IMAGINATION RUNNETH FREE.

Here I sit in front of the computer trying to think, seems my mind is on the brink. After three years of practicing you think it would be easy, wouldn't you. In the course of the day possibly a hundred different ideas pop into my mind. When it's time to unleash that stream of conscious my friend speaks of, no spirit is willing to work with me. Apparently the spirit writers union wanna nothing to do with me . . . imagine that!  All of us are unique individuals and that, we must let out. That's why so many people are on them dastardly mood enhancing, destroying, suicidal meds.

I imagine myself floating effortlessly down a river in July on a 85 degree day. The water is at it's lowest depth of the year. I place my small boat in a river to nowhere. The stream gently curves through farmland, as far away as one can get from the pollution of human development. Not easy in this day and age. Pristine farmland, far away from the hustle and bustle, and all the turmoil that every day people must dwell in. I glide down this river during the summertime for over forty years. An annual outing that began as a salute to my grandpa. I would listen to stories told of all the fishing expeditions that he and his grandpa experienced in a long lost time. The stories thrilled me as a child. The first July after his death, I took his old boat, that had not felt moisture except rainwater from being turned upside down in many years. I ask my dog Blue "you wanna take a ride?" She understood wanna, and ride. She eagerly accepts any ride, any time in my truck. Trucks and dogs go together like a hot dog, and a bun. This time while I unload grandpa's old boat into the river she was most curious, watching keenly, curious at my every move. Her ears perk up at the cooler with food, can't fool her none when it comes to food.                 

The first year was exhilarating, in a scary sort of way. I practiced my rowing technique at a friends lake for a couple months. This was my maiden voyage of the grandpa's boat. After about an hour I settle down into the easy  drifting river. Blue was watching it all, smells and sounds, and critters, she never seen afore. I enjoyed watching her more than the ever changing, yet same scenery.

How can I explain the simple simplicity of nature, woods, cornfields, deer, raccoons, turtles, fish a jumping. From time to time we would sit foot on a sandbar, stretching our legs. Imagination runneth free, seeing nary a human, hearing not the sounds of diesel trucks.

Signs  of human development like forgotten train bridges took me back to another time. My grandpa worked for the railroad, and I felt a hug going under this one bridge.

Well as I reminisce and tell this story tonight I think back of how many companions as in the four legged kind that has taken this trip with me

This yearly adventure will cease soon, age catches up, and my old dog struggles, just as I. This year will be my last ride in grandpa's boat. I'm gonna put a fresh coat of paint on it and place pictures of my forty years of riding down the stream of memories in my garage. Take the rockin-chair that belonged grandpa, and forever ride that stream of memories, until the last breath that I take.

Should I Laugh, Or Should I cry?

I sit here in the darkness, only the light from my monitor illuminate my keyboard hopefully to  enlighten me.

Here I am tired, and blue.

Waiting for a smile to be lighten my mood.

I search for laughter, for me, as well as you.

Grumpiness of Mondays, still tugging at my heart. I hate that feeling, I'm only human, same as you.

I growl at the thoughts that sometimes enter, when my shields grow weak.

Tiredness of body, illness, shakes me so. Sending shivers of what once was.

I've worked so hard, for so many years to hold the temptation of allowing what once was, to stay.

What dear friends keeps that at bay?

I hate myself for human flaws.

I love, I hate, too much, I think!

Ah . . . but that is me. An average Glen in the world of many me's.

I feel the love, so why do I hate?

Good question, I cannot answer.

So why bother, it can't be helped. Just another chipped brick in the house of billions.

We are more alike, than different you and me!

I hate no one. I hate only that part of me that allows hate, jealousy, all the qualities I loathe in others that also enters into me. . . . . . .

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The young girl seems out of place in the workplace, Too young, too out of sync. First thought of her attire. Pants too low. Is this the way of young women today? Thong panties showing with a mere bend, What color are they today? Does she see herself, in the mirror of others? Is she showing herself as merely the trend? Oh my! Does she wish to be taken seriously? One day turns to weeks. Seems sweet, work minimal. Causes no problems. Do I laugh, or do I cry for her? The body of Hollywood. The sense of a child.

I see young girls everywhere I go, dressed this way. Mothers, Dads, where are you???

I never though I would consider myself old-fashion. I reckon I must be. There is a place unfortunately for everything under the sun.

COMMON SENSE WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?

WORK ETHICS WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?

PARENTING SKILLS WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?

MORALITY WHERE HAVE YOU GONE?

I reckon I could go on and on.

I Sure A Flicka Don't Know!

