My skill or lack thereof at this computer just amazes me! I honestly had a message of sorts typed but my fingers, not in tune with my mind, clicked in a wrong place. The note was about golf and the very high cost to do, the rich man or a company expense account game.
I doubt that it's loss will be of any disappointment to anyone but who will ever know for sure? I refuse to go back and attempt to struggle thru the same miss-guided thoughts another time. My loss might assure you of a gain? Nah, you will still need to click the delete button.
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What you leave behind is not what is engraved in stone monuments, but what is woven into the lives of others.~Pericle
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Sunday, September 27, 2009
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
September 23
When older age takes things from you it does it in a very stealthy manner. After all these days of taking the walk it was just yesterday that I finally took notice that I had not been getting my second wind on any of the walks. I've had to slow down and wait for the original one to catch up. Wonder when that left me? I can't believe it took this long to notice it's absence.
There was times in my younger years when I would never have finished a thing or two had it not been for my second wind. Lucky I don't quite do things now like I did back then. I'd rather think it is because of a lack of desire than lost abilities.
I'm not sure if it is the older age or something else but for some reason my desire to type this has quietly slipped away. I think I'll slip away too. I'll slip down to the dock, pick up a fishing rod and see if I can catch it back.
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"There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot." -- Steven Wright
There was times in my younger years when I would never have finished a thing or two had it not been for my second wind. Lucky I don't quite do things now like I did back then. I'd rather think it is because of a lack of desire than lost abilities.
I'm not sure if it is the older age or something else but for some reason my desire to type this has quietly slipped away. I think I'll slip away too. I'll slip down to the dock, pick up a fishing rod and see if I can catch it back.
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"There is a fine line between fishing and just standing on the shore like an idiot." -- Steven Wright
Tuesday, September 22, 2009
September 22
Whoopee, I began by walking one time around the mile horn after which I increased the trips to two then three then four then back to three and that seem to work best for me. Anyway I've kept track and am proud to type that I reached number 500 this morning. Five hundred miles of extracurricular walking. For the year so far, I've only had three days of no extracurricular walking.
Now in the last four days I've seen a Bob Cat near the trash cans on West Oak twelve times during my before daylight walks. I see it in the same place every time and unlike years past it doesn't bother me at all. There was a time when a Bob Cat skid steer loader sat where a Caterpillar should be bothered me some.
The landscape people parked it there for whatever reason I don't know. They have finished with our road as near as I can tell. I suppose time will tell me the facts.
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"What we call little things are merely the causes of great things; they are the beginning."~ Henri Frederic Amiel
Now in the last four days I've seen a Bob Cat near the trash cans on West Oak twelve times during my before daylight walks. I see it in the same place every time and unlike years past it doesn't bother me at all. There was a time when a Bob Cat skid steer loader sat where a Caterpillar should be bothered me some.
The landscape people parked it there for whatever reason I don't know. They have finished with our road as near as I can tell. I suppose time will tell me the facts.
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"What we call little things are merely the causes of great things; they are the beginning."~ Henri Frederic Amiel
Thursday, September 17, 2009
September 17
About 72 years ago come Saturday, one of our nice neighbors was crying and bawling around as he was spanked on the butt a few times. He doesn't remember this nor do I know it to be a fact but Saturday will be his Birthday. HAPPY BIRTHDAY DALE!
Don't think one would want to attempt spanking his butt today! I'm sure that 'Big Bad John' was not as bad back when as would be "Big Bad Dale' in a heated disagreement today.
There is a good chance that some sixty eight years ago I was crying and bawling around. Heck there is a chance I was crying and bawling around yesterday. I've always been a bit sensitive, easily hurt and quick to tears. Funny how some things leave you as you get older as some things become more available. You can get old and tough but the seep from the eyes is hard to control. A little bitty tear let me down, spoiled my act as a clown. I know a lot of it is allergies but the chance for sympathy with that are pretty slim.
