Pretty cool walk this morning! Both our tellers told us that it was 54* but an online source had it as 46*. I believe our little protected, next to the water place, was probably at 54* while up on the hill 46* or less seemed right.
My morning four mile trek kept my naked legs busy enough to stay warm but a wish for long sleeves and gloves broke into my thoughts. The wish nagged me and nagged me for the whole walk and didn't quit until about five minutes after I got back into the house.
Seemed strange to me that tho my face cheeks got pretty cold my main upper wind breaker didn't. My nose is the first bare thing to cut the cold as I walk along and it must have been warmed by it's running and it did that fairly often on the walk. You know that warm snot sliming down the internal passages to the exit must have kept the nose warm. Either that or my constant wiping it with my handkerchief.
I re-read some of my notes and acknowledge to myself that the contents never belie the effort but I keep trying tho a bit less often now than in the past.
Always acknowledge a fault. This will throw those in authority off their guard and give you an opportunity to commit more.-Mark Twain
About Me
Friday, November 11, 2011
8-3
I didn't get my four miles in Monday due to the appointments in Columbia so yesterday I made it up by doing eight. First I did six then later went back to get the other two. Not too bad once you get underway.
It is said, 'an ill wind blows no good', and if you should step out of the coolness of the house onto our little sun filled porch into the breeze blowing that 99 degree air around, you could think ill of it. But if you would walk with me, by the time we top the first hill your clothes would be all sweat wetted and there you would discover how much good that hot little breeze can give.
First impressions are always an important way to start but can also handicap your trip to reality. The real thing most often lies far beyond the first impression of many things including lots of people.
Hey, do you think that the walks and outside chores in all this heat can make a queer out of me? I hope not but almost everyday by early afternoon you could call me a fag because, for sure I'm am very much fagged out!
"A man's life is what his thoughts make of it."~Marcus Aurelius
It is said, 'an ill wind blows no good', and if you should step out of the coolness of the house onto our little sun filled porch into the breeze blowing that 99 degree air around, you could think ill of it. But if you would walk with me, by the time we top the first hill your clothes would be all sweat wetted and there you would discover how much good that hot little breeze can give.
First impressions are always an important way to start but can also handicap your trip to reality. The real thing most often lies far beyond the first impression of many things including lots of people.
Hey, do you think that the walks and outside chores in all this heat can make a queer out of me? I hope not but almost everyday by early afternoon you could call me a fag because, for sure I'm am very much fagged out!
"A man's life is what his thoughts make of it."~Marcus Aurelius
8-2
Well, our yesterday started out good and just kept getting better until the doctor appointments. Leaving there with some extreme sadness that stepped in and kicked both good and better's asses out of our day and settled into their vacated spaces.
We were up early yesterday, readying ourselves for the trip to the doctor. Probable blood tests so we ate nothing but did have several cups of coffee which probably helped introduce better to the scene.
A fine 80 mile drive to the doctor's office where we happily arrived ten minutes early. This left us without a lot of time wasted waiting for our appointed time. WRONG! We didn't know it then, but we now have twenty one more days to wait.
When we checked in the lady advised us that we both had been bumped. Quickly found out that meant our appointments had been cancelled. Then and during the next twenty five minutes was when anger, anger being sadness taken to the extreme, replaced our happy and better. The doctor is out or the next two weeks but they finally got us rescheduled for August 22.
Said they had mailed us each a bump message back in may but we never received either. Also we asked why I had never received any results from the stress test that the doctor had arranged for me back in October 2010. Was told the results had been mailed to me back then but.....we never received them. The lady said she would mail another copy and did take time to read to us that everything was good on it.
We believe they may have a mailing problem!
All is well that ends well and over to the right 19 spaces is the end to this.
We were up early yesterday, readying ourselves for the trip to the doctor. Probable blood tests so we ate nothing but did have several cups of coffee which probably helped introduce better to the scene.
A fine 80 mile drive to the doctor's office where we happily arrived ten minutes early. This left us without a lot of time wasted waiting for our appointed time. WRONG! We didn't know it then, but we now have twenty one more days to wait.
When we checked in the lady advised us that we both had been bumped. Quickly found out that meant our appointments had been cancelled. Then and during the next twenty five minutes was when anger, anger being sadness taken to the extreme, replaced our happy and better. The doctor is out or the next two weeks but they finally got us rescheduled for August 22.
Said they had mailed us each a bump message back in may but we never received either. Also we asked why I had never received any results from the stress test that the doctor had arranged for me back in October 2010. Was told the results had been mailed to me back then but.....we never received them. The lady said she would mail another copy and did take time to read to us that everything was good on it.
We believe they may have a mailing problem!
All is well that ends well and over to the right 19 spaces is the end to this.
7-31
I don't have time to tarry this morning! No time to preach nor moan. No time to do more than slap out a quickie on this computer. I can't keep a frown off my face and I have a terrible time stopping some unkind words when anyone tells me they just don't have time for this or that or whatever.
The real deal is, a person can prioritize their time in a way that can enable them to do almost anything! If it isn't high enough on the list it is usually erroneously stated as "not having time!" Don't you double hate it when someone tells you that they just didn't have time to do something? Or when someone says, "I was going to call you but I couldn't find your phone number." No phone book I guess, or maybe the phone companies doesn't offer the information service anymore? I don't know.
Todays activities for this pair sees me driving us to Columbia where each of us has a doctor appointment that we made but had to wait about three months for a spot. Must be a lot more sick people than there used to be.
I'm sure you don't have time to read anymore if perchance you happened to have had the time to open it at all, so I'll quit now. Gotta hit the road directly.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.~Will Rogers
The real deal is, a person can prioritize their time in a way that can enable them to do almost anything! If it isn't high enough on the list it is usually erroneously stated as "not having time!" Don't you double hate it when someone tells you that they just didn't have time to do something? Or when someone says, "I was going to call you but I couldn't find your phone number." No phone book I guess, or maybe the phone companies doesn't offer the information service anymore? I don't know.
