Xmas Story, Ho! Ho! Ha! Ha! I don't think so!

Merry Christmas if you view this on Christmas day! If not Hello it's the real world once again! Up and at em, hi-ho, hi-ho, it's off to work I go! Instead of HO-HO-HO!

If I remember my fairy tale correctly? Them Dwarfs, as in, Snow White and The Seven Dwarfs, or was it Sin Dad and the Seven Seas? As you age, even if you age good, or should it be gracefully? Your recollection of events may have gathered fog, as the days, years, dreams, books, imagination, KINDA seeps together, sadly so!

Them dejavu moments seem to happen more frequently. Like have I been in this hospital before? Then a lightning bolt of remembrance hits you and yep! Ya, been here before! Seems like yearly visits, of taking  vacationsl! Fer a split second all them hospital vacations run through the mind, dejavu of needle pricks while blood was taken, every blood pressure check. EVERY NOOK AND CRANNY OF YER BODY, purged, poked!

(Damn! I do lik-a, ramble... butt... I have to make myself clear, and it be their job at the hospital to make my body clear, then they clear a lot o money, and my insurance goes up! I hope I've made myself perfectly clear!!!)   ((It be a never ending battle of the sick, the dying, the dead and the brainless! DON'T know why I put these beautiful words here, but I did... OKAY!!))

I think I'mma, gonna, totally, turn er loose, on this Christmas day of 2012! By that I mean type the words exactly as they're heard coming out of my brain, no holds barred, sometimes I re-think what my brain thinks, befoe I type it. Also I'll leave the misspelled words in, such as befoe, in the sentence befoe this un! I wish to see iffa I can burn that spell checky person up, evidently one has a full time job in my modem, software, wherever, that little spell checky, fecker be!

Back to Snow White and her seven little people. DAMN, she must be a handful, if it takes seven little ones to cook, clean and take care of her! Oh wait, did she have seven kids? Maybe I recollect wrongly!! Won't be the first, nor, the last time, I assure you! Damn, she weren't married were she?

Oh my? If them weren't her children, then was she shacking up with seven little men, dwarfs, midgets?

Where does Sin Dad figure into this. If he sailed the seven seas, he weren't home very much! Oh now, I remember! He brung Snow White the seven dwarfs to make her happy! Yeah, yeah I'm on the right track because one of them dwarfs was named Happy! See, there was Grumpy, Big Little. I wonder what was big on him to make that give him that name? What are the other names, Goofy sounds right! Doc also sounds right.

STOP! STOP! STOP! THIS IS WHAT HAPPENS TO ME TOO MUCH ANYMORE! I GET SLEEPY, I CANNOT CONTINUE, I GET GRUMPY. WHEN I BEGAN THIS POST I FELT A MITE HAPPY. I HAVE BEEN A MITE SNEEZY, RECENTLY, MUST BE CATCHING A COLD, SO I VISIT MY DOC, HE GAVE ME PILLS THAT MAKE ME FEEL DOPEY. I'M MAKING MYSELF SOMEWHAT BASHFUL, AT THE WORDS I'VE WRITTEN PERTAINING TO SNOW WHITE, I'M NOT INSINUATING ANYTHING MIND-YA. IN THIS DAY IF ANY WOMAN WAS LIVING WITH SEVEN DWARFS, MIDGETS, LITTLE PEOPLE, WHATEVER; THE CURRENT SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE WORD BE, FOR THE SEVEN LITTLE HORNY TOADS!

I must stop at this point I've to sleepy to continue. I shall finish when I have a saner, clearer, more rational mind, er not! I'm not sure that will ever be!

Clips... of Fools!

Dress Jimmy for Kinder Care
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Milk and coco puffs for breakfast
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Hugs and kisses all around
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Backpack, full of imagination
Gummy bears, and lollipops

First time, all alone
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Tears shed
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Who'll tie his shoes?
Gummy bears, and lollipops

So little, to be on his way
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Hold's head high, "I'm a big boy now!"
Gummy bears, and lollipops

First day goes well
Gummy bears, and lollipops

He's grown six inches, you feel!
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Many new friends, a big new world
Gummy bears, and lollipops

First grade, your little man
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Spiderman backpack, ahh! So cute!
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Little man growing too fast!
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Backpack so heavy
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Third grade already!
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Smarts growing, the sponge takes all in
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Loves to read, imagination's exploding
Gummy bears, and lollipops

Little man shuns kisses in public
Gummy bears, and lollipops

You always... will see, first day at Kinder Care
Fourth, fifth, sixth grade, how can it be!

Teenage years, girls!

Little Jimmy's grown

Children of his own

Generation, after generation, always time's a changing!

Is it meant to be, men in blue, Glocks a dangling?

Is this to come to your school?

Camouflage Humvees, driving the school's perimeter!

The law abiding ones, have their clips, safely, locked at home!

It be the fools, that always... have forever... fooled us! We've been fooled, too..... fooling..... long!!! We now must open our eyes and SEE, "THE CLIPS, FULL OF FOOLS, POINTING THE DOWNFALL, OF WHAT WAS ONCE... THE AMERICAN DREAM!!!"  OR... HAS IT ALL... BEEN A FOOLING/FUCKING FACADE?

TO WAKE UP, IS NOT EASY.... ONCE I WAS... ALL GUMMY BEARS AND LOLLIPOPS!!!

I ONCE BELIEVED IN SANTA CLAUS, FAITH AND MIRACLES

WE THE PEOPLE, SIT ON THE LOSING SIDE OF THE SCALES OF JUSTICE!

THERE HAS BEEN, WAY TOO MUCH SMOKE, FOR TOO LONG?

HOPEFULLY, ENLIGHTENMENT IS HERE, TO SAVE THE DAY?

WILL THERE BE ONE MIGHTY MOUSE?

BETTER BE MIGHTY FAST

THE 1% HAVE US ON THE ROPES, GASHED AND BLEEDING

THEY'RE WRINGING, THEIR HANDS IN CELEBRATORY DELIGHT

THIS VERY NIGHT!

GLORIA

GLORIA

Robert Garrett is an over 50 Truck Driver who works while the world sleeps. Preferring the peacefulness of the late evening to early morning where there is less traffic. The world slows down and that suits him fine. Most of his life has been spent in the hurry up and wait world. There, it seems, your heart always beats fast and every beat brings you ever closer to an early closure. High blood pressure thrives amid those feelings that have become normal in today’s manmade hectic schedules. Where it takes 5 minutes to find what you need at the store and 10 minutes in the speedy checkout line.

Bob comes to these hours quite by accident, filling in for a friend who needed a helping hand due to illness. Coincidentally, it was when The Comet Hale Bop was visible. Had he not been working at night he would probably not have taken the time to view the night sky. Bob did and became hooked. Every night he takes the time to gaze at the most magnificent sight. This Comet touches him to the core. He feels renewed. He and the universe are now one.

Bob’s friend recovers but, since Bob’s new passion for life continues he decides to stay on the night shift. Every night is new and exciting. He has learned how to relax and appreciate the little things that used to go unnoticed. Animals are everywhere but you must train yourself to look beyond the tunnel vision. They lie at the edge of the high beams. Coyotes and Foxes are the smartest. Possums are the slowest. Deer scare you the most because some appear to understand and wait while others jump right in your path.

