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Saturday, March 3, 2018

The Robin, and A Rambling

It's beginning to look like spring time. Yip-pee-i-a pards! About 10 days ago I looked out the kitchen window about 9 AM and there was my first Robin of the season. He were a fat fella so finding food during the long winter kept him or her beautifully plump. The high temperature that day was 70 degrees, just like the Robin I was outside in the warm sunshine burning the winter's doldrums away. Um, um, um better than a orgasm.

(I'm gonna leave that in. From this day forward I'mma, gonna, leave in whatever, plops into me head.) (((like plop plop fizz fizz oh what a relief it is. No, no, no,no! me wittle mind goes around searching for a spot to land on, like Wheel of Fortune. Is that show still on?)))

"SORRY I MUST APOLOGIZE FOR THE POOR OLD MAN TYPING. HE MEANS WELL, BUT, HE AIN'T WELL. NOW BACK TO POOR OLD POP.

February typically is a bad month for me. I;m ready for sunshine and southern winds to blow away the coat of winter. Sunshine on me body makes me happy. A little car ride with my two dogs, Taco and Rambo, a Chihuahua and Yorkie. (Which one do you think is the Chihuahua?)

It's now March perhaps the gloom and doom will exorcise itself with the sunshine and longer days. Damn I hope so!

Having a rough time finishing any post I start. I have a dozen or so started, I write a sentence or two and then nothing. I do suppose since I have been retired for over three years, my brain thinks it can also. Keeping your mind active is very important as you age, per the old folks magazines I read.

I don't know why growing old is so bad? Wonder medications for any ailment in this modern age, right? Well... why the fuck can;t I get some. Back and shoulders hurt all the time, from a lifetime of physical work and youthful stupidity! You know what I'm saying!

Is that phrase still used? My younger brother used to say that all the time.I just hated it! I found myself using it, man did I have a rough time breaking free of it.

That's interesting different generations have their own words popular phrases, especially since the texting outbreak of the more modern era.

My mind just went down, I hate when that happens! my dog is in the chair sleeping beside me he's little help. Can't tap into his brain, I wish I could. That would really be something. Animal Planet said, "dogs have the mental capacity of a two year old." I can tell you from experience of many different dogs a few were smarter and some a lot dumber.

I'm going to plug away searching for wisdom, which will never come or my Yorkshire Terrier would take over.

My smartest dog was an Australian Cattle Dog. My wife named her Aussie Blue, I named her Punky. I suppose I could of called her Blue but Punk seemed to fit her personality.

Every dog has their own personality. My Yorkie took some time training me. Ha-ha! He weighs in at 5 lbs, soaking wet, with a full belly and bladder. I made the mistake of taking him for a ride one time and he was hooked. Now that I think about it, I gave him a bite of my cheeseburger, a ride and a  cheeseburger. He was too little to see out, so I made a box to bring him up. Man did I create a monster! He never leaves my side willingly! My wife calls him my tumor. He's actually her dog, but I think he sensed that I needed more help than her, plus she does not take him for a ride. He's a healthy little dog and a good burglar alarm.

Thursday, February 22, 2018

A Crying Shame!

My heart bleeds again. I'm devastated by the horrendous news in Florida. Senseless killings of  children. How do you stop such madness? Can it be stopped? My first instinct is no. Craziness, hatred, been around forever.

Get rid of the guns, that'll stop it. I wish it's that simple.

Put trained professionals in all schools. Train teachers in the use of firearms, allowing them to carry. Metal detectors at all entrances. For that matter, that goes for churches, anywhere more than a few people gather, require armed protectors.

What is wrong with individuals that would even think about mass murder. I cannot grasp such insanity.

Cable news will run this story and have guest explaining why. Won't solve a thing.

Politicians have the solution just listen they'll tell you so. Look at what they have accomplished by stopping the drug epidemic. Illegal aliens stopped, right? What have the mighty politicians leading our nation accomplished. Talk is cheap and all the hot air blowing should keep Washington weather permanently hot!