Todays activities for this pair sees me driving us to Columbia where each of us has a doctor appointment that we made but had to wait about three months for a spot. Must be a lot more sick people than there used to be.
I'm sure you don't have time to read anymore if perchance you happened to have had the time to open it at all, so I'll quit now. Gotta hit the road directly.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.~Will Rogers
7-31
I don't have time to tarry this morning! No time to preach nor moan. No time to do more than slap out a quickie on this computer. I can't keep a frown off my face and I have a terrible time stopping some unkind words when anyone tells me they just don't have time for this or that or whatever.
The real deal is, a person can prioritize their time in a way that can enable them to do almost anything! If it isn't high enough on the list it is usually erroneously stated as "not having time!" Don't you double hate it when someone tells you that they just didn't have time to do something? Or when someone says, "I was going to call you but I couldn't find your phone number." No phone book I guess, or maybe the phone companies doesn't offer the information service anymore? I don't know.
Todays activities for this pair sees me driving us to Columbia where each of us has a doctor appointment that we made but had to wait about three months for a spot. Must be a lot more sick people than there used to be.
I'm sure you don't have time to read anymore if perchance you happened to have had the time to open it at all, so I'll quit now. Gotta hit the road directly.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.~Will Rogers
The real deal is, a person can prioritize their time in a way that can enable them to do almost anything! If it isn't high enough on the list it is usually erroneously stated as "not having time!" Don't you double hate it when someone tells you that they just didn't have time to do something? Or when someone says, "I was going to call you but I couldn't find your phone number." No phone book I guess, or maybe the phone companies doesn't offer the information service anymore? I don't know.
Todays activities for this pair sees me driving us to Columbia where each of us has a doctor appointment that we made but had to wait about three months for a spot. Must be a lot more sick people than there used to be.
I'm sure you don't have time to read anymore if perchance you happened to have had the time to open it at all, so I'll quit now. Gotta hit the road directly.
Half our life is spent trying to find something to do with the time we have rushed through life trying to save.~Will Rogers
7-21
Good grief! Now and then I guess grief can be good somehow. And now I'm about to experience such a happening. If I can make a few more days I will be able to realize my 70th birth anniversary. I'm telling you for some time now the knowledge has been grieving me something furious. But I'm about to make it to the 70th and that is good.
If life begins at conception I actually turned 70 back one day in October. We don't talk about life when we have a birthday, they are only based on when you cleared the canal. Soooo, it is a birth anniversary not how old one might be.
I'll probably never know when I topped the hill and started down the other side but if I make it past 70 then my downhill slide began higher than 35. The thing about the 70 has nothing to do with my physical self, at least I don't think I feel any older than I felt years ago. But mentally it works on me big time.
70 is only a number that one can use to gauge how far down the hill they've gone and 70 is a far piece down the hill. It tells me that I'm getting very close to the bottom where that born with ultimate goal that no one escapes awaits me.
Life has had it's ups and downs but overall I think we've been treated pretty nice and hope like the dickens that Obama and his lot doesn't screw that up before we get clear to the bottom and my meeting.
"Look to your health; and if you have it, praise God and value it next to a good conscience; for health is the second blessing that money cannot buy; therefore value it, and be thankful for it." - Izaak Walton
If life begins at conception I actually turned 70 back one day in October. We don't talk about life when we have a birthday, they are only based on when you cleared the canal. Soooo, it is a birth anniversary not how old one might be.
I'll probably never know when I topped the hill and started down the other side but if I make it past 70 then my downhill slide began higher than 35. The thing about the 70 has nothing to do with my physical self, at least I don't think I feel any older than I felt years ago. But mentally it works on me big time.
70 is only a number that one can use to gauge how far down the hill they've gone and 70 is a far piece down the hill. It tells me that I'm getting very close to the bottom where that born with ultimate goal that no one escapes awaits me.
Life has had it's ups and downs but overall I think we've been treated pretty nice and hope like the dickens that Obama and his lot doesn't screw that up before we get clear to the bottom and my meeting.
"Look to your health; and if you have it, praise God and value it next to a good conscience; for health is the second blessing that money cannot buy; therefore value it, and be thankful for it." - Izaak Walton
7-20
In the cool, cool of the morning, we're so glad to be here. But, Glenda had a few things to take care of in Jeff City yesterday so she ended up enjoying the cool, cool tooling along in the car, car leaving me to guard the shack and pack. None of us three, Tomi, Mikey nor I, like hanging around here without a human being present but for me it is a rather. I like to be where I'm needed and the Jeff City things to take care of don't need me.
The lake is so calm and not a boat zipping about anywhere, at least as of yet. Makes my mind slip back to some of the wonderful peaceful winter days that we used to enjoy sitting here...........Had to stop typing for awhile because the trip back was so enjoyable I had to run several of those days through the mind and the happy there deserved all my attention.
Aren't good memories great! When they're good you don't really need to be there to enjoy the experience over and over again. Probably best you're not there. You know how much a memory can be enhanced by time.
Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.~ Winston Churchill
The lake is so calm and not a boat zipping about anywhere, at least as of yet. Makes my mind slip back to some of the wonderful peaceful winter days that we used to enjoy sitting here...........Had to stop typing for awhile because the trip back was so enjoyable I had to run several of those days through the mind and the happy there deserved all my attention.
Aren't good memories great! When they're good you don't really need to be there to enjoy the experience over and over again. Probably best you're not there. You know how much a memory can be enhanced by time.
Success consists of going from failure to failure without loss of enthusiasm.~ Winston Churchill
7-19
RECYCLE, RECYCLE, RECYCLE!
Boy, in this ultra hot weather it sure is refreshing to float around on a noodle in the lake. And............ You don't need to stay a 'shithead' either. With a shower using soft water and the proper shampoo, you can wash that Lake Ozark sewer water right down the drain and into the septic tank where it should be.
RECYCLE, RECYCLE, RECYCLE!
On the walk I see quite a few box turtles crossing the road. I usually pick them up and put them off the road in the direction they were headed. I got to wondering if the turtles had a destination in mind or if they just crawled aimlessly and only crossed the road because it was in their path.
