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Senility and Force 4

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CaptureMonday dawns gray and overcast, and it is a bit brisk outside with a “Moderate Breeze” from the northwest that chills to the bone.  But central heat, toe warmer and hot coffee pushes all that outside my window where it belongs.

Still have the writing don’wannas, but the news was thin this morning, and I can only irritate the bird for so long before I tire of the game. I tire before the bird does, though, and she taunts me with yeeps and scolds for more abuse. Yeah. My bird is one of those perverts who thrive on abuse.

The year is quickly passing and we note the birthdays of far off friends passing. I do enjoy the internet as it keeps me up to speed with the chronicling of individual days. But this miracle of ‘knowledge greatly increasing’ brings on its own woes.  We are choosing up sides, it seems, and all will choose a side whether they like it or not. If you don’t choose, it will choose for you.

But that is all I am going to write on that topic.  Watch and pray.

Back into the morning, the growling at thumping of happy dogs wrasslin’ in the front room intrudes into my musing. Snookums must be putting her socks on a soon they all squeeze thought the back door at the same time to get some ball chasin’ in.

I finally retired my $49 Office Max Executive chair that I bought almost 30 years ago. Things just don’t last these days. My new chair is a $59 Amazon dot com special with nice soft foam and micro sued to pamper my ample bottom.  I’ll miss the old chair, though. We’ve been through a lot, and the new chair has some breaking in to do. For certain, it won’t need to last 30 years ….

So the rotation of days goes by, then the years, then the ages.

Good morning!

Sunday don’t wanna’s …

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Image result for don't wannaSo it’s Sunday.

Don’t wanna talk about my many ailments.

Don’t wanna talk about the bird.

Don’t wanna talk about the weather.

Don’t wanna talk about politicians.

Don’t wanna talk about breakfast.

But I sure ’nuff do like talkin’ …

As if I were God

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Related imageYou will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.

As if I am God who decides what is evil and what is good.  That is often a very subtle part of my makeup.  A friend of mine was chiding about my piety in reaction to me belittling my accomplishments in life.  I often did what I damned well pleased in my time.  I have very little self-discipline.  But I was blessed/cursed with the bane of knowing moral perfection.

I did as I damned well pleased, but I knew to a fraction of a millimeter how far I veered off the straight and narrow. I could not justify what I did as good.  A tramp who knew stealing was wrong but since he was hungry, he took what wasn’t his … my need rose above my moral perfections.

Still does, but my need has diminished with age.

So a tacit moral platitude sprang from that. It is OK to be a thief IF you feel bad about it afterwards and admit it to someone.

It is OK to be a sot IF you feel bad about it afterwards and admit it to someone.

It is OK to be a liar IF you feel bad about it afterwards and admit it to someone.

And so it went.

Perhaps that is the value of old age.  It is safer to go back over your life when the penalty for wrongdoing is removed.  It takes on an air of modesty and becomes somewhat virtuous, and very neatly hides venality …

Good morning!

Monday … Pickles and Spam

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Still can’t figure out how I bruised my neck muscles while I slept last Friday, but I am still in pain this morning.  It does seem to be easing a bit, but I still walk around without Image result for pickleturning my head. But I have come to expect things like this. I think the calf cramps are the worst effect of aging, though I have found a large measure of relief in the consumption of pickles.

Yeah. Pickles. My doctor specializes in sports medicine, and when I told him that the cramping vanished when I gave in to a craving for pickle juice, he said that some athletes Image result for Spamhad discovered that too. They don’t know what it is because the relief in instantaneous, so the experts think it isn’t because of some missing ingredient in diet. But it works, so who am I to argue. I am starting to listen to my body. But as I mentioned in an earlier post, I also began craving Spam. Don’t think I am going to yield to that one, though.

So the week unfolds.

