The first time I heard this statement I was perplexed or should I say corn-fused, since I live in the middle of the flyover states. I had to ponder for a spell. The more I thought upon it I was angry. A put down. We work, pay taxes, raise a family. We're devoted hard working members of society.
If you fly over at 30,000 feet and you look down you can't see anybody, so you believe there's nobody down there. Duh! we down here alrighty! We're so small you cannot see us, so I reckon we don't matter! Oh my! do I sound a wee smart-assy? We across this nation that live in the country, that produce the food you eat our lives also matter. Whilst I'm on it or a thinkin', something I don't do so much anymore that I'm a senior, I save my moments. This country is more than big city coastal condos by the sea, you see. ( Oh my I may be on a roll! turn the spell checkee off and go fer it old man, shake them cobwebs out! )
Oh , what have I done? Get me a glass o tea, I'll put an extra sugar in it woo-wee and see how this post plays out, I feel loose. May as well fix me a chipped turkey sandwich with mayo, lettuce and cherry tomatoes, from my garden, hell yeah, live dangerous.
Hopefully eating will get me brain a turning. My mind has been on life support nye onto five years. My current lifestyle does not require the use of much brain power. eating, watching the news, playing with my dogs, minimal drain.
My oh my, this turkey seems to have turned, here doggies a snack fer ya. Ah, potato soup looks good. Rambo and Chico are smiling at me saying "more. more".
Back when I would drink way too much caffeine drinks. I'm talking sodas, not these
defibrillators in a can. One of these lightning bolts would make me sail higher than a kite. No, no, not fer me. I got a big gulp about a week ago which I never do anymore, anyhew, hours later I was in misery I don't like that feeling like my heart is going to jump out of my chest . Back when I was in the workforce I needed that to jump start my tired old body. I reckon I've been out of the workforce for about five years. Don't take much drain on me old worn out Sears Die-Hard battery. Contrary to what you may think even they don't last forever. Next time I'm vacationing in the hospital, I'll get a new Die-Hard Gold installed with a lifetime warranty.
I be a ramblin' just like the old days.
Fly over states huh? We all be gun toting, pickup truck driving God fearing, banjo playing, Peterbilt semi drivers. Throw in some farmers, factory workers, you get the idea, regular folk. We even have schools, colleges.
What would this country be without the fly over states?
I was raised in the middle of the fly over states the heartland. What does the heart do? It pushes oxygen rich life sustaining nutrients to the edges of the body. Well that sounds kind of important to this old boy.
This country would be quite skinny if we took out the fly over states.
A life's a life no matter. This country is made from a mixture unlike any nation before. The problem is the uppity crustaceans become the uppity self-ordained want to be kings and queens. It's no different today than it has ever. Cavemen did not have the twenty four hour cable news like today. We have every Tom Dick and Mary, sharing their platforms twisted view of what they want. What is the truth, facts whatever, it has been lost somewhere in the money, and what does money buy you? The highest paid crookedest lawyers.
I read not to long ago the wealthiest two counties in the world are in Washington D. C.. Another fine fact is, the Unites States being 5% of the worlds population has 65% of the worlds lawyers.
Happy trails to you until we meet again.
Monday, October 21, 2019
Saturday, October 12, 2019
OLD AGE, PAIN AND TIME.
Old Age, Pain and Time. I reckon you can guess where this is headed! This is for you old farts, younger that forty need not read, you'll not understand. I had many a conversations today with some old-timers like me. You old-timers out there in blog land will get this post.
I have lived at my current residence for a long time. Much upkeep and many, many, dollars later, the only thing left to fix was my septic system. Oh crap! Ha! ha!, a wee funny I laid on you. Those of you in the cities may not know what a septic tank is. It has nothing to do with something you catch in hospitals. I did go into septic tank shock after getting an estimate though. I was literally sick to my stomach and my savings took a huge hit. No insurance for this!
Okay, about me and the old timers. I go outside and sit in my swing, ready to offer advice if needed.
'Bout now, you're asking yourself "what's old Glen know about septic systems?"
The main man had a hip replacement, both knees refurbished. He now has a pinched nerve. I can feel his pain on the pinched nerve, yes-sir, I ya know 'bout them damn old pinched nerves! The other fella' his right hand man. comes up to talk to me, he be walking crookedly leaning on a cane. I say "have a chair rest them legs," "I can't, I hurt worse when I sit," he replied". We converse for a spell about pain and old age. Both agree the Doctors won't give us old farts anything good to take our pain of life's wear, just plain ol' living. The Boss man comes over and joins in on our old man conversation. We agree on all subjects about old age, pain and time. The old man with the cane gets on the cutest Kubota with a backhoe, place his cane to the side. Away he goes as straight as an arrow to go move some dirt. better than and old man operating one of them motorized house scooters.