So are these shooters mentally unstable? Well yeah!!! Do we take all mentally unstable people and place them in mental institutions? Why not, if their on medications why not, let the medicine manufacturers pay.

Tax the gun manufacturers, make them pay for the damages their guns cause.

Games that kids play shooting the bad guys, showing blood, then do it over and over. It's not real, over and over, again and again.

I grew up after WWII, war movies play everywhere. Westerns, killing the bad guys, the Indians, hanging cattle rustlers.

All the men in my family had shotguns for hunting, a fun hobby apparently. I never understood it but gained a healthy respect and understanding for a firearm,

When did these school shootings start, I've forgotten. There was no such thing in my generation, so what are the causes?

Everybody probably has an opinion and all are probably right. There are countless causes. I suspect there lies children that simply fall through the cracks.

There was once mental institutions in my state. I remember reading years ago where it was too costly to maintain them the way they have been since their beginnings. So many smaller private mental health homes/halfway house facilities became the norm. With modern medicines, a new era dawns curing enough to be a productive member of society. Seems their saying, per my interpretation is "give them the new meds, let them do the job and get them a job and earn their keep."

I do remember when Prozac was all the rage in the Psychiatry profession. Zoloft and Paxil are also the same medicine, if I understand correctly. Different Pharmas had to have their versions I suppose. Anyway I believe the Drug Manufacturers went crazy trying to come up the next big miracle drug to boost the bottom line. Perhaps this ushered in a new wave of  making billions and curing all problems with a pill.

Can mighty pills cure all? Well many leaks seem to spring from the avalanche of modern cures. Anti-depressants are not for everybody, side effects for some are life threatening as in suicide. So much controversy follow these types of medications.

I don't have the answer, no one does. I suppose I'm just venting my frustrations like most of us.

Countless reasons for the mess we find ourselves in in this tortured world.

Drugs both legal and illegal tear families apart.

Our leaders cannot solve anything. Bickering at the Washington level is so saddening, so childlike.

 The two parties fight and we the American people pay the price, in money and lives.

I WASN'T GOING TO POST THIS, BUT CHANGED MY MIND, AS RED SKELETON USED TO SAY AT THE END OF ALL HIS SHOWS, "GOODNIGHT AND MAY GOD BLESS." Glen

Monday, February 12, 2018

ONE DAY AT A TIME

Well . . . hello . . . there, it's been awhile it seems. I'm alive, alive, he lives. Some days better than others. Old Frankenstien movie, dialogue popped into my mind. "Don't mind do you?" I'm quite happy to get my mind working. It's been dormant for a spell now, I wish to resurrect it and blow them there darn cobwebs out. Get along spiders take your webs and visit someone else. This winter has been hard on me, damn! I want warm weather, sunshine, caress my body, umm-huh, give me, give me!

Now that I have that out-ta me system, perhaps I'll write a little somethun, somethun, in my own way, misspellings and everythang. Don't mind do ya? What shall I talk bout? I shoulda thought of that before I started hey? Nah, no fun in that!

"So Glen, hows the world been treating you?"

Well I'm certainly glad you asked that question since I have been out of commission fer quite a spell. Years go by faster than, than, you know.

"What is your typical day like Glen?"

Another fine question. Let me think, you know that's the hardest thing I do all day. It don't come easy like it use to. Let me elaborate on that. When I was a man of the world, doing worldly ways, you know a-workin fer the man. Taking care of the necessities of daily living. I always had something on my mind, always thinkin', mind going fast depending on the amount of sugar and caffeine. Now I'm talkin' sodie pop, not these lightning bolts in a can that the young-ins drink today. Well it's not just the younger generation a lot are addicted to the more caffeine the better.