Thanksgiving is upon us, which opens up another dietary trial of aging. We can only consume so much turkey, dressing, spuds, gravy, jellied cranberries and pie.  I was a notable trencherman in my day, and people wondered how at 130 lbs how I could put away so much food and still be skinny. But one day that ended, and in very short order I put on 60 lbs that I have never been able to shed. Today, I own that 60 lbs like a boss. It is MINE!

So with that, I groan and sit back in the chair, sip coffee, read the news, and try to keep you informed.

Good morning!

Inquisitions, Cookies and Coffee

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102214_1546_TimeandSpac1.jpgMorning arrived right on time and woke Mr. Bladder, who in turn woke me to greet the new day.  That is not my preferred method of greeting the day, but no one consulted with me. Pity. I think I could do mornings in a more civilized way.

40’s and gray this morning as Snook and her retinue of canines happily go out for their morning game of tennis ball.  It is a good time to filch a couple of cookies along with a fresh cup, and skulk back to the studio without an audience.

Related imageOn the news today: The Democratic Party Inquisition, where both factions are claiming victory.  I can’t form an opinion based upon the soundbites, and I refuse to listen to the whole proceeding. This horror too shall pass. I hope.

But as a man of faith I note that happiness does not flow from government.  While I much prefer to live with liberty, joy can be found in the most miserable of circumstances if one has faith, and joy can flee in the gentlest of circumstances if one doesn’t have faith.  At the peak of my prosperity, I wanted to die.  Here in the autumn of days, I find joy and peace.

I really didn’t do much with my life, I muse.  My failures greatly outnumbered my successes, and I disappointed many.  But the divine imperative ever pushes me on to my destiny to join the rest of humanity in sleep, then truth.  Will I know? Possibly.

So I sip my coffee, munch on a sugar cookie, and ponder.

Good morning!

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Shabbat morning, and a golden dawn.  The freeze has cleared the skies of humidity, and an impossibly blue sky peeks through the leaves of the pecan tree outside my window. Tints of yellow and brown are starting to show on the leaves indicating that they will soon drop. Snooks feral cats are peeking in the window, looking for the breakfast lady. 

I have two english muffins left, and some cut up green onions.  Maybe I’ll scramble some eggs and put them over toasted muffins.  Mmmm.  There is shredded cheddar and swiss cheese slices … and turkey sausage patties.  Breakfast sangwichers …

Yeppers … shabbat brunch …

Good mornin’!

Woden, and Other Lesser Gods.

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Well the day set aside for another lesser god, good old Woden, rolls around cold and rainy.  Why it went from Wodensday to Wednesday is probably another thrilling bunny trail to chase down, but I plan on skipping that excursion this morning. 

I had a miserable night of it and was a little glad when daylight rolled around and I could get up from the misery.  I am not really all that enamored with old age, but what am I going to do about it?  It’s here.  Deal with it.

Snook had already started the coffee going, and so I padded down to the studio to open the blinds and wake the PC to check the overnights while waiting for it to brew.  Game playing in DC.  Misbehavin’ jocks everywhere and wholesale killin’ in the cities.  Parents killin’ children in the boondocks.  But buried in the mornings march of human debris were births, birthday celebrations and other chronicles of life’s small victories, and so it wasn’t all in vain.

Snook had just ordered new checks, and apparently the checks had a mistake in the bank coding, so I am dealing with an unhappy internet provider who primly informs me that they are holding a returned check.  The bank was supposed to clear those checks and issue a new pad of blank checks, but the youngster on the other end is unsympathetic and informs me that they are going to have to charge me an extra $25 for the bum check, but maybe the bank can refund the $25 bucks since it was their mistake.  I resist my first impulse to upbraid this snotty little Millennial, but what the hey.  Chump change.  And I am the chump.

So as I sip coffee and munch on sugar cookies this morning with eight hungry canine eyes watching every chomp, I muse.

The latter rains are welcome here, though they also bring the cold with them.  Like the land, I learn to quietly endure the drought until the rains come.  And so the day unfolds.

Good morning!