Anyway, yesterday I picked one up to carry off the road and he clammed up tight. Instead of moving it off the road I just set it back down but turned in the opposite direction from where he had been going. I moved up the road to watch if he corrected the turn or not. He didn't. He crawled back in the direction that I had turned him to. So I now know they just crawl around aimlessly. Turtles must be awfully lucky about what they run into because there are always plenty of small ones crawling around too.
There are no whole truths: all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.~Alfred North Whitehead
Boy, in this ultra hot weather it sure is refreshing to float around on a noodle in the lake. And............ You don't need to stay a 'shithead' either. With a shower using soft water and the proper shampoo, you can wash that Lake Ozark sewer water right down the drain and into the septic tank where it should be.
RECYCLE, RECYCLE, RECYCLE!
On the walk I see quite a few box turtles crossing the road. I usually pick them up and put them off the road in the direction they were headed. I got to wondering if the turtles had a destination in mind or if they just crawled aimlessly and only crossed the road because it was in their path.
Anyway, yesterday I picked one up to carry off the road and he clammed up tight. Instead of moving it off the road I just set it back down but turned in the opposite direction from where he had been going. I moved up the road to watch if he corrected the turn or not. He didn't. He crawled back in the direction that I had turned him to. So I now know they just crawl around aimlessly. Turtles must be awfully lucky about what they run into because there are always plenty of small ones crawling around too.
There are no whole truths: all truths are half-truths. It is trying to treat them as whole truths that plays the devil.~Alfred North Whitehead
7-18
Not much more than hot going on around here. Usually the most pleasurable and exciting thing that happens is watching the sun come up. Did you ever notice how quick that happens. First you see a tiny bit edge up over the trees across the way then wamo bamo it's all up staring at you like an evil eye. If you look away when it first starts it's move, you can miss the whole thing. It changes the whole world in the blink of an eye. To me, when the sun gets up, a new day has officially begun. When it's cloudy and the sun is obscured, it's a free day. One of the days where you read or such stuff. They are so nice you don't even care about an official start.
In case you're thinking, because I find so much pleasure and excitement in the raising sun, that maybe I ought to get a life.........shame on you! I have one! That is the main reason I find so much excitement and pleasure in seeing the sun rise another time.
I came into this world not knowing why but I have learned the reason since. My mother and father got together and I was begot. I don't know any of the details of that happening or if anything went wrong and don't want to. However the thought that something was amiss still lingers.
There have been several times where I've realized or admitted to myself a few short comings. Enough of these times for me to doubt that the strongest and best little swimmer was the one to smack the egg. Lots of things and lots of times, but observing my siblings over the years was the primary convincer. Sure, it could have been that I was marched in by a different drummer but I don't believe that was the case. A weaker swimmer just happened to stumble into the mass first.
That could help explain my whole life thereafter. Stumblebum, that's me. I've stumbled all across the life clear out into retirement so far. I'm not unhappy about it but I can't help wondering what it would have been if the best little swimmer hadn't been so cocky or whatever his problem was in not making the hit.
There is more to this subject bumping around in my mind but I've lost interest in typing it out. Too bad I didn't lose interest after, 'Not much else', since that pretty well described the complete content.
"What has been will be again. What has been done will be done again... [Ecclesiastes 1:9]" - Bible
In case you're thinking, because I find so much pleasure and excitement in the raising sun, that maybe I ought to get a life.........shame on you! I have one! That is the main reason I find so much excitement and pleasure in seeing the sun rise another time.
I came into this world not knowing why but I have learned the reason since. My mother and father got together and I was begot. I don't know any of the details of that happening or if anything went wrong and don't want to. However the thought that something was amiss still lingers.
There have been several times where I've realized or admitted to myself a few short comings. Enough of these times for me to doubt that the strongest and best little swimmer was the one to smack the egg. Lots of things and lots of times, but observing my siblings over the years was the primary convincer. Sure, it could have been that I was marched in by a different drummer but I don't believe that was the case. A weaker swimmer just happened to stumble into the mass first.
That could help explain my whole life thereafter. Stumblebum, that's me. I've stumbled all across the life clear out into retirement so far. I'm not unhappy about it but I can't help wondering what it would have been if the best little swimmer hadn't been so cocky or whatever his problem was in not making the hit.
There is more to this subject bumping around in my mind but I've lost interest in typing it out. Too bad I didn't lose interest after, 'Not much else', since that pretty well described the complete content.
"What has been will be again. What has been done will be done again... [Ecclesiastes 1:9]" - Bible
7-11
I carry a camera on my daily walks as you might already know. Anyway when something along the walk clicks my AW I take a photo of it.... Nah, in this part of the country I just take a pitcher. There are times when later, as I view the results the AW clicker doesn't portray all of the AW I thought had clicked me.
My thought is that if a picture is worth a thousand words there are times when it comes up many, many words short of conveying near all of what I thought I was looking at when I aimed and pushed the button.
Maybe I've just got a cheap camera? I surely didn't think so when we bought it but evidently a lot of money to a cheapskate isn't very much.
There are no facts, only interpretations.- Friedrich Nietzsche
My thought is that if a picture is worth a thousand words there are times when it comes up many, many words short of conveying near all of what I thought I was looking at when I aimed and pushed the button.
Maybe I've just got a cheap camera? I surely didn't think so when we bought it but evidently a lot of money to a cheapskate isn't very much.
There are no facts, only interpretations.- Friedrich Nietzsche
6-24
Lolling around in bed this morning, after a couple cups of coffee and past hearing the news and weather, I was eager to go. I did take time, as I leered at Glenda, to tell her I thought the conditions were just about perfect for a couple of things today.
She agreed and said that with the forecasted near 80* temperature coupled with a strong wind, one of the aforementioned would be flying a kite. Then she stated that if I was going to make anything at all it will be a kite, So as to take advantage of that near perfect condition I probably should get started.