Each season brings unique characteristics. Spring breaks free of the winter doldrums. Summer is warm nights with your windows down smelling the corn. Fall brings the first frost and Holiday feelings. Winter is snow cold and everyone’s favorite, Christmastime and the spirit of the season.

One night close to Christmas Bob made his early morning run as usual. Suddenly the radio springs to life causing poor old Bob to jump in the seat. Oh Holy Night was playing. Usually Bob listens to talk radio; however nothing that night held his interest. He was driving along, deep in thought, enjoying the simplicity of the nightly drive in ways he could not do when working days. Bob was caught up in the moment as it was his favorite version by John Berry. A young girl’s voice says “Just for you Bob Garrett.” He thinks to himself “Holly Night!” He immediately pulls off the two lane highway and walks around his truck trying to regain his composure. He leans on the fender opposite the highway and stares into the heavens at the beautiful moonless night. The stars seem to shine brighter than ever. He feels so small, warmth and peace spreads through his body.

It is 3 A M. Lights begin popping on one at a time out of the darkness; Christmas lights. They are stretched around 3 trees and continue up a hill highlighting a small house and going up to the roof where a beautiful golden star shines. In front of the house a young blonde haired girl with big blue eyes is visible as if a spot light was shining on her. This young girl was perhaps 200 feet away yet Bob could see her mouth move as she says “Merry Christmas Bob, may God bless.” It was the voice off the radio. His knees buckle from underneath him. He tries to regain his balance as he sits down on the running board of his truck. He shakes his head and looks up at the night sky; one star is shining brighter than the others. Bob begins crying as he stares steadily at the one star. He looks back to where the house was, but it had vanished. He stares in disbelief. Totally shaken, he gets back into his truck. He starts and backs the truck up. There is a lane and he maneuvers his truck so that lights shine directly where the house stood only moments ago. There was absolutely nothing but a field of corn stubble where the field had been harvested.

The next morning, Bob wakes up convinced it was a dream. He never has experienced such a vivid dream with so much emotional content. That night at work Randy his dispatcher asks

“Are you feeling okay Bob? You did not speak or acknowledge me in any manner as you left this morning.”

“Yes I’m fine, thanks for asking though” Bob answers.

He begins his regular route and focuses on the job at hand, blocking out what Randy said. Bob tries everything to keep his mind off the dream. Even his favorite late night talk show with a subject he normally would be totally interested in could not keep his mind occupied for long.

Later at home as he sleeps, the dream fills his mind once more. That same day in his own vehicle, he retraces his route of the night he experienced the unusual sighting, unable to convince himself it was only a dream. He finds the lane where he pulled his truck into to get a good look only to see an empty cornfield once again. He spots large tire tracks. A feeling of relief followed by confusion runs almost simultaneously through his body as cold chills sweep through his body.

Saturday night he tries to rest but only sleeps for brief periods of time. His dreams are filled with bits and pieces of the little blonde haired girl. He remembers there is a church close to where the house should have been that night he saw the lights. It is a large red brick church with a graveyard as all the older churches seem to have. He drives to the church, why he wasn’t sure, it was simply something he had to do.

There are no cars in the parking lot. Bob gets out of his car and is drawn to the small graveyard. He slowly walks around and stops at a small tombstone with a star and an angel on it. Between an Angel and a Star it simply read “Gloria”. Bob was deep in thought and full of emotions attempting to make sense of his situation. He hears a voice say “Can I help you?” Bob was took a back believing he was all alone and glad that the voice was coming from behind, rather than well, you understand. After the other night anything seemed possible!

“Hi I’m the Pastor here, can I be of assistance to you?” Handshakes and pleasantries are exchanged.

Bob begins, “Perhaps you can, may I please tell you about a most peculiar incident from the other night.” that continues to baffle me? The Pastor motions “Let’s go inside where we will be more comfortable, there is a bit of chill in the air.” After seeing the small headstone and the Pastor he knows he is about to find out the secret he is looking for.

They take a seat in the front. It is your typical old fashion country church, immaculately kept, probably looks the same as it did when it was built.

“Please proceed” the Pastor says. Bob tells the Pastor the story with all of his emotions, nothing was spared. Both Bob and the Pastor had tears in their eyes as Bob concludes.

The Pastor says “That is a truly amazing story. Now I have much to tell you about your vision. Pastor Michael whom I just replaced retired and told me about a most precious child and that child is the one you speak of. Pastor Michael went in to great length about Gloria. He could not remember her last name and I believe that to be unimportant because everyone years ago knew her by her first name. That is how her father wished her to be remembered on her stone with simply an angel and a star. Her father believed that she was an Angel here on earth and surely is now a star in the heavens. Pastor Michael told me one day I would be questioned about Gloria. Seems he repeated the story countless times during the Holidays to strangers just as you in the same situation. You, Bob, are my first but; it will be a great pleasure to tell the story of Gloria to you.

Gloria was an ailing, little blonde haired, blue eyed girl that lived just down the road many years ago. Born with a bad heart, she lived to be 12 years old. Gloria and her family attended church here and people say she always had a smile. You could see her frail body was in pain but, you would never see it in her face; she was always smiling. She was the star of the Christmas play every year and always brought the people to their feet crying. She played the baby Jesus. Her favorite Christmas carol was Oh Holy Night; Bob felt warm from within. She touched everyone’s heart. Some say she was who she played in the Christmas play.

Gloria’s passion during the holidays was the church play and looking at the beautiful lights her father strung for her. Her father bundled her up in so many blankets she could barely move to keep her warm and they would sit in the car down the driveway so Gloria could enjoy her beautiful lights. He would sit with her until she fell asleep, only then would he carry her and put her to bed. She was unable to do much and he would not rob her of one of her few enjoyments. Gloria never complained and always smiled; that alone was what motivated her father and anyone she met.

Gloria’s last Christmas was out of this world. A frail Gloria carried in by her father. She was determined to play the baby Jesus one last time. Just her presence brought the church to an unprecedented level of excitement. The congregation was on their feet before the play began. Energy of the universe filled the country church. When the play began a golden light circled Gloria; she was glowing. The blonde haired, blue eye Angel was inside everyone’s heart. The spirit took control of the church. A golden light from heaven flowed through her

Gloria stepped out of the manger scene and the congregation witnessed a 12 year old Angel as she would look in heaven. This is what she would look like if her body had not been ravaged. Not one dry eye in the crowd, not one fussy child. Gloria led the church in her favorite Christmas song, Oh Holy Night. Gloria sings and it sounds as though 1,000 Angels were her choir. Everyone sways to the spirit with their arms stretched high above their heads, the power of the universe was being felt by all in this Church on Christmas Eve, a beautiful Angel singing, showing no signs of illness.

Suddenly a bright golden light shot through the roof of the church and hovered above Gloria. It penetrated her body and circled throughout the congregation and back through the roof. Gloria was in Heaven.

The tears were tears of joy, not sadness as they witnessed her going home.

Pastor Michael says a prayer and shakes Bob’s hand.

Every year the story of Gloria is repeated and I suspect it always will!

A SMILE IS CONTAGIOUS

LOVE LAST FOREVER

WE SEARCH FOR ANSWERS

FOLLOW YOUR HEART

A CHRISTMAS STORY

IN MY DREAMS!