I know very little to nothing about most things and I just got to thinking about childbirth in the old days. Right there at home with a mid-wife or a knowledgeable friend I guess. I believe me and all my siblings were born at home or at my grandmother's house.
A birth is probably a lot like when I repair something or buy something that requires me to put it together there is usually a lot of screaming and carrying on and might even be some cussing. Then the real clincher is I always have some parts left over. I understand that after a birth there are parts left over too. I put my leftovers in a jar and set them on a shelf. My unknowledgeable imagination thinks maybe years ago after a child birth the cleaned up leftovers may have been thrown down into an outside toilet.
Can you imagine the new father after celebrating the new birth a little too much going down to the toilet a little later, maybe slightly inebriated, doing a job then casually looking down into the hole? The scream would be horrible but worse would be the mess he would make if he would mistakenly try to put the leftovers back where he thought they had come from.
I've read somewhere that the hospitals now sell the umbilical cords for some kind of transplant or something. I doubt they credit the new parents bill.
I'm sorry about this whole thing but not sorry enough to redo it. Don't mean to offend anyone either but I've got bigger worries than that. Hell, I've been known to forward political pieces.
Along that line, how is it that so many purportedly intelligent democrats who seem to be led by their deep democratic convictions, continue supporting the demo president no matter what. One would think that even a semi-intelligent person would check a few facts. NOT SO AMIGO! Reality is one of the biggest things they close their minds to.
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I apologize for lying to you. I promise I won't deceive you again except in matters of this sort. ~Spiro T. Agnew
Don't think one would want to attempt spanking his butt today! I'm sure that 'Big Bad John' was not as bad back when as would be "Big Bad Dale' in a heated disagreement today.
There is a good chance that some sixty eight years ago I was crying and bawling around. Heck there is a chance I was crying and bawling around yesterday. I've always been a bit sensitive, easily hurt and quick to tears. Funny how some things leave you as you get older as some things become more available. You can get old and tough but the seep from the eyes is hard to control. A little bitty tear let me down, spoiled my act as a clown. I know a lot of it is allergies but the chance for sympathy with that are pretty slim.
I know very little to nothing about most things and I just got to thinking about childbirth in the old days. Right there at home with a mid-wife or a knowledgeable friend I guess. I believe me and all my siblings were born at home or at my grandmother's house.
A birth is probably a lot like when I repair something or buy something that requires me to put it together there is usually a lot of screaming and carrying on and might even be some cussing. Then the real clincher is I always have some parts left over. I understand that after a birth there are parts left over too. I put my leftovers in a jar and set them on a shelf. My unknowledgeable imagination thinks maybe years ago after a child birth the cleaned up leftovers may have been thrown down into an outside toilet.
Can you imagine the new father after celebrating the new birth a little too much going down to the toilet a little later, maybe slightly inebriated, doing a job then casually looking down into the hole? The scream would be horrible but worse would be the mess he would make if he would mistakenly try to put the leftovers back where he thought they had come from.
I've read somewhere that the hospitals now sell the umbilical cords for some kind of transplant or something. I doubt they credit the new parents bill.
I'm sorry about this whole thing but not sorry enough to redo it. Don't mean to offend anyone either but I've got bigger worries than that. Hell, I've been known to forward political pieces.
Along that line, how is it that so many purportedly intelligent democrats who seem to be led by their deep democratic convictions, continue supporting the demo president no matter what. One would think that even a semi-intelligent person would check a few facts. NOT SO AMIGO! Reality is one of the biggest things they close their minds to.
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I apologize for lying to you. I promise I won't deceive you again except in matters of this sort. ~Spiro T. Agnew
Monday, September 14, 2009
September 14
I had a harrowing experience this morning! Maybe that should be a harrowing hair raising experience. I left the house at 5:30 a.m. for my three trips around the horn. At that time is still very dark so I carry a flashlight to light my way.