That remark quickly slapped the pulsating passion right out of me and the inferred rejection made me feel pretty crappy. Anyway, I got up and went about my chores while trying to shake that bad feeling. Was doing real good too, until I cleaned out Tomi's litter box. While viewing the contents of the dust pan, the crappy feeling returned.
I'm feeling better now and it's about time to take the daily walk. The walk is long enough to clear my head of any crap residue and it also makes my body hum.
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"Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains." - Giovanni Ruffini
She agreed and said that with the forecasted near 80* temperature coupled with a strong wind, one of the aforementioned would be flying a kite. Then she stated that if I was going to make anything at all it will be a kite, So as to take advantage of that near perfect condition I probably should get started.
That remark quickly slapped the pulsating passion right out of me and the inferred rejection made me feel pretty crappy. Anyway, I got up and went about my chores while trying to shake that bad feeling. Was doing real good too, until I cleaned out Tomi's litter box. While viewing the contents of the dust pan, the crappy feeling returned.
I'm feeling better now and it's about time to take the daily walk. The walk is long enough to clear my head of any crap residue and it also makes my body hum.
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"Rank and riches are chains of gold, but still chains." - Giovanni Ruffini
Have you ever been sitting in your car at a stop light when a deep deep base sounding boom boom began tickling at your ear holes? Then it continues to become louder and louder, so loud that it interferes with any thought process you might have running at the time and turning the up-curled sides of your lips to droop almost to your chin. As your mirror and some parts on your dash begin to vibrate a small car passes in front of you with all it's windows down, enabling you to determine the cause.
It's caused by some young person not wanting to face reality and to avoid such they spend what they can get their hands on buying speakers for their car. They then turn the thing up as loud as it will go to where they, nor anyone close, can possibly think. La la, without conscience thought there can be no reality.
Now if you can imagine sitting in a room with about forty of those cars down in front of you, all tuned to the same blasting sound and turned up to the max you might understand why some of this lake living isn't so good especially on a holiday weekend.
Those happy time boat riders and their un-muffled engines makes so much noise that it seeps into the house right through the walls and windows. Even as loud as all they are we can still hear above it, the whap as our wave lifted dock slams back down from it's air ride.
Those kind of things seem to tighten me up all over. Among other things, my toes curl and I become constipated for a couple days.
Today all that is going to slow down but memories will linger, do I sound full of crap to you?
"People who cannot recognize a palpable absurdity are very much in the way of civilization." - Agnes Repplier
It's caused by some young person not wanting to face reality and to avoid such they spend what they can get their hands on buying speakers for their car. They then turn the thing up as loud as it will go to where they, nor anyone close, can possibly think. La la, without conscience thought there can be no reality.
Now if you can imagine sitting in a room with about forty of those cars down in front of you, all tuned to the same blasting sound and turned up to the max you might understand why some of this lake living isn't so good especially on a holiday weekend.
Those happy time boat riders and their un-muffled engines makes so much noise that it seeps into the house right through the walls and windows. Even as loud as all they are we can still hear above it, the whap as our wave lifted dock slams back down from it's air ride.
Those kind of things seem to tighten me up all over. Among other things, my toes curl and I become constipated for a couple days.
Today all that is going to slow down but memories will linger, do I sound full of crap to you?
"People who cannot recognize a palpable absurdity are very much in the way of civilization." - Agnes Repplier
Sure was a cold walk this morning. My exhale fogged and rose to about eye height and even with the hard wind I had to turn my head to the side to be able to see. Brrr!
I noticed that the trees were being forced to continually bow to mother because of the very strong winds that she was subjecting them to. Unfortunately, all that got me to thinking. Those poor trees, many over 100 years old, have suffered through all kinds of abuse and thousands of trials and tribulations during their long life all provided by mother. Yet there they still stand with her as they reach toward the heavens. Seems they must be very forgiving or just really dumb.
Slipping into all that thinking came a thought of my own case of near 27 years of some abuse and weathering through many trial and tribulation events yet, tho I do raise do my arms toward the heavens a lot, here I still am with nary a thought of leaving ever happening. Yep that's me, very forgiving and dumb as a tree.
Not for sure but there is a slight possibility that I've created a few negatives for the other half yet she is still here too. Guess that could mean we're both dumb as a tree?
Tribulation will not hurt you, unless it does - what alas! It too often does - unless it hardens you and makes you sour and narrow and skeptical. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin
I noticed that the trees were being forced to continually bow to mother because of the very strong winds that she was subjecting them to. Unfortunately, all that got me to thinking. Those poor trees, many over 100 years old, have suffered through all kinds of abuse and thousands of trials and tribulations during their long life all provided by mother. Yet there they still stand with her as they reach toward the heavens. Seems they must be very forgiving or just really dumb.
Slipping into all that thinking came a thought of my own case of near 27 years of some abuse and weathering through many trial and tribulation events yet, tho I do raise do my arms toward the heavens a lot, here I still am with nary a thought of leaving ever happening. Yep that's me, very forgiving and dumb as a tree.
Not for sure but there is a slight possibility that I've created a few negatives for the other half yet she is still here too. Guess that could mean we're both dumb as a tree?
Tribulation will not hurt you, unless it does - what alas! It too often does - unless it hardens you and makes you sour and narrow and skeptical. — Edwin Hubbel Chapin
This, can't talk guy, has been my near constant companion and walking buddy for as long as I can remember. So long in fact that I can hear his thoughts. Just this morning he, being a friendly cuss, thought me to send you a hello wave from him, so there it is below.
I'm a little worried about him as it seems he is ageing along with me but not doing quite as well. Thankfully, he still retains enough mobility to accompany me most places and I sure do hope that ability continues! It would probably kill me or at least put me in bed full time if something should happen to him.
I notice him limping every so often and then too when I need to work on something near the ground I have found it easier to do if I lay down to do it. When that type work comes along my buddy disappears. After the job is finished and as I get up to my feet he is back and getting up with me. Sad to see but he has a hell of a time getting to his.