I get up when I wanna, sleep when I wanna, eat when I wanna, do what I wanna when I wanna. Sounds thrilling but its not. Boring! Limited by physical limitations, it's not what you think! Don't go anywhere unless I have to, no longer like to drive, don't care to be around people, seems being out and about is a pain the the ass.

I have type 2 diabetes, I take glimipride and metformin for this plus try and watch what I eat. (I watch it go from my plate, my fork into my mouth.) My Doctor kept upping my meds, well now, I happened to notice something in my bowel movement.

"Okay, okay, okay, where is this shit heading?"

That be the most important part. Somethun coming out that ainna, suppose to come out. I have been taking metformin for a few years. Seems my sugar levels have risen since  I stopped working. Two white pills shining through the brown turds.

"Say what?"

I thought that's not possible, just a coincidence. So now I must view my bowel movement every time. I am addicted to looking in the crapper at my crap to see if white pills are shining through. Yep seems There not dissolving, mighty interesting. I cut the pills in half, now I have four undissolved pills. What a conundrum, I must say. So I explain this to my Doctor, he said "talk to your Pharmacist."

I thought about this here predicament I be in. I crush my two pills up, low and behold my sugar level comes down drastically. I talk to my pharmacist, first thing he asked, "are you on time release metformin?" I did not know. Seems I was and the pills I have been taking for several years was doing me about as much good as sugar pills.

I never would of thought such a thing as not dissolving after going through the stomach and intestines. I cannot be the only one having this type of problem. Makes one wonder about all the other medicines. Don't it?

Oh well, I just take one day at a time. Don't do much good to do anything else. You know when something as simple as a daily bowel movement enlightens you to question and learn somethun, maybe there's hope!    NAH!!!

Thursday, May 25, 2017

Winter wheat and springtime beauty.

It was such a nice day I pull into a farmer's field under a big oak tree and had a picnic, me and my two companions Taco and Rambo you remember Taco is a brown and black chihuahua, Rambo is my yorkie. Rambo has the heart of a lion and the body of a mouse. Taco is more of a lover than a fighter. I have a box on the passenger seat so they can see out. Rambo gets the window seat , Taco is happy watching the world go by.

It's a beautiful day, warm with a nice southern breeze. I look out over the wheat field, the wind is blowing the still green wheat that has reached its full growth soon to turn brown for the June picking. The wind sends ripples through the field, I was parked on a small rise so the sight was quite amazing. This feeling of  complete contentment certainly made my day, by far the highlight. After watching the wheat field for quite a while. I decided to read a few chapters my book. Rambo and Taco are settled into their naps chasing butterflies. Time passes quickly, doesn't matter I'm retired and can spend my days doing anything I wish. For a couple hours there was no aches, pains, time didn't matter, only the feeling of the moment, peacefully reminding me there are still moments that do matter still. I was thinking "a ice cream cone would go good about know." I get one at Burger King for fifty cents, do you believe that, nothing better than a good deal, reminding me of yesteryear. Me, Taco, and Rambo have ice cream, whoo-wee! We take a little ride, with the windows down, smells of freshly mowed grass and flowers. Damn! is this heaven? Reality sets in as I pull in my driveway, grass needs mowing. "I think I'll trade Rambo and Taco in for a couple goats, let them chomp my grass."I take them into the safety of my house, Rambo's so small a Hawk might mistake him for a rat and have lunch.

I'm not in the mood to mow my grass, that's how I get my exercise, push mowing. I thought about buying a new mower the kind that's self propelled, then decided, I mow so slow it might be too fast for an old man like me, besides the extra exercise is good for me. I sit outside enjoying the day watching Taco and Rambo playing. The mowing gets pushed back as I read some more. Finally a couple hours before dark with the sun is on its downward slide I get to pushing. No need to hurry, I'm retired, all my life rush, rush, rush. Now its take my time, there's always another day, read another chapter, pet the dog, sip ice tea. When I was in the workforce we would get a fifteen minute break every two hours, NOW, I work fifteen minutes and take a two hour break. The Life of Riley you know. Before you know it, it's almost dark, time to go in and watch Grey's Anatomy. No news shows for me! I'm over that shite! Hog wash, pork barreling, dung slinging, all bull, bull, bull! and more bull, instead of Washington D. C. I call it "The Stockyards."