I fly, oh so high, I touch the moon, of the midnight sky

Daytime finds me riding currents high, pain cannot get to me, from the world below

The Grand Canyon, more Grandeur, than the river ride of summer, years ago

The Pyramids, such an undertaking, answers, explained

I view the depth's of the world's oceans, see first hand what no man's??

Good and evil exist, battling, forever

Odds, evenly stacked

More, more, so much more

I would die... to die... within my DREAMS!!!

SOMETHING, FROM NOTHING, COMES FROM NO WHERE, RINGING CLEAR, AS THE COOL STARRY NIGHT OF THE PRE-DAWN, DAY BEFORE, THE DAY, BEFORE THE DAY, BEFORE CHRISTMAS.

I'll write myself into a good mood... nah!

Hello from my house to yours. It be a cold 29 degrees here. The wind be whirling away with a vengeance! Snow be stinging away at any unprotected part of your skin. HELLO... winter be here, and it's a letting us know it! Brrrr... I hate winter! Well not all of winter, just this part. Every year I bust my buttocks on ice! Would make for a laugh if you're not the one, going down, but my achy breaky back, can't take much more of this!

My goal was, to not be out and about making deliveries in all kinds of weather. I ain't the Post Office, I can't afford the deficit, only a government can afford that! (Oops how sad, that be us!)

I been in a down mood sorry! I shall try to write myself out of it!

Christmas be the time to go crazy! Spend, spend, spend, charge, charge, charge, why should we be any different than our government! So we the taxpayers pay back 40 cents to every dollar borrowed, that's the way Democracy works right? Them poor bankers, they need the money DON'T THEY? 

That Federal Reserve is right handy! If there ain't enough money! They just fire up the presses! Lordy, it sure is a fine thing! We'll never run out o money, as long as we have trees! Man oh man! I wonder who was the brillant man, who thunk of this? Trillions in debt, TURN UP THE PRESSES! "THE AMERICAN WAY!" 

I can't figure out why there worried about a Financial Cliff? Sheesh... can't the Federal Reserve print, Uncle Sam some more! At only 40 cents to the dollar who cares? ((((OBVIOUSLY NOBODY!!!))))

Hey we voted these fine representatives from only the best colleges in!
What we must figure out now, is what the hell happened to them on the way to Washington!

I know! I know! "ALIENS" Zapped them Ivy League brains! Laugh at me will ya? Makes about as much sense as anything else!

Who be them Lobbyist, I hear so much about? Be they any relation to WE? As in "WE THE PEOPLE!"

I been a thinkin upon this! Yes I have! After much pondering with the help of Billy Bob, Ray Earl and some others that dropped by unexpected, with buck deers tied to their Dodge Rams four wheel drives, and a bed full of Budweiser. (Damn... I do ramble don't I?)

Monday morning after we woke up from our drunken stupor, of thinkin, and drinkin, we found notes on this subject.

I know, hard to imagine one of my cousins could write! The unanimous verdict, verified by X's. There was one signed Henry/Henrietta, Bob/Bernadette, we're not sure whether this cousin is a boy/girl, seems to change, so we just go along with whatever.... that particular, day you know, after all cousins are cousins!

The question is. Are those Lobbyist any relation to us like cousins, removed?

We spent about a day and many cases of beer, trying to get all the BOOBS, sorry Bobs, to understand what a Lobbyist is!

Somebody summed it up best for us in words we could understand, ~!@#$%^&*()_+~!@#$%^&*()-sons-a-bitches!!!! Whoever it was got a beer can clinging ovation!

The most important point made was this. Them Lobbyist appear to be former Politicians. Once... every one.... understood.... this point... it be unanimous! "AIN'T NO FORMER POLITICIAN IN WASHINGTON, GONNA UNDERSTAND WE THE PEOPLE!!!" Oh!Oh!Oh!, And they most certainly ain't no kin to us! Goodnight

Too much... to think upon!

Body creaks... groans... age... HUH! Mind, once in a while is clear! Mostly a patchy fog, proceed at your own risk! Do they have signs warning of fog? If they do, I would see the fog sign plastered against the windshield of my Chevrolet Venture Van, as I'm go over the cliff!!!

Do you ever tire, of trying? Want to say to life. Hey... "I've had enough, if you want me, here I am!" Take my heart, soul, body, I'm done with it! Body's no longer worth the pain, only more... to look forward too! Don't make the tomorrows, hardly seem worth it, any more!

AH! The mind... a lengthy never ending subject. If not for the mind and the ability to keep chugging away, after the boiler, of my train has gone... ka-put! (That be dead!)

I reckon... as long as there is a little... "I think I can left!" I'm too dumb to lay down, and not get up!

Horses have enough horse sense to do that! So I've heard!

Every since I can remember my mind's, a teeter tooter, I'm both ends! What I really want, is to be the middle! Sure seems... right nice, right now!

Can I ask a question of my friends? Does the mind affect and control the aches and pains of the physical body?

OR does the aches and pains control the mind?

OR is it a combination?

Does the heaviness of the heart, and weight of the soul, figure into this equation?

I TIRE OF BEING TIRED! IF NOT FOR A TAD OF HOPE, AND MY NIGHTLY DREAMS, I'D JUST AS SOON FADE AWAY!      Goodnight!

Searching for answers, that never come!

Its so late into Sunday night, actually early AM, before people start going to work. December 17, almost Christmas. I'm not in a Christmas mood, call me Scrooge if ya want. The luster of the season has deteriorated with age. The magic's gone, so what's left. The mad dash of Black Friday is foreign to me! The cash registers a ringing, the credit card/debit machine a beeping. AH! The joy of the holidays, ringing and beeping for the retailers. We must keep them big box stores coming soon, to every nook and cranny of America.

The older I am, the more tired, more frustrated, more impatient, I become... of everything!

Soon the world will be coming to an end! Soon plagues of biblical proportions will come! Soon zombies will eat your flesh! Soon tidal waves, earthquakes, volcanoes, the sun will emit solar flares and fry our electronics and so on and so forth!!!! The bad news never stops does it? All these things I've mentioned sells movies and books. Well la-de-da!

Where is this headed I haven't the foggiest idea! There has always been the good the bad and the ugly, hasn't there?

We must survive, we know nothing else! Survival... the natural force, of all living things. Creation, evolution, I don't care! How does believing in either help you pay your bills.

The big bang, brings everything! God gives us everything! Scholarly ones know everything! I'm so glad! Physicist, Theologians, to my uncle Phyl and uncle Theo. Only difference between my uncles and the Physicist and Theologians all think, but my uncles tell good stories at family gatherings, where the Scholars sell books, fill churches, live off others. My uncles do menial work to earn their keep!

DAMN!!! I WISH I COULD LASSO SOME KNOWLEDGE, OR WHAT I WANT TO SAY! I'LL CONTINUE UNTIL I FALL ASLEEP OR BORE YOU TO DEATH. (One day soon it all will end! At least we'll all be equal then, or not!)

That good, the bad and the ugly thing! We have to have the good or the bad, least Star Wars, Religion, Wars, Politics make little sense. I'm a rambler, a Searcher, a searching for that tad o sense! I don't know it all, I search, I think, therefore I'm me! (That's a terrifying thought!)