I've noticed quite a few other areas that he has a few problems working through but it's too depressing to think about now. He sure has been a long time loyal friend and I hate to see what age is doing to him. But, since we're about the same age, his problems will more than likely be something I'll also need to work through one of these days. Dread, dread
I'm a little worried about him as it seems he is ageing along with me but not doing quite as well. Thankfully, he still retains enough mobility to accompany me most places and I sure do hope that ability continues! It would probably kill me or at least put me in bed full time if something should happen to him.
I notice him limping every so often and then too when I need to work on something near the ground I have found it easier to do if I lay down to do it. When that type work comes along my buddy disappears. After the job is finished and as I get up to my feet he is back and getting up with me. Sad to see but he has a hell of a time getting to his.
I've noticed quite a few other areas that he has a few problems working through but it's too depressing to think about now. He sure has been a long time loyal friend and I hate to see what age is doing to him. But, since we're about the same age, his problems will more than likely be something I'll also need to work through one of these days. Dread, dread
6-14
while walking the main road I'm hit and killed by a motorist and it is reported as a suicide don't believe it. A lot of the vehicles that I meet hardy move over away from me as they speed by. I do step off the road in a timely manner but the shoulder doesn't allow for more than one giant step most of the time.
So far this spring I've seen seven small snakes flattened near the edge of the road. When I step off the road I try to make sure I've a snake free step available but once in awhile I have got to hurry the process. Boy, if ever after the step I realize I had missed seeing............WHOA!
I can see the writing; Yes, the lady said, he stepped off the road so I know he saw me coming but then he jumped right back out in front of my car. He timed it exactly correct as there was not any time at all to turn the steering wheel. He truly wanted to go! Now, who's going to repair my car?
"Looking foolish does the spirit good. The need not to look foolish is one of youth's many burdens; as we get older we are exempted from more and more, and float upward in our heedlessness, singing Gratia Dei sum quod sum." - John Updike
So far this spring I've seen seven small snakes flattened near the edge of the road. When I step off the road I try to make sure I've a snake free step available but once in awhile I have got to hurry the process. Boy, if ever after the step I realize I had missed seeing............WHOA!
I can see the writing; Yes, the lady said, he stepped off the road so I know he saw me coming but then he jumped right back out in front of my car. He timed it exactly correct as there was not any time at all to turn the steering wheel. He truly wanted to go! Now, who's going to repair my car?
"Looking foolish does the spirit good. The need not to look foolish is one of youth's many burdens; as we get older we are exempted from more and more, and float upward in our heedlessness, singing Gratia Dei sum quod sum." - John Updike
5-20
I've read all the mail this morning including several sites that we subscribe to searching for a topic to carry up here onto my soapbox. Something must not be clicking in my head because if I found a topic my quick as a snake mind must have ran past without taking the time to recognize it. That or because of my down in the dirt crawly snaky mind, it passed so far over my head that I missed it. All this means is the same old challenge to type anything worthwhile is still as strong as ever.
Aw, don't let me bug you!
"Forget where you have been earlier. What matters is where you are now."Unknown
Aw, don't let me bug you!
"Forget where you have been earlier. What matters is where you are now."Unknown
Whoopee-do! Woke up several hours ago to find another day staring me in the face. I don't know for sure how long it had been doing that but I wasn't at all unhappy about it. Actually we may have saved a little money because I didn't need to turn any lights on as I went to procure the first cup of coffee for Dory and myself.
There was a time that I might have been a little aggravated about sleeping past the regular getup time but those days are long gone. Now I'm able to see some blessings that have always been there but I guess were taken for granted. It is a great blessing to be given another day no matter what time it starts. How can so many of us not realize the greatness of retaining enough mobility to rise and face the new day with only a few pains and aches to groan past. Even if the mobility isn't, there is enough joy to find in the mind to still be classified as one of the truly great and wonderful blessings that none of us could live without.
If a person took the time to really think only about all the blessings received they wouldn't be able to do it in their lifetime. And I'm not going to say if that was all a person ever thought of he probably wouldn't live long anyway. The multi-million thoughts that one has everyday, some are what puts food in their mouths and possible happiness in their minds... This note could go on and on too but it won't because some new thoughts have made themselves known and the possibility of something more exciting than this can't be very hard to happen.
Q: As people age, do they sleep more soundly? A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.
There was a time that I might have been a little aggravated about sleeping past the regular getup time but those days are long gone. Now I'm able to see some blessings that have always been there but I guess were taken for granted. It is a great blessing to be given another day no matter what time it starts. How can so many of us not realize the greatness of retaining enough mobility to rise and face the new day with only a few pains and aches to groan past. Even if the mobility isn't, there is enough joy to find in the mind to still be classified as one of the truly great and wonderful blessings that none of us could live without.
If a person took the time to really think only about all the blessings received they wouldn't be able to do it in their lifetime. And I'm not going to say if that was all a person ever thought of he probably wouldn't live long anyway. The multi-million thoughts that one has everyday, some are what puts food in their mouths and possible happiness in their minds... This note could go on and on too but it won't because some new thoughts have made themselves known and the possibility of something more exciting than this can't be very hard to happen.
Q: As people age, do they sleep more soundly? A: Yes, but usually in the afternoon.
5-19
A good way to help a good day be a little better is to try finding something to admire in every view that your eyes take in. At least for the first hour or so but longer or even all day would be better. I try this and find that the looking does slow one down enough to smell the flowers and to soak in a little of the glory.
Ha, even a snake has qualities to be admired if you take the time to really look at it. To some this is not a feasible option unless the snake is behind a glass enclosure or lying on the ground with it's head cut off. Most have really interesting patterns over their bodies in case you've never taken the time to look.
I know there are some questions forming in your minds like this one. In my pursuit of finding something to admire in every view how do I avoid looking into a mirror as I prepare for the day? The answer is I don't. I simply pick up the electric shaver with it's trim lines and put it to my face before I look into the mirror. Tho I don't like to shave, this neat object does a fine job and I do admire the results obtained by its use.
Yeah, during my shower I pretty much keep my eyes closed. Having washed it for over 69 years I'm familiar enough to clean the whole thing with my eyes shut and towel off too.