On my first round, as I came down Memory Lane, I directed the light to four trash cans next to the road. I noticed that the last one had the lid propped open about 4 inches. Just as I got even with it the dang thing exploded with a terrible crashing noise accompanied by some furious screams and growls. A brown thing appeared in the gap only to disappear then reappear. That was the thing making all the noise. I wasn't about to get close enough to help him out either. After about four attempts he escaped and thankfully ran down the road away from me.
It was that damn Raccoon! Probably the same one that I've saved more than 12 times which leads me to believe he isn't a thankful kind of animal.
I must tell you that the hair on the back of my neck stood up so suddenly and with so much ferocity that I'm sure several broke off. Even now the skin in that area is tender to the touch. Man, I thought I had met my waterloo! My next thought was if a loo was near I'm sure I could water. Some things that raise my hackles sometimes also curl my toes. This experience did and I was forced to limp along for quit a distance before the uncurling began.
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"No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on proper occasions." - Henry Ward Beecher
On my first round, as I came down Memory Lane, I directed the light to four trash cans next to the road. I noticed that the last one had the lid propped open about 4 inches. Just as I got even with it the dang thing exploded with a terrible crashing noise accompanied by some furious screams and growls. A brown thing appeared in the gap only to disappear then reappear. That was the thing making all the noise. I wasn't about to get close enough to help him out either. After about four attempts he escaped and thankfully ran down the road away from me.
It was that damn Raccoon! Probably the same one that I've saved more than 12 times which leads me to believe he isn't a thankful kind of animal.
I must tell you that the hair on the back of my neck stood up so suddenly and with so much ferocity that I'm sure several broke off. Even now the skin in that area is tender to the touch. Man, I thought I had met my waterloo! My next thought was if a loo was near I'm sure I could water. Some things that raise my hackles sometimes also curl my toes. This experience did and I was forced to limp along for quit a distance before the uncurling began.
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"No man is sane who does not know how to be insane on proper occasions." - Henry Ward Beecher
Thursday, September 10, 2009
September 10
Working people are always asking us, "what do you do all day?" The only good answer I can think of is, "whatever we want" and that is pretty well the truth and also the main reason we have so many things that need to be done.
We practice the three R's. wRiting, I try to do a little of each morning. Reading is done anytime night or day. Then doing the aRithmetic, we add in several 'come-ups', 'want-to's', eating and conversing which usually totals out to be an enjoyable and very full day. Some other math is necessary but we don't do it very often. You know, subtracting the outgo from the little to no income kind of deal which sometimes has a huge effect on the 'want to's'. That creates another category of 'thought we wanted to's'. With those, whatever we want to do all we have to do is dream.
Sometimes for a little extra kick to our dreams we sacrifice something and buy a Power Ball and Lottery ticket. If you buy them on a Sunday you can get four days worth of dreams and maybe more if you don't check them right away. Unfortunutly the extra dream time usually gets screwed up by the news media just as they screw up so many other things.
We've read somewhere that miracles happen once in a while when you believe. Just a tiny dab of doubt seems to be a real killer! I think we all could probably stand a little work in our doubt/faith area.
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The dream is always running ahead of us. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that will be the miracle.~Anais Nin (edt)
We practice the three R's. wRiting, I try to do a little of each morning. Reading is done anytime night or day. Then doing the aRithmetic, we add in several 'come-ups', 'want-to's', eating and conversing which usually totals out to be an enjoyable and very full day. Some other math is necessary but we don't do it very often. You know, subtracting the outgo from the little to no income kind of deal which sometimes has a huge effect on the 'want to's'. That creates another category of 'thought we wanted to's'. With those, whatever we want to do all we have to do is dream.
Sometimes for a little extra kick to our dreams we sacrifice something and buy a Power Ball and Lottery ticket. If you buy them on a Sunday you can get four days worth of dreams and maybe more if you don't check them right away. Unfortunutly the extra dream time usually gets screwed up by the news media just as they screw up so many other things.