A shower, a sandwich, two dogs on my lap relaxed as one can get. I wish every day could be like today, and "make it so" just like John Luke Piccard would say.

Monday, May 15, 2017

Grey's Anatomy and Me!

It's late at night I wish to see where my brain is. Nighttime medicines are dissolving in my belly, intestines, or . . . whatever the procedure is.

I have become addicted to the show Grey's Anatomy, I watched many of the episodes with my wife when they were originally aired. I was not excited about it but since she was I made an attempt.

Years of factories and a fast paced life, makes it hard to really slow down and smell the roses, no, no, that's not how I want to phrase it. Damn it the words escape me.

The medical problem I was dealt on September, 17, 2014 was a real awakening. It slowed me way down physically and eventually mentally. Unfortunately the physical slow down was immediate, the mental state took quite a spell. I use to read the paper, watch television, and talk to my wife at the same time. Trying to do all this simultaneously something has to give. I did not use close captioning then. Anyway you see my point, I truly wasn't paying attention to the television. I was aware she loved the show, it did not seem to be my cup of tea. It did not take much brain power to enjoy the shows I use to watch, add my lack of hearing, well now I was not receiving all that I need to receive to fire all me synapses and emotions in order to understand.

My two favorite shows at this time in my life are House and Grey's Anatomy which are popular in reruns. Grey's Anatomy has 4 shows every afternoon on the Lifetime network. House is on the Universal network. I have been able to watch Grey's Anatomy starting from the very beginning, a must do to truly appreciate the characters and what's going on. I still have a working V. C. R. unit with a D. V. D. player purchased in 2012. I simply record and watch at my leisure. Your probably saying to yourself "you old fart why don't you just use the play features on your cable system like the rest of the world?" I could, but why pay $2.99 per episode when I can do it for FREE!

I use the headphones and close captioning when I watch the show now. My mind is totally focusing on the show, man oh man! it sure is amazing what you are aware of if you're using all your faculties. Although my faculties are old and deteriorated I can get the most out of them. Example is when using the headphones I can get all the secondary sounds and music which add much to the overall enjoyment. It is also nice to speed through the commercials.

Wow-za my mind has gone fuzzy from me meds, whatever happens here on out, might be fun. Very few shows do I watch on the BooB tube. I use to watch the news, but I no longer get any enjoyment, depends on what network you watch. Its all about ratings and damn . . . news ainna news no more it's pure shite! I gain more knowledge watching Sponge Bob! I'm not going down the road of politics where it always ends in the swamp.

My mind is almost gone. I don't use alcohol haven't in 20 years. I'll admit to liking the feeling it gives you and see why people are addicted. Right now it feels as though I've had a few. I reckon that's 'bout all for today as my monitor is getting hard to see. I'm currently reading a book called The Symbol, one of them Dan Brown books. It's an easy read and I go get lunch and read some each day. My eyes like the sunlight, age thing you know! My last book was about the pilot who was able to land the plane in a New York river, Captain Sully Sullenberger, another easy read but quite compelling. I don't read much anymore, I need new glasses but find if I read with the aid of sunlight everything is clear.   Oh well that's enough, "Happy trails to you, until we meet again" Roy Rogers use to say that at the end of his television show, Red Skeleton said "may God bless."  Glen says "goodnight my friends."

Thursday, April 27, 2017

I don't look in the mirror anymore.