Over a day's time, for a variety of reasons, there are so many many seen things that can be admired. Tho beauty might top the list, it may only serve to slow you enough that you can see beyond it to the really admirable qualities. It's just too bad most of us are too busy or too preoccupied to take a few seconds to appreciate the little gifts that our eyes present.
There is nothing that I know more than very little about but if simple patter was worth cash money and I could find a buyer we might better be able to afford our few trips to town, don't you know.
Beauty is all about us, but how many are blind! They look at the wonder of this earth and seem to see nothing. -Pau (Pablo) Casals
Ha, even a snake has qualities to be admired if you take the time to really look at it. To some this is not a feasible option unless the snake is behind a glass enclosure or lying on the ground with it's head cut off. Most have really interesting patterns over their bodies in case you've never taken the time to look.
I know there are some questions forming in your minds like this one. In my pursuit of finding something to admire in every view how do I avoid looking into a mirror as I prepare for the day? The answer is I don't. I simply pick up the electric shaver with it's trim lines and put it to my face before I look into the mirror. Tho I don't like to shave, this neat object does a fine job and I do admire the results obtained by its use.
Yeah, during my shower I pretty much keep my eyes closed. Having washed it for over 69 years I'm familiar enough to clean the whole thing with my eyes shut and towel off too.
Over a day's time, for a variety of reasons, there are so many many seen things that can be admired. Tho beauty might top the list, it may only serve to slow you enough that you can see beyond it to the really admirable qualities. It's just too bad most of us are too busy or too preoccupied to take a few seconds to appreciate the little gifts that our eyes present.
There is nothing that I know more than very little about but if simple patter was worth cash money and I could find a buyer we might better be able to afford our few trips to town, don't you know.
Beauty is all about us, but how many are blind! They look at the wonder of this earth and seem to see nothing. -Pau (Pablo) Casals
5-18
As poor as the stuff is that comes out my mouth I still think it has a better connection to my mind than my three typing fingers. When they pose above the keyboard and reach up to the mind for something to type, mostly emptiness is what they encounter. With the desire to type something coming from somewhere, they end up picking among the dregs as most anyone who has read the results can attest to.
The problem may lie with my, overly stored body for hard times coming, along with it's undesirable, 'keep something moving,' behavioral pattern. I think it takes so much to run and operate this large body with it's little quirk, that my subconscious mind ends up taxing it's mental resource pool. That huge draw renders my conscious mind with barely enough power to connect with my, close to it, mouth but comes up a bit short extending clear down to my fingers, leaving the fingers with nothing to choose from but the lower lying excrement....err I mean crap, to type about.
So now we know.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches. — Alice Roosevelt Longworth
The problem may lie with my, overly stored body for hard times coming, along with it's undesirable, 'keep something moving,' behavioral pattern. I think it takes so much to run and operate this large body with it's little quirk, that my subconscious mind ends up taxing it's mental resource pool. That huge draw renders my conscious mind with barely enough power to connect with my, close to it, mouth but comes up a bit short extending clear down to my fingers, leaving the fingers with nothing to choose from but the lower lying excrement....err I mean crap, to type about.
So now we know.
I have a simple philosophy. Fill what's empty. Empty what's full. And scratch where it itches. — Alice Roosevelt Longworth
5-17
Here we've been blessed with another day to spend however we want to. And it has got top be spent today for it is impossible to save one. Now it is up to you, do you want a 'good time Charlie' or a 'good time Charlie's got the blues'.
Because I've come up empty in the head again or the thought trigger has a safety problem that won't allow it to fire, I'm going to add a short thing that I read on Boogie Jack by, I think his name is, Dennis Gaskin.
"This is who we are. A roiling river of consciousness comprised of who we were, who we are, and who we hope to become. Who we were and want to be are but a shadow and a ghost of who we are at the moment. Who we create ourselves to be each day is the master, though many give over their sovereignty of self to the shadow of the past."..
Heavy stuff huh? Well, maybe not heavy to you but it is to this sparsely educated cluck.
Now that I've gotten this far down the page, I personally believe it to be far enough for this attempt tho I realize some might think far enough was about nine lines up the page.
Only people who die very young learn all they really need to know in kindergarten.~Wendy Kaminer
Because I've come up empty in the head again or the thought trigger has a safety problem that won't allow it to fire, I'm going to add a short thing that I read on Boogie Jack by, I think his name is, Dennis Gaskin.
"This is who we are. A roiling river of consciousness comprised of who we were, who we are, and who we hope to become. Who we were and want to be are but a shadow and a ghost of who we are at the moment. Who we create ourselves to be each day is the master, though many give over their sovereignty of self to the shadow of the past."..
Heavy stuff huh? Well, maybe not heavy to you but it is to this sparsely educated cluck.
Now that I've gotten this far down the page, I personally believe it to be far enough for this attempt tho I realize some might think far enough was about nine lines up the page.
Only people who die very young learn all they really need to know in kindergarten.~Wendy Kaminer
5-16
Great day in the morning and if you do it right you could end up with the complete day being great. A good way to start is to do no more than lollygag around in bed late, watching TV and drinking coffee. Times like these are pretty nice and probably should do it more often.
Retirement sure does have it's legion of pluses! With the retired state we're in, the knowledge that even with tomorrow being a Tuesday, we can lollygag in again if we so desire warms our thoughts.
All the retirement created possibilities can warm ones thoughts and help greatly to make the days good. Not saying that our working days weren't good but there were always a daily influx of bad blowing across the good chimes. The sound of that near constant peal in your mind always seemed to put a big hurry on most of the days good. A rushed day's good is still good, but in the more uncivilized retired days, the good is by far much better.
Retirement does bring a few problems and I'm thinking about more than the smaller un-replaceable flow of cash. Without the monetary receiving obligation to a job we have time to let our minds wander here and there near full time. All this freedom in an unorganized mind is a real muddier to a quickly growing old head.
You know back when, I was always in a hurry yet time seemed to be a pretty slow mover. Now retired, with all the time I need for whatever, time is screeching past causing little time to type my once daily notes of nothing. It seems to be too much a struggle to find the necessary time to think of nothing to type rather than send nothing at all.