Pain, old age is not something I would wish on nobody. Yet we all must suffer through it. There is meds that can block the pain, but my Doctor won't prescribe it. I asked him "why have them if you won't prescribe them to the ones that need them?" His answer "you don't want to get hooked on them". I gave a hearty laugh "I had a pulmonary embolism 5 years ago and you're worried about a few pain pills a day I just want to survive a few more years with less pain is that asking too much for modern medicine!"
I have tried repeatedly to get back into writing my blog. Seems I write about 100 words, then the words stop. Now that I have all the time I need seems nothing appeals to me. I shall attempt to write everyday hoping the automatic writing thing a ma bob will kick in. Man that's so beautiful when the words just flow. I don't wish to go political. Every time I watch the news I have a really bad taste in my mouth. No, no that's not from drinking! So you think quite watching the news is the answer to that problem. I' like a news junkie I must watch at least one newscast. Local news does not settle my thirst.
I must get emotionally involved. Back when I was working, my emotions would run the gauntlet. I could shift gears into overdrive to get mentally and physically high. Ah! but that's not good, I'd get high from taking life too seriously. I knew no other way. What seemed to make the words come easier was relaxing after work letting my fingers do the talking. I do miss it. My remembrance of dreams seems to have gone away, I truly hate that, my emotions inside the dream state was powerful.
I'm trying I have the phrase flyover states stuck in my crawl and I'll attempt to write it away.
I have lived at my current residence for a long time. Much upkeep and many, many, dollars later, the only thing left to fix was my septic system. Oh crap! Ha! ha!, a wee funny I laid on you. Those of you in the cities may not know what a septic tank is. It has nothing to do with something you catch in hospitals. I did go into septic tank shock after getting an estimate though. I was literally sick to my stomach and my savings took a huge hit. No insurance for this!
Okay, about me and the old timers. I go outside and sit in my swing, ready to offer advice if needed.
'Bout now, you're asking yourself "what's old Glen know about septic systems?"
The main man had a hip replacement, both knees refurbished. He now has a pinched nerve. I can feel his pain on the pinched nerve, yes-sir, I ya know 'bout them damn old pinched nerves! The other fella' his right hand man. comes up to talk to me, he be walking crookedly leaning on a cane. I say "have a chair rest them legs," "I can't, I hurt worse when I sit," he replied". We converse for a spell about pain and old age. Both agree the Doctors won't give us old farts anything good to take our pain of life's wear, just plain ol' living. The Boss man comes over and joins in on our old man conversation. We agree on all subjects about old age, pain and time. The old man with the cane gets on the cutest Kubota with a backhoe, place his cane to the side. Away he goes as straight as an arrow to go move some dirt. better than and old man operating one of them motorized house scooters.
Pain, old age is not something I would wish on nobody. Yet we all must suffer through it. There is meds that can block the pain, but my Doctor won't prescribe it. I asked him "why have them if you won't prescribe them to the ones that need them?" His answer "you don't want to get hooked on them". I gave a hearty laugh "I had a pulmonary embolism 5 years ago and you're worried about a few pain pills a day I just want to survive a few more years with less pain is that asking too much for modern medicine!"
I have tried repeatedly to get back into writing my blog. Seems I write about 100 words, then the words stop. Now that I have all the time I need seems nothing appeals to me. I shall attempt to write everyday hoping the automatic writing thing a ma bob will kick in. Man that's so beautiful when the words just flow. I don't wish to go political. Every time I watch the news I have a really bad taste in my mouth. No, no that's not from drinking! So you think quite watching the news is the answer to that problem. I' like a news junkie I must watch at least one newscast. Local news does not settle my thirst.
I must get emotionally involved. Back when I was working, my emotions would run the gauntlet. I could shift gears into overdrive to get mentally and physically high. Ah! but that's not good, I'd get high from taking life too seriously. I knew no other way. What seemed to make the words come easier was relaxing after work letting my fingers do the talking. I do miss it. My remembrance of dreams seems to have gone away, I truly hate that, my emotions inside the dream state was powerful.
I'm trying I have the phrase flyover states stuck in my crawl and I'll attempt to write it away.
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