That's not me, can't be ... what has living done to me? The shell I don't recognize, the soul's still the same. Why? My heart, my mind, forever young. That hurts, it really does! I find myself staying in bed longer each day, no reason to rise. Snug under my covers not moving a muscle, no aches, no pains, sweet dreams, better than reality. I live a fuller when my imagination runs amuck. Sometimes I wish not to not wake. I live for my dreams that are beyond words. The emotions so full take me away, there I truly live and feel. One cannot understand, unless you've been there.

Life takes its toil on everyone, no one can escape the slowly tightening grip through age. I feel so limited, by what my body is able to do. I'm not alone, I find little comfort in knowing age creates the same curse to all.

Just a thought, not enough to be considered a post. Oh well it's my beddy-bye-time, sweet dreams........

Thursday, April 20, 2017

I SHOULD A KNOWN BETTER (conclusion)

Where was I? It's been six months since the first part of this post, six months a mere sniffle in time, seems to me anymore.  Never one for regular dental visits, pain however overrides fear, in my book anyway. I open the Dentist's door, deep breathes, fear placed on the back burner. Almost instantaneously I find my body hovering above the dental chair. (A wee joke, you see, hovering instead of sitting.) X-rays confirm the damage. Infection, bridge broken, filling pulled out. Why should my teeth be good when the rest of my body is a scrapyard. I leave with a prescription of antibiotics, scheduled to come back in a month after the infection clears up. WHATT!  No pain pills! Other people get pain pills, why not me? Thi old man is in pain, what do you have to do to get pain pills. I suppose old people must suffer while others get their addiction quota!

One of the many, many things I have been learned the hard way in my many, many years. (I kind of like that last sentence.) Why pray tell do you have wisdom at the end of your life, than earlier when you most need it? Any way, "As your teeth goes so does your health." So it seems, so it goes, so I have read.

Before I could leave, actually while I was still in the dental chair a plan of attack for repairing my teeth, wrong . . . I want them suckers pulled!

While getting x-rays the insurance person was keeping busy with my plan and payment for the rest.  What pray tell does ones do without insurance? Suffer I'd reckon! My wife uses our part of our yearly allowance on our dental plan, tain't much, but better than nothing!

Next visit to the house of discomfort. I was sweating before I walk through the door, gonna pull 10 teeth today. Wowza, that seems like a lot o teeth, yes it does! My mind were made up and I be ready! Lord have mercy! Pulling, cracking, sounds like some kind of grinding. I was afraid I was going to pee my pants! He was doing some stitching, what the hell did he do? I must have some gushing of the red stuff! Yikes just when I think I'm at the end of my rope, the magic words are said "DONE" I mutter or at least I attempt to mutter "bathroom." I'm normally light headed, but with my head tilted back for what seemed like eternity, I was woos-ier than normal, yep! I have to climb some steps being as how their rooms of terror are in the basement, thinking "that ought to be fun!" After what was several minutes of emptying my bladder, pressure equalizes. I see the damage, meaning the money it was going to cost me after the insurance pays. I bob and weave to my SUV. I have in my hand a prescription for hydrocodone, yee haw! Hi-ho-hi-ho off to the drug store I go! I did not want to wait so I told them "my wife will pick them up in a few hours." I was feeling no pain AT THE MOMENT. By the time I got my pain pills it felt like 10 tiny people were a jackhammering on each tooth!  What a day! Pain eases but the bleeding won't stop. I go to bed and wake up choking, blood all over me and my blanker, lordy, lordy! I go to the Dentist office first thing. Doctor Dentist says "put tea bags on it." I'm thinking "he must have a screw loose!" I thought maybe more stitches, but tea bags, bloody tea bags! So I get my tea bags and they done the trick.

Next visit he checks my gums, The next visit 6 front teeth are pulled and my upper dentures are placed in, no problem with bleeding.

Yep! I should a known better and took better care of my teeth. You know there are a lotta things in life that we should a known better. Oh well! I'LL JUST CREEP ALONG WITH MY CANE UNTIL "THE BIG ONE HITS" AS RED FOX USED TO SAY"