Hello there boys and girls. It's time to play Shake The Brain! I shall have a go at whatever crosses my mind.

Rain and a northerly breeze has brought a little cooler air here, and it feels wonderful.

I was on the shipping dock today. Okay, this word has already got me started. Doc, as in Doctor means Doc. Tell me why, do we need to add, another letter that sounds the same, to doc to get dock? Does not doc, and dok sound the same? Well now, back to the shipping dock, or doc. A summertime rain was pounding on the roof so I's (Remember that be me in yesterday's lesson.) raised one of the dock, dok doors and peered out at the wonderful deluge we're gettin.  Wind was sweeping some moisture in at me, it felt better than a strawberry milkshake on a 95 degree day. (I cannot tell a lie to my friends. There be nothing better than a strawberry milkshake on a hot day, unless it be a chocolate milkshake on an even hotter day.)

I stood there several minutes and let the droplets cleanse my face and soul. Damn, felt soo good!

Almost got meself into a fine mess tonight. Oh, maybe that should be last night to you, causin as I type this, it is still the same night, but as you read this, it be last night! (Confusing ain't it?)

Anyhows, the bossus that knowus, left us, and left me with new people who are a learnin. (I love her to!) Well now, some people you know, never lurn. Seems me and a small band of new ones are bout to embark on a trip . Remember the show Gilligan's Island. Well now, we got no Captain, nor a Professor. We in deep shite! Yes we be! So me, and the new bees, attempt to make honey. We're  drowning. I keep a workin, and a workin, adjusting, and adjusting.

I felt myself being pulled through that tunnel when people are crossin over, and are walkin to the light. The faster I walk the light moves farther away. Seems I can't even die properly tonight. We keepa plugging away. To make a long, but funny story short we did get the job done.

HOW? I SURE A FLICKA DON'T KNOW!   Many laughs to you until I write again. Glen

Sometimes, I Could Just Cry!

I wish to try the old meditation thing. I'll close my eyes take several deep breaths and type whatever comes to the forefront of my brainfront. (Oh crap I just did it again!)

 Red underlining on me new word brainfront. This here Hewie Picardo ain't seen noo-body like me! It's going to spontaneous combust. You know! Ever heard of spontaneous human combustion? Ya haven't, well look it up!

Now . . . where was I? Lookee there here I be asking you. Am I crazy or what? You don't really have to answer that I'm just funning with you.

You've heard the phrase "speaking out loud," er at least I hope you have OR what I'm about to say will mean diddly-squat!

Well I'm going to pretend I'm speaking out loud, only through me fingers through the wires, through the satellites and back to you wherever yee be. Ain't that mind blowing you can even pick me up off them satellites through a wireless connection something or the other.

Gonna try the silent meditation thing bout now before I blow a whole post and say nuthin! (Damn red underlining SOB!) Now calm down Glen don't want to fry another synapse! Okay please stay tuned, if I fall to sleep, well I reckon I'll try again tomorrow. (HAHAHAHAHA)

I tried deep breathing but that ain't a working tonight my mind be a racing faster than before, Much more of that and me brain will spontaneously combust. That makes about as much sense as spontaneously human combustion.

I went to Taco Hell after work, um, um, um. I love them soft taco supremes.

Work was Work Hell. (Right about now your thinking did that old fart mean to say Taco Hell, yep!)

Let's play, which synapse is working tonight.

I hate Mondays. Always have. After a weekend off, of relaxing. (Well I'll be dang. I don't think I've ever used off of, together before.)

That's cute,  off of. Let's make a new word tonight, offof.  But what does it mean? I'll use my new word in a sentence. Old Glen is offof his rocker. YEAH! Means call 911 Glen is thinkun, HIS WAY! (LORD HAVE MERCY!) Also we could say "Glen's a tad off kilter," you know me brain is missing a few cylinders in me engine. (Ha, ha, ha, now tell me where else are you gonna find this kind of fun, or insanity?)

To change the tune. Work has been strange recently. More so than normal and believe me when I say, where I work, ainna, normal! SOMEHOW . . . I say somehow, I get myself into unusual situations. Apparently like a moth to a flame, a moron (that be me) don't know when to keep me mouth shut and when to say no! I find myself back on the nightshift, after fighting to get the job I wanted on days, and proving I could do the job, here I is, back where I's started! (Oh shite, done went and created me a new word I's.) Well now, we lost several people including a boss and they asked me to go back and help out, and train some new-uns. (Uns be ones, only member know I usin my own words)

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There is a full moon tonight, so I rode around after me taco's, Damn . . . the damp coolness was refreshing, maybe rehabilitating is a better word. This is my favorite time of the year, I must explain. I have found nothing more relaxing than getting off work. Fill my belly and relax, the sweet smell of corn in the heart of farmland is like non other. Me and my old dog Aussie Blue, or Punky as I called her would burn many a gallons of fuel, just relaxing this way. It's not quite the same and I rarely do it now. I miss her terribly, she was the best friend I ever had. Kinda funny how one can get so attached to someone who can't carry a conversation with you. Believe me when I say she read my emotions better than any human. She's forever in my heart.

