On July 20, 2014, I watched Buzz Aldrin on C-span in the morning pushing the "commitment" of our nation (with others) to go to Mars. Honestly, I doubt that will happen in the rest of my lifetime, with it in everyone's troubles (and causing some troubles) around the world and a debt of 17.5 T. Truly, he was of a greater age for this country, and the crescent Moon high up in the southeastern sky that morning seemed a LOT further away than it was in 1969. Our nation currently is NOT space-faring enough to venture to Mars, as it is continuing to just get old & fat, using just a little more than 1/2 its human talent. A bad idea to demonize Russia too (over a Ukrainian blunder), as it it the responsibility of the most powerful nations to get along with each other.
Since my last journal, I have not had an easy winter, still hurting from a bursitis in the heel of my left foot. Freezing it and running it excessively on cold frozen surfaces for a newspaper route was no fun, one time in -31 F temperatures. And colder winters are to come with the Sun in decline. Another good reason for Ukraine to get along with its much stronger next-door neighbor. One does not pay attention to a person's walking until you can't walk right. So, until the foot heals, I might be called "Night Limper" at times? In early June, my computer also sort of said Keyboard? What keyboard?" So, I could only surf the internet for a full week, instead of participate here. Hmm, I wonder how long this machine will last yet?
With the foot on the mend slowly, even after over 4 months, I did get a little more drawing done, plant a garden, and use the bicycle more. At the sacrifice of photography submissions here, while needing to sit more, I have almost finished uploading my longest story, "The Source." I hope I get the climax of it right, as even the "Ri's Sanctuary" breaks down. That's next in eight parts then, followed by a long-overdue "decade" of good (?) photos. After all, it's not easy to move through time and space, or keep to a fixed "norm" defined only by others. Wish me and my old machine luck! I hope to bring the Moon closer. Mars can wait as it recedes again in the evening sky.