We've read somewhere that miracles happen once in a while when you believe. Just a tiny dab of doubt seems to be a real killer! I think we all could probably stand a little work in our doubt/faith area.
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The dream is always running ahead of us. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that will be the miracle.~Anais Nin (edt)
Sunday, September 06, 2009
September 6
65 degrees registered by our temperature teller when we first stirred at 4:33 this a.m. Rain Friday night and some Saturday. It is probably going to be pretty humid today! Another day of any kind is one to be celebrated! I like a lot of others, sometimes take another day for granted and forget about this. We shouldn't do that! Of course as I let Mikey out the door I caught my reflection in the mirror near the door. Kind of looks like I may have celebrated every one of the 24,881 days I've been granted....or awarded.
I can still remember a few/many years back and one of the memories, is of me and others my age making jokes about OLD. There are still a lot of attempts at humor about OLD by some, but personally I've discovered that OLD isn't funny! Well sometimes it's not funny. OLD is like that mold that grows on cheese. It looks like hell but the cheese under there can still be as good or maybe even better than ever. I don't think that OLD is the only thing that slows ones step either. Old is when you've been there and done that earlier in life but all those experiences have helped you realize that just one wrong step and extreme pain or even death can jump in to inflict it's curse upon your body.
Some experienced pains are not dutifully stored in the 'don't do again' area of the brain so they must be suffered over and over again. Like today, Mom got us and her a free overnight stay at the boat in Boonville and we're heading out for that destination in a little bit. FREE!!! Ha! We've been suckered and pained by that place so many times.....I just thank the Lord that it hasn't killed us yet.
Hope you enjoy celebrating your nother day!
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Sci-Tech Encyclopedia: Memory; the ability to store and access information that has been acquired through experience. Memory is a critical component of practically all aspects of human thinking, including perception, learning, language, and problem solving.
I can still remember a few/many years back and one of the memories, is of me and others my age making jokes about OLD. There are still a lot of attempts at humor about OLD by some, but personally I've discovered that OLD isn't funny! Well sometimes it's not funny. OLD is like that mold that grows on cheese. It looks like hell but the cheese under there can still be as good or maybe even better than ever. I don't think that OLD is the only thing that slows ones step either. Old is when you've been there and done that earlier in life but all those experiences have helped you realize that just one wrong step and extreme pain or even death can jump in to inflict it's curse upon your body.
Some experienced pains are not dutifully stored in the 'don't do again' area of the brain so they must be suffered over and over again. Like today, Mom got us and her a free overnight stay at the boat in Boonville and we're heading out for that destination in a little bit. FREE!!! Ha! We've been suckered and pained by that place so many times.....I just thank the Lord that it hasn't killed us yet.
Hope you enjoy celebrating your nother day!
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Sci-Tech Encyclopedia: Memory; the ability to store and access information that has been acquired through experience. Memory is a critical component of practically all aspects of human thinking, including perception, learning, language, and problem solving.
Friday, September 04, 2009
September 4
Kind of dragging my feet this morning which slows down everything. I need to get out there to my walking before the temperature heats up but something is not connecting in my get-up. You know you've got to have the get-up before you can go. Nah, "I'll have just one more cup of coffee then I'll go."
I've been listening to a lot of old songs on here trying to pick up a few things to put on e-cards but now I can't send e-cards so none of them will do me any good. Spent a long time doing it too. One place I picked up a couple, when I start to add it to a card says, "Not a standard compression. The recipient may not be able to play". Without the music or sound the stupid cards would mean very little if anything. As far as That goes they probably don't mean much with the music. I think all the music has got to be in a wav. file form or I can't edit it on the windows sound recorder. Oh well, every life has strife and if this easy one is using up a bad ones space, goody for me. "Goody goody for you! goody goody for me! I hope you’re satisfied you rascal you!"
Today a trip to Eldon to restock our larder then a lunch of the dollar double cheese at McDonalds after which Dory and I will go different ways. She will go bowling with Ruthie and a few more of the Rocky Mount elders while I'll come home to the pressure washer that I plan to use on the porch.