Scolding, Texas style

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I don’t know why this picture came to mind tonight. It took awhile to find it again. To most Texans, it might be humorous, but not all that out of the ordinary.


Roaring Rota

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101914_1729_Somedays1.jpgI awoke with the heat running this morning, a sure sign down here that winter/fall is nigh. I like a cold bedroom, so I need a little help from the furnace when we arise in the ‘tween seasons. Electric heating is more expensive than cooling, and every year I threaten to put in a gas furnace, but I never do. I just flatline at the first electric bill in winter.

The trip to the dentist wasn’t all that bad, though my mouth is still sore from all the abuse.  Two cavities that need filling, and a deep seated something or the other needs to be scraped out next week, so the ordeal isn’t over yet.

Other than that, all is normal. Three feral cats let Snook know they wuz hongry this morning, and encouraged her to speed up her routine just a little. Mutt decided that my clothes needed airing out and took a shirt outside before I awoke, then had the cheek to look at me in the eye this morning as he started to drag my pants out the door to add to his collection. We put an end to that joy, however …

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Neighbor decided that he wanted to ride his motorcycle in the crisp autumn air early this morning. I don’t mind the occasional Harley going *potato! *potato! *potato! as the motor warms up, but why in the hell do they have to make it go *VAROOOM! *VAROOOM! *VAROOM! every 15 seconds? A fast idle is better to warm cold air-cooled engines up, and is far less annoying to the snoozing neighbor. Oh well. When I was ill and the mower broke, he was over here mowing my yard, and refused to take money for it. Just grump a little and get up.

Missed the Democrat debates last night. Deliberately. But they apparently did a decent job of trashing each other, so it was all to the good. My money is still on a dark horse arising just before the convention. The party just can’t let this team of crippled ego’s run in 2020.

End of political commentary. Sorry.

The view out my window is stunning as I sip on that first cup. The leaves are green, and a slight haze of green peeks through the drought killed field grasses that sprang up after yesterday’s sprinkles. This is a hardy land, and it springs back to life with the latter rains.  Yeah.  A metaphor.

Image result for OreoSo the morning goes. Time to fill the cup again and try to sneak back to the studio with a couple of filched Oreos’, undetected. But it never works. Powerful are the ears and noses of my little pack, and I’ll probably have a room full of mutts watching me munch on the cookies and write. I don’t give them any of the cookies, though. I keep a jar of tiny Milk-Bone snacks computer side, and they each get one tiny bite after I am done. It is reward enough, apparently. I would feel it was hardly worth the effort, but then, I don’t think like a dog. Never miss an opportunity to eat something offered, no matter how little, is their raison d’être.

So goes this Wednesday morning.  May yours be a good one too!


Glowering don’t wanna’s

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Tuesday. Dentist day. And I have a bad case of the don’t wannas.

Cloudy and gray, 50/50 chance of rain, high 80’s.

Not much I care to follow up on the news. If I see Ukraine in the headline, I move on. I don’t care. No one is going to wear orange anyway. Politicians don’t wear orange. That is just for their subjects.

Day two of Sukkot. I didn’t build a booth this year. In fact, I have probably built my last Sukkah ever. If’n it don’t have a proper roof or running water, uh uh.

Don’t wanna write either. But here I am, armed with coffee, a noisy bird, emails read, news read, and nothing left to do until it’s time to prepare for the dentist.


So my morning unfolds with duties ahead filling the empty places in my mind with mild urgency. But I firmly resolve to not make any unnecessary efforts until that second cup is consumed along with a chocolate chip cookie. THEN I will turn my thinking to the worlds intrusions into the cottony softness of my mind. Not before.

Snooks is about her chores of feeding the livestock, starting with the feral cats, then the mutts, and finally the bird before taking time for herself. Not me. I pamper me first, THEN I might deign to tend to your needs. But don’t count on it.

Thus the day begins with glowering rain clouds, chirping budgies, roughhousing dogs and hissing air filters.

Good morning!