing North also give a stunning view of the winking microwave tower in Overport…  
Can we assume then, that the occupants of the Senior Boys Hostel are considered front-line guinea pigs, as we are down here, though for slightly different reasons?  

I'd have to guess that studies will already have shown that if you’re genetically pre-disposed to say, diabetes or arthritis, it's inevitable that your suffering will be increased by the vast amounts of additional EMR now flooding the air?  While I'm probably not getting the correct terminology here, I figure you follow what I’m saying?   
But yes – The horrendous Knives to the Wrist and Burning Hands will most certainly be appreciated more by those who’ve already begun to display signs of arthritis, than those who haven't…
There’s an Area Controller over in Lichfield in the UK who’ll probably be able to tell you that my theory is correct… They’ve been nuking my sister with the wireless frequencies for years, to stunning effect….  
(It’s way too late for your continued derisive snorts, Janneman, for the RF Specialist knows I speak the truth, as do you…)

It’s now 6.05am and the BF frequency sits silent for the moment.. Is it a curse or a blessing?  If my Controller uncharacteristically reports the truth to his Superiors, he should by now have told them that Millie l is a snitch in a million… That almost to the second, she will tell me when el Monstro is paying me extra attention, with the use of the BF frequency…. 
Their remote has just chirruped loudly next door, and I anticipate my early warning system will herself wake up soon enough… *gags..
It's now 6.25am..
And so it was.. Not five minutes after he’d chirruped, I went through to my bedroom and Millie awoke with a jolt, and pretty soon she was shrieking wherever I went.. *dabs streaming eyes… A formidable weapon indeed, and one that will be employed with equally amazing results on those whose systems are already flawed…*belches…

Reading wrathex’ optimistic post in the Depression thread in the Off Topic Forum, the night before last, I’m forced to wonder whether her talk of the amazing change that’s taking place for the better, concerns a different planet to ours… *grins.. For here in the Zone at least, there's a vastly different picture to the one she paints for you…. *shrugs..

Peace…

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Tuesday 18th January 2011 at 10.36am…