For some unknown reason I find the love O words my new hobby, most... satisfying, as I approach the final rung of my ladder. What lies at the end of that ladder, some, they seem to have it all figured out! I applaud you, I really do! YOU FIGURED IT OUT, NOW YOU HAVE PEACE OF MIND!

I continually search for my little piece of mind, to place it back, before I lost it! Please ride with me in "Search Of!" It will be a hoot! No! No! Not like the wisdom of an owl! It be like ring around the rosie, where it stops, NOBODY KNOWS, FER SURE IT AIN'T ME!

We live... we do are best... we are... survivors! Why? Feck... I don't know! To think, to write, to raise children, to work, to cry, to laugh, pleasure, satisfaction, accomplishments, a never ending list!     

I DON'T THINK WE'LL EVER FIND THE ANSWERS, BECAUSE THE ANSWERS ARE NOT THERE!

OR THE ANSWERS ARE SO SIMPLE, WE CANNOT SEE THE ANSWERS THROUGH THE SCHOLARS! (That's kinda cute!)

There's nothing better than individuality! We need not understand, agree, with others feck, I don't agree with NOBODY! I disagree with myself most of the time! I don't like whom I am most of the time, nor what I be a thinkin, I KEEP ON A SEARCHING, SEARCHING BE THE FUN, THE PLEASURE TO THIS HERE THEORETICAL LIFE OF OURS!

DO I HAVE TO SPELL IT OUT FER YA! THINK PUZZLE, USED TO BE, BEFORE ELECTRONIC, GIZMO, APP MANIA HIT. PEOPLE LOVED PUTTING A PUZZLE TOGETHER.

"How many piece puzzle!"

YER MISSING THE POINT, IF THERE IS ONE!

WE'RE THE BIGGEST PUZZLE, THERE'S EVER BEEN!!! Goodnight my friends thanks fer spending some rambling time with yer old pal Glen.

FOREVER... will this be?

WHY.......... my first thought.... my compassion, anger, merge-into-one?

AGAIN... how can this be? Children, in a grade school?  

A war zone, fathomable... Six to eight years olds... unthinkable!

"NO... killing... makes sense!"

SMALL town, U. S.A. mourns, a nation, the world, supports, with billions of tears!

WHAT... shall these families do? The heart shall never... heal... gashed too deep, all the prayers, the love of a caring world, CANNOT STOP, SUCH A TRAGIC, UNJUSTIFIABLE LOSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

OUR souls cry out, for this town, once again, once more, another time... Will it ever stop?

OR shall "forever... will this be?"

THE HIGHEST/ MIGHTIEST, pulpits of the world FAIL, to explain such atrocities!

WORDS, cannot relieve this... kind... of pain... that shall torment, the hearts, souls, forever, of family, friends, love ones. I fail to justify such a dastardly act... explainable, by no one!

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I CRY OUT TODAY, MR. PRESIDENT, I CRIED ALONG WITH YOU, YESTERDAY, I'M CRYING OUT, TO YOU TODAY! MAKE IT... YOUR PRIORITY... THESE NEXT FOUR YEARS, TO MAKE THE FIRST TRUE TASTE OF LEARNING, FOR OUR CHILDREN, THE WAY IT WAS MEANT TO BE! READING, WRITING, ARITHMETIC, SAFETY, LOVE. YEARNING TO WALK INTO SCHOOL, WITH THEIR LITTLE HEADS HELD HIGH!

PLEASE OH PLEASE! NEVER... ANOTHER FRONT PAGE PICTURE WITH HEADLINES OF WHAT, YOU, THE NATION, AND I CRIED TOGETHER OVER!

I CHALLENGE ALL THE DEADLOCKING, IDIOTIC BEHAVIOUR, OF IDOLATRY, FOR THE, SMALLEST PERCENTILE, TO STEP UP TO THE PLATE, TO IDOLIZE, THE ONLY ONES THAT WE SHOULD BE! THE CHILDREN OF ALL!!!!

Yu-go... You-no!

Hello friends. How's it going today? Is your engine hitting on all cylinders or do you feel and look like a Yugo? (Ah, ha, ha, ha, I couldn't help myself!) Oh shit... it's not funny, if you don't know about that car! If I have to explain it, then there is no joke here! If you like my blog just smile for ol' Glen. THANK YOU! IF YOU DIDN'T SMILE, READ MY LIPS!!!

My oh my! "I seem to be in one of my many moods, oopsey... I best define that a tad." SILLY-ASS mood, guess what? I think I like it!

I ran across me a new word while ago, as in 10 minutes ago, whilst I was reading about the L. A. Lakers. FECKLESS! Somethun about that word that chimes my xylophone! F?CKLESS, pardon-waa! When a word !@#$s one up, it's hard to continue a rational, meaningful train of thought! Yoo-whooo... chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-chugga-gotta get that train a rolling-woo-woo-here that horn a blowing, see that old steam engine's big wheels slipping, gotta pull that load o cattle, to Kansas City, Kansas City, here I come. Rawhide... thru... all kinds a weather, for worst, or for better, keep that train a chugging down that line!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????????? (((what the--feck--was that?)))
DAMN... DAMN.. DAMNNN!!! that sure was funnn, and I done went and forgot what in tarnation started all this here silliness!!! See-a how one ol' fricking word can lite, or should it be light, guess what? I don't give a--feck!   Oh yeah, knows I remember!

FECKLESS, The art of not giving a--feck!   Oopsey once more, but pretty darn fricking close... I must say!
FECKLESS, weak; ineffective 2 irresponsible

Makes ol' G want to F??K around with this word, or should I say,---FECK-- around! I feel like a kid at Christmas time with this here new word! (feck,eck, feck, feck) SORRY! No I'm not!

I like to travel one word above the word I'm looking up, so let's see where this takes us!
FECES, Enough of that shit! (Come on give old Glenny a tiny upturned grin, he be working his behind off tonight!) Let's go below freckles (OOPS!) I mean feckless. AND THE WINNER IS....
FECUND...WHAT? WHAT KIND OF A WORD IS FECUN? Well I'll be darn! Taking that letter d away, sure changes that word... doen't it? (Or it could just be be!)

Ah! Come on people don't tell me I have to explain everythang... ya... gots... to have your imaginary imagination hat on when you read GLENVIEW, you know!

What does this word say to y'all, XXXKIN! Now this word FECUN.

GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS... UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN... HAPPY TRAILS TO YOU! IF I REMEMBER RIGHT, ROY ROGERS USED TO SIGN OFF LIKE THAT BACK IN THE FIFTIES, I ALWAYS LIKED THAT AND HIM!!! Glen

THE MANY SWINGS, OF THE PENDULUM...

I feel like a pendulum on a Grandfather's clock. Back and forth continually all day, every day, 24 hours a day, seven days a week, 365 days a year, err...errr. crash! I am the pendulum, only I vary from the highs to the lows, it can last a spell, in either mode, OR change in a split second from out of the blue, a word, a sentence, or most recently the lack of hearing what someone said to me, asking them politely "please say again."Still.. not understanding, unable to read their lips. Out of a lifetime habit, I shake my head and say yeah! Now, I'm embarrassed, reluctant to ask them to repeat!