Aw well, I think I've got things up there too muddied up to go any further with this one!
"No man who is in a hurry is quite civilized." - William J. Durant
Retirement sure does have it's legion of pluses! With the retired state we're in, the knowledge that even with tomorrow being a Tuesday, we can lollygag in again if we so desire warms our thoughts.
All the retirement created possibilities can warm ones thoughts and help greatly to make the days good. Not saying that our working days weren't good but there were always a daily influx of bad blowing across the good chimes. The sound of that near constant peal in your mind always seemed to put a big hurry on most of the days good. A rushed day's good is still good, but in the more uncivilized retired days, the good is by far much better.
Retirement does bring a few problems and I'm thinking about more than the smaller un-replaceable flow of cash. Without the monetary receiving obligation to a job we have time to let our minds wander here and there near full time. All this freedom in an unorganized mind is a real muddier to a quickly growing old head.
You know back when, I was always in a hurry yet time seemed to be a pretty slow mover. Now retired, with all the time I need for whatever, time is screeching past causing little time to type my once daily notes of nothing. It seems to be too much a struggle to find the necessary time to think of nothing to type rather than send nothing at all.
Aw well, I think I've got things up there too muddied up to go any further with this one!
"No man who is in a hurry is quite civilized." - William J. Durant
3-30
have noticed, during my many years, that people fail to prioritize properly when it comes to many many things. Like, of the thousands of things that happen daily to you or around you, why is it that some pick a negative happening to carry around all day or longer as they ignore the 999 things that were of a positive nature. I suppose good is always taken for granted so as it comes it is just business as usual. Kinda like days and days pass without any snow accumulation then one day some happens. Do you hear anything about the good no snow days? Very little, but you are flat ass beat to death with the bitching about the one day of snow.
Sure this probably happens to all of us at one time or another. Unbelievably even I may have suffered the fate a couple of times but with Dory as my teacher, I've learned when you see it happen in someone else, let it go. That little pimple of negative can quickly be discarded and replaced with a larger bump, namely your ass. Changing a minor irritation to a major pain in the ass is not a good deal.
You shouldn't admit to another that he/she is low on your list of priorities either. One of the many ways that is accomplished is to tell another that you had planned to call/type but didn't have time or ran out of time..... Anyway you get the drift. A person has all the time to do anything they want, it is just a matter of priorities.
By the way, all the snow missed us again. Maybe a few flurries but mostly a scattering of rain drops forcing us to look for something else to bitch about.
"The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it." - Friedrich Nietzsche
Sure this probably happens to all of us at one time or another. Unbelievably even I may have suffered the fate a couple of times but with Dory as my teacher, I've learned when you see it happen in someone else, let it go. That little pimple of negative can quickly be discarded and replaced with a larger bump, namely your ass. Changing a minor irritation to a major pain in the ass is not a good deal.
You shouldn't admit to another that he/she is low on your list of priorities either. One of the many ways that is accomplished is to tell another that you had planned to call/type but didn't have time or ran out of time..... Anyway you get the drift. A person has all the time to do anything they want, it is just a matter of priorities.
By the way, all the snow missed us again. Maybe a few flurries but mostly a scattering of rain drops forcing us to look for something else to bitch about.
"The irrationality of a thing is no argument against its existence, rather a condition of it." - Friedrich Nietzsche
3-29
Did you ever notice that when a dog accompanies you some place they usually walk beside you but a little to the rear. Not so with this cat! He walks to one side of you but always to the front. Kind of like he thinks he is the leader. Gosh, aren't pets a delight! One of the few instances that I can think of right now, where one can classify a real pain-in-the-ass as a delight. I'm not sure Tomi isn't trying to trip me down to his level.
"Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you." - William M. Thackeray
"Despair is perfectly compatible with a good dinner, I promise you." - William M. Thackeray
3-25
Time flies when you're having fun and a few unhappy times doesn't seem to have much of a slowing effect. I've certainly experienced a lot of both in my lifetime yet as quick as a cat can wink an eye here I am fast approaching 70 years of age. On one hand I wouldn't object to a slowdown but experience noting that unhappy slows not, my plans are still to remain as happy as I can and just hang on and enjoy the ride. I am mighty thankful for the ride so far and can't help but feel strongly blessed to be able to keep on keeping on.
Don't know where all that came from because I don't feel old and the thoughts of being 70 has no negative influence at all. It's just that it seems so many would rather read and will pay more attention to a misfortune than a huge happy slash of words. Look at the news on television and in the newspapers, if it isn't a terrible or at least a pretty bad happening it isn't there.
Rain has delayed my morning stroll but I think I'll be able to get it in later in the day. For some time now I've increased the walk to a nice four miles and it seems to working out okay. Old sneaks some aches into my body each night but the walk pretty well moves them back out. Believe the walk has also been an immense help to my poor 'less painful everyday' ribs.
There isn't much here either so the quit thought just slipped up and slapped me! Damn, I should have had a V8!
Q: Is it common for 69+ year olds to have problems with short term memory storage?
A: Storing memory is not a problem, it's just there are just so many stored there that finding the one you want to retrieve can become a problem.
Don't know where all that came from because I don't feel old and the thoughts of being 70 has no negative influence at all. It's just that it seems so many would rather read and will pay more attention to a misfortune than a huge happy slash of words. Look at the news on television and in the newspapers, if it isn't a terrible or at least a pretty bad happening it isn't there.
Rain has delayed my morning stroll but I think I'll be able to get it in later in the day. For some time now I've increased the walk to a nice four miles and it seems to working out okay. Old sneaks some aches into my body each night but the walk pretty well moves them back out. Believe the walk has also been an immense help to my poor 'less painful everyday' ribs.
There isn't much here either so the quit thought just slipped up and slapped me! Damn, I should have had a V8!
Q: Is it common for 69+ year olds to have problems with short term memory storage?
A: Storing memory is not a problem, it's just there are just so many stored there that finding the one you want to retrieve can become a problem.