I had one of my hearing aids in and turned the volume all the way up. The windows are down as I ride slowly through the cornfields. Damn the nighttime noise was loud. Crickets, bullfrogs, many unidentifiable sounds, since I normally don't have my hearing aid in while riding around. I stop at a crossroad with corn all about, I step outside my van and turn the engine off,  I swear I could hear the snap. crackle. pop of the corn stretching from the recent rain. The trials and tribulations of work and life disappeared. MAN SOMETIMES LIFE IS SO DAMN GOOD. SOMETIMES I COULD JUST CRY!  Goodnight, until I visit you again. Glen

Rules=Properness=???

You know it fills the cockles of an old mans heart, to see the hits, and I am eternally grateful that anyone would read my meandering words. I started getting many new readers from around the world before I went on an unscheduled sabbatical.

From this day forward I'm creating my very own vocabulary. The vernacular I will be using on you will be the words exactly as I think of them in my mind . . . mind-ya. (HA,HA,HA)This will only be found where? Right my good friends. Here only on Glenview, where I tear down all the rules of the properness of the English language. I'm going to break the rules before they make new rules just for me. That's gonna be . . . so FUN.

A good pal of mine once told me "you have to know the rules in order to break the rules."

I said "I know I've already broke all the rules, and a I don't wanna know them."

Yer probably saying "What would hurt to know them rules."

Actually that's a fair question. My answer "BORING!"

For whatever the reason was at the time, a few years ago I began this maddening chapter of my life
I no longer care. In the beginning it sure as hell wasn't fun. Never typed in my life, unlike these young-ins of today,  who are born with computer knowledge, I on the other hand never needed one. I be a workin-man. Never had no computers for us young-ins when I was born. Damn! Television was in it's infancy. Also I hated English class. I'mma getting sideswiped here, a very familiar trait of mine, yes it is.

I get many a laughs at the words the way I hear them in my head and the pronunciation of words in my everyday world. Okay . . . I'll remind you once more, I have a significant hearing loss. Have been somewhat hard of hearing my whole life. I've never passed a hearing test, starting with the first grade. Hey! Don'ta feel sorry for me. I reckon without this hearing loss I wouldn't be me, AND there would be no Glenview. I'm convinced this blog was meant to be as the way to express myself in ways never possible.

I'm from poor folk. How poor? Well, never had indoor plumbing till I was eighteen. Yes, even here in America it happens. I'm the third child of seven. Two died under the age of two. The oldest and the one under me. A red headed sister that devastated me, and have scars to this day. We're poor country folk. A father with mental disorders that were not recognized in those days. I believe he was bipolar with alcoholism. (I'm not an alcoholic and have many highs and lows, shite that be life BABY!) Basically an honest man with a head full of problems, or demons as the Pentecostal Church, I attended as a child would say. I could write a book about my upbringing in this church and will touch upon this occasionally as it is an everlasting part of me.

The everyday world will kill us . . . if we allow it. You know what I'm talkin about. We gotsa find a way to get away from all the insanity around us. I reckon this here be my escape. I', so glad I found it before it was too late. YES I AM!!! Glen

(((No, no, no, I'm not done with my attempt at Crime and Punishmesnt. I justa needa more Time and Encouragement, ahhahahahaha....................................

yOu KnOw . . .?

I  miss this shit! I surely do! I can write any how . . . I wanna. I canna, hava FUN. I can be serious. I CAN BE ME!!! YOU KNOW . . . now, right now may be the time to do what I have been wanting to do fer quite a spell. In the beginning "Lord have merci!" It's only been three years since I begun this escapade. The escapade I be a talkin bout IS? An escape, uh huh! Have I lost ya? That's okay lower yer expectations down for Glenview. WHY Glenview? Well now, my name be Glen named after me grandpa. Yes, that makes his name Glen!!! (Just playing wis ya. I like to play wis ya.) Oh, oh, oh! My buddy opened this here bloggy doggy thing-a- ma bob just fer me. Kinda funny, he be collage educated, and have his own bloggy thing ya know. He be a tryin to save the world, and a, me be trying to put a coherent sentence together. Well, we use ta, have us some humdingers of discussions. Yes we did! We talka bout everything. We solved all the worlds problems in our discussions. Yes we did! I know what yerr, thinkin. (Please remember to hold that extra r, for a split second, or you won't get the full pleasure of my insanity.) Them old farts be stoned and drunk outta their fricking minds. No we be at work