What has this to do with this post? ONLY HERE... I.. DO... NOT... NEED ... TO... HEAR!

I CAN BE ME... TOTALLY FREE... YOU SEE! NO BOUNDARIES... PLACED ON ME!

NOTHINGS MORE FREE, THAN TO NOT WORRY! HERE.. NO CHAINS, A BINDING ME!

IF IN MY LACK OF PROPERNESS, YOU CANNOT FEEL, MY WORDS, OF THE DAY, WHICH MAY... GO SIDE TO SIDE, UP AND DOWN, OR VISIT UNCHARTED TERRITORIES, YET TO BE FOUND. I BID YOU ADIEU, NO HARM, NO FOUL!

"I shall never apologize for whom I am, as I continually search, for who I can be!"

I wear my heart on my sleeve to show to all, the human I be! I don't want to be pigeonholed, for I am not! I'm a simple man that attempts each and every single day, to be the best I can be! I'm labeled by the learned Medical Community by a label, that changes from time to time. I label myself a human being, whose attempts at showing my inner thoughts and emotions, unhindered, in my simple words. YES, THERE IS A REASON I SAY THIS AT THIS TIME, AND NOW I'M GOING TO EXPLAIN!

 The ups and downs of the past six weeks, have taken a heavy toll on me. I was riding along at a comfortable pace in life, ESPECIALLY for me! I believe I referred to it as a drunken stupor in a couple earlier posts. Well, that changed from being in a manic phase, to depression phase back and forth until ol' Glen be fucking wore out, wishing he'd never heard these two words, day shift! I'm still not on days, while a lot o dilly dallying, nonsensical shit, grows longer, from the fertilized waste!

My emotions have run the gauntlet, I bear, non physical scars, bout now! In my own un-orchestrated way I have been trying to show the emotional humor, as well as baggage, in my thoughts! Those of you new readers may think, this guy is fucking nuts, I hope I made that abundantly clear, in my last post! Yes.. I am! I ask you to read a few of my posts. I was attempting to show my train of thought, ME, during the last few weeks, after all... we all... go through many different stages, it's part of being, who we are! My wish is to simply be me!     GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS!!! Glen

I'M SITTING IN TOTAL DARKNESS ABOUT TO GO TO BED. ONE LONE CANDLE FLICKERS BEAUTIFULLY! THE SMELL SO SWEET, THE FLAME SO WARM! DANCING TO THE TEMPO OF ITS OWN SONG! SO SIMPLE, SO BREATHTAKING! THE FITTING END, TO MY DAY... A GENTLE BREATH SAYS "GOODBYE, FROM IT... TO YOU!"

Nut-so-ol-ogy 101, Yep!!!

My heart is lighter than not too many hours ago. Low back pain could of been used as an excuse to lounge away another day. Make it a long weekend, I deserve it! That's what earned days are for, anyway! Yes I could of done that. Automatically, as in the sparring partner for the big name boxers, all he knows, is to pull himself up.

I hate Mondays! NO! Let me make this perfectly clear! I REALLY HATE MONDAYS!!! I'm tickled pink, to have a job, able to earn my way, still have good enough health to do so! It be the fucking mental part... wow, wow, wow! Let me rephrase that. It be the fucking mental retardation-ness of what one (I don't hafta tell y'all out there I be missing mucho in the synapse are fried department!) must go through! It be at the all time level of incompetence, I fear today! HEY! I certainly HOPE, it's better, wherever ye, be reading this!

I'm REALLY trying to shy away from posts like these. BUTT...................... if yer, slapped, smack dab in the face every single day! What is one to write about? One writes what he knows about, sees, encounters. I's don't know much, I's sees a heap, I's encounters more silliness in one day than I could put in words if I wrote full time as a real job! You think I be funning ya don't ya! Lord have mercy, I wish I was a funning ya!

I must keep my sense o humor lest I go NUTSO! I be a certified Freudian Scholar in Nut-so-ology! YEP!

I've teetered on the precipice all me life! There is an old saying "takes one to know one." I'm a forever recovering Nut case! The first step in recovery is to admit you have a problem! Yep, I admit it, and the evidence is scattered loosely over 500 posts, here on GlenView! Why the hell you think it's titled that way like Bellvue! So, so, so, if I know nothing else in life I knowsa about crazies, therefore I'm a Professor in Nutsoology here on GlenView! 

Dawn Of A New Day

                         "If not for the dawn of another day, I shall forever perish"

Yesterday's gone. I close my eyes, mental, physical scars soon to dissipate! Imagine along with me please... a log drifts into sight, although highly visible, we cannot see it move, "the river of life."

To never dream, or perhaps never to awake within my dreams, to feel such raw emotions, vitamins for my heart, slowly would eat away, cancering, my soul. The replenishment of emotions drained daily, cannot be stopped. Less I totally ignore always look away. Are such ones cold, callous, perhaps purposely learned behaviour to live, another day!

Have you known ones without a heart? The proverbial heart of stone, so cold, so heavy, how could one bear such pain? Seems, once a broken heart, never... again. Yes! I must think this, so!

My heart is heavy today, I can't shake it away! I've tried to turn the cheek and look the other way!!! It's always in plain view, I fear to say! One so out of touch, of human ways. A follower of, their own. How can one live a half century, yet not visit other souls. One who visit weekly the house of Christ. I pity this one, with all my heart!

My finish today is simple. If not for the dawning of a new day, to resurrect one's mind, heart and soul, All would be like others who pretend........................................ life away!!!!!

SERMON OF THE DAY! "SENSE"

I CAN'T SLEEP, MY BRAIN'S TOO ACTIVE, SO I'LL MAKE IT A TWO FOR ONE DAY FOR MY FRIENDS, IF YA DON'T MIND! OH MY! OH MY! I JUST REALIZED, IT'S ONLY SEVEN HOURS INTO THIS DAY! IF I CAN'T SLEEP... THERE MAY BE MORE!!! OH NO! AH, HA, HA, HA! GOODNIGHT!

 I'm trying to rearrange my sleep for my new schedule. I planned on being asleep at this moment, hard to change ones sleeping patterns over night! Damn that's kind of cute!

Seems I feel the need to apologize for always writing about work, but dah! When one spends half your waking hours there experiencing the most emotional, and silly ass things, kinda hard to talk, deep sea fishing, brain surgery, climbing the highest mountains around the globe, Politics, (YUCK!), ETC.

I'm a simple man, I like it that way during the closing acts of my life. I use to like my brain humming away at Indianapolis 500 speed! Not any more, huh uh! I much rather prefer sitting on the front porch with my puppy dog, swinging my life away, looking for a relaxing way, to finalize my last years of life!

MAYBE this is what GlenView is all about! Seems to make about as much sense as anything I can come up with.

I read the best book of my life only six months ago! (Crime And Punishment) What does one do after that? That book would not have been so enjoyable if I did not identify with the main character, and with so much  emotional content of the other characters. Only after one has experienced the always present ups, and downs, that even the simplest daily activities, sensations, feelings,  with so much emotional content that lies within, IF you dare to see!

Ahh! Those ever present sensations of life are what creates life! Yet, many I fear cannot grasp or feel the daily sensations, I'm referring tooooo! Am I right!