3-22
Well heck, let me tell you. Recently something happened to my lower back that somewhat affected my activities but no big deal. Before that aggravation gave up the ship a new pain began of which everyone said was a sciatic nerve problem. That really put a hitch in my walk and a few other things but I hung on. There were several times when my right leg was struck with so much ugg that I couldn't make it take another step. After a bit it would ease up some so limp on I would. That nerve problem lingered even after most of the back pain moved on. Finally mostly it too passed.
Wednesday I was unloading, from the pickup, a top heavy four legged swing holder when it attempted to topple off the other side of the truck. I grabbed and attempted to right it and won the battle. Lost the war tho as it yanked me very hard into the side of the truck bed resulting in what we think must be several damaged ribs. A bruise in the area and terrible pain that accompanies some activities. I also did a little something to cause some unhappiness when using my right arm in a few common ways.
I've attempted to make the best of the nasty situation and I believe it is a good deal better now. However, I still have an unhappy time when coughing, blowing my nose and then sneezing which almost puts me to my knees. Also the expulsion of other 'don't needs' can create a strong grimace if any kind of extra effort is required to move it on.
The act of sitting down is a fairly grim time but not near as bad as the getting up. Sleep works after the laying down pain subsides and it's helped if I don't need to turn over too much.
Oh well, I'm sure I'll be back to fine soon and then probably no more headaches either. But I do have a little worry about the real teeth I have left. A part of all these grimaces includes a bruxism of the darn things that could be grinding them down and at times actually creates a headache.
Each year time has been adding an additional burden, another calendar year, onto my shoulders. THANK THE LORD! The thing is, the load has me way out there in age. Yet
thankfully, I've not had much practice in handling the curses of old. So, I'm saying that at this time I'm getting some time in on the subject and can only hope that is a temporary situation.
By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere! - Billy Crystal
Wednesday I was unloading, from the pickup, a top heavy four legged swing holder when it attempted to topple off the other side of the truck. I grabbed and attempted to right it and won the battle. Lost the war tho as it yanked me very hard into the side of the truck bed resulting in what we think must be several damaged ribs. A bruise in the area and terrible pain that accompanies some activities. I also did a little something to cause some unhappiness when using my right arm in a few common ways.
I've attempted to make the best of the nasty situation and I believe it is a good deal better now. However, I still have an unhappy time when coughing, blowing my nose and then sneezing which almost puts me to my knees. Also the expulsion of other 'don't needs' can create a strong grimace if any kind of extra effort is required to move it on.
The act of sitting down is a fairly grim time but not near as bad as the getting up. Sleep works after the laying down pain subsides and it's helped if I don't need to turn over too much.
Oh well, I'm sure I'll be back to fine soon and then probably no more headaches either. But I do have a little worry about the real teeth I have left. A part of all these grimaces includes a bruxism of the darn things that could be grinding them down and at times actually creates a headache.
Each year time has been adding an additional burden, another calendar year, onto my shoulders. THANK THE LORD! The thing is, the load has me way out there in age. Yet
thankfully, I've not had much practice in handling the curses of old. So, I'm saying that at this time I'm getting some time in on the subject and can only hope that is a temporary situation.
By the time a man is wise enough to watch his step, he's too old to go anywhere! - Billy Crystal
3-14
A little tap here, a little tap there and suddenly a few words might appear. Depending on who is doing the tapping it could be a bunch of meaningful words but with me, as usual it just doesn't happen. Nothing ventured, nothing gained doesn't mean with the guts to venture you will be automatically rewarded with a gain either. I cannot for the life of me figure out what I could even come close to calling a gain by venturing into this kind of crap as often as I do. But dumb hangs around me like old clothes and because, here is another stab at it. All for nothing again.
Come to think of it, if my venture is wasted and so no gain, might I lose a little weight here every morning? Wait! For me, a weight loss would almost certainly be a gain! Oh life is just so complicated for some of us!
It is 35* here this morning but it is snowing big time and the ground is already pretty well covered. Surely it won't amount to much?
"Success lies not so much in not falling, as in rising, every time you fall."~Anon
Come to think of it, if my venture is wasted and so no gain, might I lose a little weight here every morning? Wait! For me, a weight loss would almost certainly be a gain! Oh life is just so complicated for some of us!
It is 35* here this morning but it is snowing big time and the ground is already pretty well covered. Surely it won't amount to much?
"Success lies not so much in not falling, as in rising, every time you fall."~Anon
3/10
PONDER. Ponder is a good and well used word when you live on the banks of the man made Lake of the Ozarks. Like, if while fishing from the dock you find a nail head that needs to be put back down, you ponder the importance because it would require a climb up to the garage for a hammer. The same with a small repair job in the house. Any kind of repair almost always requires one more little tool from the garage that after you've looked the house over for some kind of substitute and failed, requires some pondering.
At most all the lake homes, no matter where you're standing 'it's all uphill from here' is appropriate. It doesn't make any difference but when we go out to greet a visitor they always look down on us from seventeen steps above. Yep, living here sure has it's ups and downs.
As many hills as there are one would think that a long walk would be half easy as in walking down the other side of the hill you just climbed. Believe me, some of the hills are so steep that climbing up one is way easier than walking down the other side. They are not so steep that one needs to worry about bumping his head on the road behind him but we do have a few steepies. WHAT A GREAT PLACE TO LIVE!
"Home is the place where we are treated the best, but grumble the most." - Source Unknown
At most all the lake homes, no matter where you're standing 'it's all uphill from here' is appropriate. It doesn't make any difference but when we go out to greet a visitor they always look down on us from seventeen steps above. Yep, living here sure has it's ups and downs.
As many hills as there are one would think that a long walk would be half easy as in walking down the other side of the hill you just climbed. Believe me, some of the hills are so steep that climbing up one is way easier than walking down the other side. They are not so steep that one needs to worry about bumping his head on the road behind him but we do have a few steepies. WHAT A GREAT PLACE TO LIVE!
"Home is the place where we are treated the best, but grumble the most." - Source Unknown
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