WELL NOW! Iffa I got me a blog I hafta write somethun, don't I? That's when the shite hit the fan! (a hundred fans)

What, oh, a, a, a, a! I, I say I never typed a fore. Nope, nada, huh uh! Never needed to. Ya see I spent all my life as a working man, a working for a man I never knowed. (Did I fry yer brain on that one?) Well now I pecked, and pecked, and pecked, on this damn keyboard, Peter Piper picked a peck of pickled peppers. How many pecks did Peter Piper pick? (I know . . . please play along with me and hope it's not contagious.

Any hoo, it sure was trying! I almosta give up, many a times. DAMN!!! I forgot what I wanted to say. Oh, oh, oh! Yeah, why is it called Glenview? Well I gave my views sometimes, but, but, but I started thinkin. EVERYBODY got views. Who the hell wants to hear the views of an old man! SOO . . . I DECIDED, TO JUST BE ME! Yes I did. Guess what I don't wish to stop whatever it is I'm a doing. You know the world is so full of views, and most make no sense any how.

I decided to sit down at me Hewie Picardo and type whatever pops into my mind. Uh huh, how mature is that? Well now, then I started having fun. Yes I did!

We hear enough negativity, loud mouths, you know. SHEESH! Let's get away from that. I'm hard of hearing, have been all my life, have two hearing aids, you know, most the shite I hear, ain't worth hearing no how, no way! Take them Polluterticians. Please take them! Be it the Dum-o-rats, er the Re-puke-ticians 

See how I get sidetracked, I been working on this for over 60 years and just when I think . . . DAMN! I've lived long enough to know something. WELL everybody else smarter than me. So I'll give you me, and WHATEVER I BE A THINKIN. GOODNIGHT MY BROTHERS AND SISTERS, and a special thanks to Timster, for giving me the format to do this, also my few. but loyal readers especially one in Floor . . . Floor, Florida! Glen

HOWDY!

It's late, do you know where your mind is?

Hell no! I took my medicine about an hour ago and I'm fixin to see where it is.

Ya see I'mma returning to my roots in an attempt to get back in the ballgame!

What are my roots?

I challenge you to go back and read all 600 of my posts to figure it out.

I began this escape into madness by writing in the early hours of the morning.

By the way, "top of the morning to ya!"

It's bee hotter than .  . . well let me just say the temperature is in the 90's and the fricking humidity is also in the nineties.

I have been sweating like a fat man in the summertime.

Okay a wee hint. I like to get looped on my meds and write. I be in the land of loopiness. I should go to bed but the silliness inside me head cries out. Go for it, show everybody how wacko yee is, and what they have been mising, causin, me schedule has been screwed up. I never have anything earth shattering to say. You can watch the world news for that. Although, one thought did cross my mind after the verdict was read on that death in Florida. I fear to mention it but hell ainna nobody gonna read this here blog no how.

Soon the races of the U.S. of A. gonna be so mixed from around the world . . . nobody is gonna be able to use the race card. huh?

YEP! You read me right! No! No! No! I ainna gonna to xplain it to ya. Think upon it fer a spell.   

WHAT IS IT ABOUT DEATHS THAT MAKE FRONT PAGE NEWS?

All you have to do is look at television all the murdering. Makes me skin crawl.

While I'm on this subject. What the fuck is going on with these cadavers in the morgue, you know these Death Doctors slicing up cadavers.

We old assholes complain about the young-ins playing video, shooting and a killing and we suck on our Budweiser, smoking Mary Jane, using crank, crack, crawl, whatever, abusing prescription pills from local Quackers. We see these Pharmas advertising a cure all for EVERYTHANG. Erection problem? Get a hard one with the blue pill. Special this week buy a dozen get a dozen free. No use to have pain get the Appalachian cocaine. Yep, smoke, take, buy from your local black market.

NOBODY, I say "nobody" need suffer today from anything.

Feeling a mite blue, causin, your mean old boss who told you to get yer fat ass in gear. Go to the Doctor and get the latest feel good in a pill, where you'll go back to work, do no more work and not give a rat's ass.

I HOPE THIS IS A BLOG I'MMA WRITING IN MY DREAM AND NOT POSTING!