How can a book written 150 years ago still carry so much human emotions, from laughter to tears, inner workings of the mind, rattled from living. Inner workings of gears humming along well oiled, to squeaky, rusty, filled with impurities! Another language, another people, another society altogether!

That's so easy to answer! No matter where we are on this Alcatraz styled insanity every where rock, WE face the same thing don't WE? SURE WE DO!!! Color, language, religion, types of government doesn't matter! We're born, loved, hated, brainwashed, but down deep we have the same wants needs!

Damn all we need to do is see through the bullshit, we're surrounded with from the time we're born to the time we die! AH! That there... be the problem... brothers and sisters of the world! We don't think for ourselves!!!

To understand ones self, is to have knowledge! From the Holy books to the latest novels, all words for us, as INDIVIDUALS to interpret, comprehend!

I despise anyone telling me what I think... believe! That's the mighty foundation, the building blocks of whom we be! I be ME! You be, YOU!

WE should be going to school to learn how to read, pure and simple right? Wrong, if we're going to school to have others explain what WE should be searching for!

No knowledge is gained if we follow others, ideology, blindly! WE must feel, therefore to find!

Damn! I reckon some things that have been bottled up within ME has decided to jump out, bout now! That's quite alright, better to release than destroy! I be a Watcher, always have been, along with a Seer, forced to at an early age! I see, understanding through the gained knowledge of being hard of hearing, able to see more, than I truly wanted! I carry an unwanted burden, out of necessity from my learned, somewhat aborted, younger childhood years! Not a curse, no, no, no! The need to understand, to make sense, of nonsense. WHY? Curiosity, inquisitiveness, sensitivity, all plus more I fear! It has made me what I am. I can write of only, whom I BE! Those of you that have also experienced the roller coaster ride of life's ups and downs can feel along with me, in my words, as I tell them, in MY way!

Be an easy read or a hard read, that my dear friends is the love of words, to touch others in ways not thought possible!!

I remember during high school thinking about Speech and Debate Class. I Did not quite understand what the hell was going on! EXCEPT teaching ones, to speak effectively, debating subjects.

The makings of future leaders. It does not need to be the message! The truly great Speakers can hold the audience, the congregation, the people of a nation into believing any message. Don't think so huh! Then you be one of them school children, still listening to what the teacher is telling you, to believe out of the books chosen by others to teach you, what to believe.

Do you REALLY believe it makes a difference in whether a Democrat or a Repiblicanis in office!

I probably live about as simple a life, as one can today, unless he lives in a cave somewhere! I choose it that way, yet the activities I of are true! I 've only grazed the surface. The leadership at the lowest level I encounter in my day to day existence... I cannot accurately describe, lest I go on a four letter rant.

Common Sense, what does that mean to you. We have several senses, all mighty important! Where does this common sense fit in your neighborhood, your family, your place of work?

Low Slung Pants And Brains!

Never dull, here in Daisyville. When someone ask me "hows it going?" My answer is "same-o, same-o!" That be the same... what?  How do I describe Daisyville, to you regular Joe's and Josephina's! Well sheesh... the older I become, I wonder if the whole world hasn't gone the way of Daisyville! By the headlines on my home page, I vote YES!

Here in Daisyville the I. Q. has royally declined, (Most probably, from breeding too close, a keep-in, all them fine genes!) has it ever! The reasons I reckon, to be an endless road, I DO NOT wish to venture!

I witness, a hilarious sight at work, the other day, made my head rock back and forth, shaking uncontrollably no... I was laughing at the same time! This was in the break room fifteen minutes before work!

I hear someone out there asking "what in the world are you doing there... fifteen minutes before work?"

Okay smart ass I'll explain! I live six minutes from work, I get up and proceed directly, before I have time too wake up, or think! You see!" I wake up about the time I walk in the door, grab me some caffeine and watch them monkeys a workin, in the Zoo!
Okay! okay! okay! I have never, got use to these low pants! It just seems so ass-inine! There, I've said it! Butt, butt, butt... when a 50 + year old man comes through break room door at work, wearing, correction almost wearing them... I've  had enough!

When men age, some get a belly, like a basketball tucked under their shirt, or a pregnant women! Too much beer, whatever. They insist on wearing the same pants, they always have. I spoke with an acquaintance about a year ago, he tells me, "I wear the same size jeans, as when I went to high school," approximately 30 years ago. "Yeah right" I said during uncontrollable laughter! I told this moron!

"Did you wear the pants then... where you do now?" A simple enough question, would you not agree? 

Moron asked "what do you mean?"

I could not help myself! AH OH! (THE DEVIL RISES UP!) "Your pants are about 10 inches below your waist, and 10 inches under sized!"

OKAY, BEFORE YOU GET YOUR PANTIES IN A PINCH. I'M OVERWEIGHT WITH A BELLY! AT LEAST I KNOW WHERE TO WEAR MY PANTS!!!

The 50 year old that was coming in the break room wearing them low slung pants, like these young ins wear. He was a rather short man with one of basketball bellies. (I reckon one might describe it as pork bellies, like traded on the Stock Exchange, only grown, rather than traded, ha, ha, ha, I be on a roll!)

I've seen them breeches worn as low as they can go, on a lot, o different strange ones, but this man is old enough to know better! Looks like an old retarded... retired.. honorary elected crazy old fucker in the Hood! Like them honorary degrees they give in colleges!

What in tarnation be a wrong with this man's brain? Can't he see his ass in the mirror when he's trying them on in the dressing room? Are they using trick mirrors at the store where be buys his breeches? Don't he have a wife, children, friend, honest enough to tell him, "Wayne, them breeches look like leftover Christmas breeches from a hip hop singer who has a watermelon growing in his belly!"

Okay, I get it, I dig the youngsters being different! We've all have been there, done that! Yep, even us old folks was young, "once upon a time!"

The same night, there was this fine young man, reminds me off Jesse Pinkman in Breaking Bad. "I love that TV show!" (Don't tell nobody though!) Wears these low breeches, don't bother me though! WHY??? Well he be a young man, skinny, looks norm on him, in today's norm! Any how, he was using a pallet jack pushing a heavy skid, requiring all his might! He were a pushin that pallet,  his breeches were a ridin a mite low! I was laughing (my ass) off! HA, HA, HA! (Come on work with me here! I'm working my ass off trying to get you to visualize these scenes!)

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Have been in a bit of a funk recently, things at work ya see! I've been walking around with a chip on my shoulder. I'm determined, not to let it get the best of me, although it has been extremely trying! A lot of fodder which I could write about, but at this point I don't want that to take over!

Any how, I'll be going on days now, doing two things I like to do, taking care of inventory and doing preventative maintenance. I tire of driving a truck, especially in the winter! WHY? This old boy always slips on the ice, no matter how careful I am! I know it sounds funny, but it be my ass, my back!

Some changes are good, keeps one from growing tired of life! After all, if I had not challenged myself at a time when most people are contemplating retirement, you would not be reading my humble little blog! I have much to learn here on Glen View and never, do I want to learn it all.

IT BE THE CHALLENGES IN LIFE THAT KEEP US GOING, MAKES LIFE WORTH LIVING. SIMPLE, REWARDING, EVERYDAY, TINY ENJOYMENTS, THAT GO OVERLOOKED, TOO MUCH! Glen 

EVERYTHANG!