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"To talk to someone who does not listen is enough to tense the devil." -Pearl Bailey
I've been listening to a lot of old songs on here trying to pick up a few things to put on e-cards but now I can't send e-cards so none of them will do me any good. Spent a long time doing it too. One place I picked up a couple, when I start to add it to a card says, "Not a standard compression. The recipient may not be able to play". Without the music or sound the stupid cards would mean very little if anything. As far as That goes they probably don't mean much with the music. I think all the music has got to be in a wav. file form or I can't edit it on the windows sound recorder. Oh well, every life has strife and if this easy one is using up a bad ones space, goody for me. "Goody goody for you! goody goody for me! I hope you’re satisfied you rascal you!"
Today a trip to Eldon to restock our larder then a lunch of the dollar double cheese at McDonalds after which Dory and I will go different ways. She will go bowling with Ruthie and a few more of the Rocky Mount elders while I'll come home to the pressure washer that I plan to use on the porch.
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"To talk to someone who does not listen is enough to tense the devil." -Pearl Bailey
September 3
"Fun fun fun 'til her daddy takes the T-Bird away." A lot of what you see and hear is it's all about having fun. The race car drivers biggest topic is on how much fun they're having and how much fun the crew have doing the racing thing. The monthly magazine that we get from our ex-employer mentions fun many times. Oh, it is just so much fun!
Life is or can be fun and even trying to win a race or sell a product things can still be fun at times. Just don't tell me when you're in a race whether it be in a car or on the job selling that it is always so much fun! Do you think you can be having fun knowing that if you don't get the deal you may not be able to pay the months bills? The pay in a race depends on how close to the front you finish but in selling you've got to be the winner to get any pay at all. Fun my ass! It is only fun after you've hit the finish line before anyone else and you can quit looking over your shoulder. A man has got to pay his bills! I did really enjoy my job but fun was only a very tiny aspect of the overall conditions. The fun derived from three successes can be greatly diminished by only one loss is the way my memory goes. I guess I'm feeling a little cheated reading and hearing about all the fun that jobs are now.
The only losing that can be fun to some folks may be when they stick money into a slot machine and don't get a return. Going to give that a try Sunday night as mom has us a room there for the night. She will be in a slot tournament
I enjoy mowing the grass and all the other chores that I have to do around here but am I having fun...... I don't care that fun is partly defined as "a source of enjoyment". I just can't bring myself to categorize but very few of my joyful moments as fun.
So much for your waste of time this morning.....................
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Love and life, if you don't take then seriously, it's no fun, if you do, they can break your heart."-Louise Suggs (edt)
Life is or can be fun and even trying to win a race or sell a product things can still be fun at times. Just don't tell me when you're in a race whether it be in a car or on the job selling that it is always so much fun! Do you think you can be having fun knowing that if you don't get the deal you may not be able to pay the months bills? The pay in a race depends on how close to the front you finish but in selling you've got to be the winner to get any pay at all. Fun my ass! It is only fun after you've hit the finish line before anyone else and you can quit looking over your shoulder. A man has got to pay his bills! I did really enjoy my job but fun was only a very tiny aspect of the overall conditions. The fun derived from three successes can be greatly diminished by only one loss is the way my memory goes. I guess I'm feeling a little cheated reading and hearing about all the fun that jobs are now.
The only losing that can be fun to some folks may be when they stick money into a slot machine and don't get a return. Going to give that a try Sunday night as mom has us a room there for the night. She will be in a slot tournament
I enjoy mowing the grass and all the other chores that I have to do around here but am I having fun...... I don't care that fun is partly defined as "a source of enjoyment". I just can't bring myself to categorize but very few of my joyful moments as fun.
So much for your waste of time this morning.....................
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Love and life, if you don't take then seriously, it's no fun, if you do, they can break your heart."-Louise Suggs (edt)
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