I've been trying a new meditation/relaxation technique. Since I have been more physically active at work and have been working some overtime, usually my back is somewhat sore. I come home, let the dog out, eat a bite and lie down on the bed, with no intention of sleep mind, ya!

I feel my body release a sigh of relief! Slowly, as in approximately an hour, relaxation soothes my whole body. The tension evaporates from my mind, and body. I've been trying my mothers technique of "thinking about nothing!" Yep, she says that! As my body soothes, my mind going to that no man's land of thinkin about nothin! If everythang, goes as planned, (I knowsa it suppose to be spelled everything, dag gone it rememburr, this here be GlenView!) I get up after an hour, of visiting my mama's world. Well I walk somewhat sideways, as my back has tightened up while walking to the bathroom and look in the mirror. YEP, I DETERMINE, I HAVE BEEN IN THAT MEDITATION/RELAXATION/THINKIN ABOUT NOTHIN MODE! Guess what? I think I like it! Sosa, I go fix me a glass of decaffeinated ice tea. (One little tid-bit of info bout ol' Glen here. Issa don'ta drink, nothin hot. Don't drink coffee, hot chocolate, never have don't like hot beverages!) I take my bedtime medicine and sit down at the desk, turn the computer on, before I know it my fingers be walking the keyboard. Yep one of them Automatic Writing wandering spirits be in charge of my mind for a spell! Would I lie to you, my favorite people in the whole world? Since the spirit realm is in charge of me mind, I be thinkin about nothin, just like me mommy, yep I reckon I lurned somethun from her after all. When them spirits be writin, my mind's is completely flat lining, as in heart flat lining you know! Me mother had seven children and a worthless husband, she lurned early on to block out, everythang as in "thinkin about nothin!" And all these years I thought me mother be a mite touched in the head! NO!, NO!, NO! I absolutely do not mean that in a bad way! I love my mother more than I love life! Ya see, only as I age, do I see how smart my momma is!

All my life I have been thinkin too fucking much! That there my friends be the trouble!!! I try to figure everythang out, I gotsa have a logical explanation. I'm here to tell ya, on this day, the 5th of December, in the year 2012. Are ya ready? You'll go wacko, if you try to figure everythang out! There be no rhyme, reason, logic to everythang!

I been thinkin too hard all me life, trying to make a tad of sense, out of life! Only recently have I lurned my mama's secret! I was bout, to give up, ya see. This here illogical way of life done, plum, fucking, almost, completely, fried, my fricking brain fer the last time. I didn't think I was going to get up off the canvas as the ten count was closing in on this 61 rounds of life! "The idiocy of life has won," I say onto myself.

"500 Posts"

I WROTE THIS IN TWO SETTINGS, APPROXIMATELY 8 HOURS APART. IT WENT FROM A SHORT TO THE POINT POST, TALKING ABOUT MY EMOTIONS AT ACHIEVING 500 POSTS.
WELL... I WAS IN A FUNNY MOOD THE SECOND TIME AROUND, AFTER A LONG MIDNITE STROLL IN 61 DEGREE WEATHER, BY GEORGE, IT MORPHED MORE, INTO WHOM I AM. AT LEAST I THINK SO! I THINK THE POINT CAN BE MADE, ABOUT EVERYTHANG, MY USING HUMOR TO MAKE MY POINTS, THAT THERE MY FRIENDS IS WHAT I LIKE TO DO!  SO RELAX AND ENJOY... ME... BEING ME!!!

It's 9-ish on Sunday evening. I reckon Sundays are for relaxing, and that's just what I do. Rest my body and mind from, inescapable, escapades, of madness mania, that seem to be going around this past week, giving me the strength, for the upcoming one. Ain't it funny! How during the hectic frenzy of the work week, one can get so tired, mentally frustrated, down, or so plum tired of associating with incompetence. We must, get away from the madness, or one may... become it! I REFUSE to be part of the inept, zombies, that are destroying the overall intelligence, work ethics and humanity of our species!

I'm wondering... (Oh shit!) "Ya reckon there be like a flu shot to administer directly to SOME PEOPLE!!!"  One can dream can't one?

Well I'll answer my own question if you don't mind! "I think therefore I'm this way!!!" (A little funny there you know a take off on, "I think therefore I am."

Today's raising of nincapoopish/incompetent people, is the cause of evolution, creationism, with drugs and immunizations a plenty, throw in some pesticides, television, smart phones, reducing people to???  Just today whilst watching the Denver Broncos, a commercial come across, wanting the intelligent people of the world to buy their smart phone. Immediately, I see, a heap O trouble. It says "the only phone that allows you to talk and surf at the same time." Fireworks going off up top! DAMN!!! WE HAVE PEOPLE TALKING AND TEXTING WHILE DRIVING THE INTERSTATE OF SUDDEN DEATH, FUCK YEAH, LET THEM STUPID SUCKERS SURF, AND SURF RIGHT OFF THE ROAD!!! IF THE MICROWAVE EMISSIONS OF THE MODERN ERA, HAVE FRIED THEIR FRICKING BRAINS TO DO SUCH A THING, GET THEM "IDIOTS" OFF THE HIGHWAYS! LET THEM COOK IN HELL!!!

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My mind is as clear and relaxed as one can get, while not be snoring! Maybe, a hodgepodge of thoughts will pour out, so I can examine them, hopefully so, or this will be a short post! I love writing my thoughts, my opinions, frees me up to move ahead, allowing the baggage to be dropped off the train at every Rail Road Stop and move on to what lies around the next bend. Mighty important, I must say! Carrying baggage that never gets delivered fills one's boxcar to overloading, no place for new bags! That baggage MUST be delivered, thrown out, at the end of the day, exorcised, burnt up! YES SIR! We must keep our brain gears oiled and working "PROPERLY!"

HOW WOULD I KNOW? Thanks for asking that question! To those of you that have read just a tad of my post, most likely have no idea of what I'm all about... That's perfectly okay, just stick around as I grow into my new found hobby. I have just completed 500 posts, something I don't take for granted and am mighty proud of! For me to stick with anything this long is very pleasing to me, an old varmint who has lived through many things, making it to a time, while others I went to school with are long gone, or disabled. I take nothing for granted, I who have battled high blood pressure for twenty years, yet have no lingering problems.

Currently I give no apology to my lack of writing skills, I have none, this I'm well aware of! If you look for the college journalistic major type, you've come to the wrong place. If you wish for all the properness, please by all means shop around, until you find those posts that please you.

I come from a poor family, have a high school education, English was my most FEARED class. I never dared to have a dream as a child, my thoughts never ventured beyond the day to day existence of family turmoil. Ah, but I loved to read, thank God for that!

What I have to give, is ME, being ME! I'm so simple, even at this time in my life, however for some unexplainable, un-understandable reason, a dart seems lodged in my soul. I MUST, pull it out by writing the thoughts in my mind, or the tiny dust devil whirling across the sand turns into a small tornado in my head! I don't want tornadoes in my head, soo I write it away! Yep, only took this here smart old man a heap O years to figure that one out! (Better than seeing Doc. Fred S. FRAUD, or tuning in to Doc. Phil every day! You know the slang for TV is the boob tube, not meaning bOObs you know!)

It has not come easy! An old man approaching sixty, who does not know how to type, knows nothing about computers, and NOTHING about, the taught writing skills of 'schoolin.' I'm in a way like Rocky Balboa, giving my all, to achieve self satisfaction of going against the odds! "I ain't going down no more!"

I truly believe I'm seeing benefits, unimaginable in the beginning, as I cry from pure frustration, of not being able to get my mind, and my fingers to work together! The short story, actually my first story "The Flame" was originally written by hand, I lovingly, yet frustratingly, taught myself to type with it. I could not guess the hours put into that one story over several years. Why I had to write that story, that consumed several hundred hours, I'm not sure of! I only know, I must, and the self-fulfillment of seeing it finalized here on Glen View is nothing short of what a friend of mine most likely feels, publishing his first book at my age. I have an autographed copy of it, he gave me, and I feel his joy! ( Amen Brother!) I witnessed this monumental achievement, enjoying the wonderful occasion along with him. He introduced me, well actually gave me a copy of Crime And Punishment. I can honestly say "that's the finest book I've ever read." To read such a masterpiece in words, at the ripe old age of 60 renews my passion! 

To curl up with a good book is unlike anything! My imagination opened wide as a child, at learning to read, as it blossomed I could visit, see in my mind, explore, laugh.

"I would die simply, just as a bug in a rug, to have lived without words!!!

Perhaps... there lies reasoning, behind every little thing, we fail to comprehend. Yes, that certainly seems true. If we're always reacting to everything that happens in the course of a day, there lies no time for being proactive. Proactive; taking the initiative.

(There is a #2 explanation but it's about psychology, I think we're all fucked up enough, and DO NOT need no more psychology shit in our daily lives!)

IT WOULD BE MY GREATEST PLEASURE, IF... THROUGH MY OPENNESS, RELEASING MY DEEPEST EMOTIONS, FOR OTHERS TO COME, TO A DEEPER UNDERSTANDING OF THEMSELVES! SOMETIMES THE HARDEST THINGS TO SAY, ARE WHAT REALLY NEEDS TO BE SAID!

I BELIEVE THE GREATEST SINGLE GIFT, TO BESTOW, "IS ONES SELF!!" WE HEAR AND SEE SO MUCH, SMOKE.  (BULL SHIT!)

I GET IN MY SILLY MOODS, HOPING TO MAKE YOU LAUGH, OR AT LEAST, A WEE GRIN CURLING AT THE CORNER OF YOUR MOUTH!

I HOPE FOR YOU TO RETURN THINKING, "LET'S SEE WHAT THAT GLEN VIEW FELLER HAS TO SAY TODAY!" I'M GRATEFUL WHEN YOU DO!

I'M A WORKS IN PROCESS, YOU SEE! I BELIEVE THOSE OF YOU THAT HAVE FOLLOWED ME FOR A SPELL, CAN MAKE SOME SENSE OUT OF WHAT I SAY, AS I GROW INTO THIS SPIRIT REALM OF AUTOMATIC WRITING.

I DO NOT WISH TO BE LIKE ANY OTHER! WE ARE ALL """INDIVIDUALS""" IF I TOUCH UPON A THREAD IN YOU, THAT MAKES YOU THINK OR LAUGH, PLEASE PLAY IT FORWARD, SO ALL CAN FEEL!!! Glen     Man oh man! I reckon I did have something to say! Just hafta prime the pump to get er started!
Oh my! THERE'S MANY OF Y'ALL OUT THERE, THAT DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT PRIMING THE PUMP THING!!! No... I take that back if you read me then you'll know!!! GOODNIGHT MY FRIENDS... I do think of you as friends!!! """Please wish me at least another 500 post!""" That'll be my Xmas present from you to me! Yer Pal always, Glen View. 

JUST A HANGING!

HELLO... It be 7 AM where I be... I don't mind telling ya, that month of November has been one hell of a month on THE BIG GUY HERE! (That be me!) Ya see in late September this old horse thought he was going to the glue factory! Yep thought he had seen his last gallop! Then I say """THEN!!!""" them antibiotics the Doctor prescribed him shot that infection, plum dead! Hold on there partner, it took two rounds to fix me up! Well ya see, when I come back from nearly seeing the light at the end of the tunnel, I told myself. YES... I DID! "Self you ainna, gonna, letta, the bad stuff, that happens at work during the busiest time, get the best of ya, this year like it... DOES... every fucking year!" Usually... I lose my coolness from the STUPIDITY, that runs rampant! You see these here Planners have a whole frigging year to prepare for the rush of next year! What do they do? HELL I DON'T KNOW! I think they take their brains out and sit them on their desk like a trophy Deer, causin, they sure as hell donna use it to PLAN for the next year! Damn am a I, teetering on the precipice OF talkin about l-e-a-d-e-r-s-h-i-p again? NAH! Well... maybe! It sure sounds like it, but remember now, EVERYTHANG, I write is totally spontaneous! Oh! Oh! Oh! Somethang... just rolled through my head, like thunder! The word precipice, I would sure like to press a certain leader "???" into a piece of paper like some people save a rose or leaf you know! Only this person would never see the light of day ever!

DAMN! gLEN TO gLEN PLEASE COME BACK TO REALITY!!! Okay I'm back after that short commercial for Insane Are Us, coming soon to every nook and cranny of the world!

About a month ago, I had me some really good news, that just made my day, actually about a week. I was offered a new job on days and they wanted me to start the next week, but this here person threw a wrench into that! They said "I cannot let him go until the first of the month, " that would make it NOW!!!

Y'ALL OUT THERE WOULD OF BEEN PROUD O ME! OLD GLENNO, KEEPA, HIS COOL. YES I DID! HE HAS FOUND SOME PEACE IN THE VALLEY OF THE INSANE! HE LIKES THIS NEW FOUND PEACE! SO I TELL ME-SELF "BE COOL, BE COOL, YER TIMES COMING, BE COOL!
SO I BE COOL, EVEN THOUGH I DON'T WANNA BE COOL! WELL NOW, HERE IT IS THE FIRST OF THE MONTH AND GUESS WHAT, I AINNA ON DAYS AND I be tired of being cool!

I think this be a test of my new found peace ya see! Like that crap, "patience is a virtue!!!" What the fuck is VIRTUE; general moral excellence. (Excellence my ass I'd like to stick a size 12 up some body's?)

Also, a specific moral character regarded as good. (WHAT? Ain't nothing I'm thinking about this particular someone... good!)

Another definition, Chasity. What the hell does Sonny and Cher's daughter have to do with this? (Oh! Oh! Oh! Don't I feel FOOLISH!)

Still more, excellence in general. (I have never known any Generals, but there is no way a General of men that kill other men could have any 'morals'!

Well now, if this last definition ain't a real doosy! Efficacy, as of a medicine--by (or in) virtue of because of Hey this here damn dictionary is trying to take away my new found peace of mind, it stops right after of because of   no period or nothing, leaves me hanging!  

Well... I can see I trying to understand what this virtue is is like trying to understand where I work!
I suppose I'll have to HANG in there and see what transpires someday. I'm afraid though if I have to wait too long I won't have any peace of any kind!