You know? This writing, is tough! Possibly, it's tougher than this old man! What makes it so damn tough, is getting what I'm thinking, in my frickin' mind, to this frickin' keyboard! It's like my mind's high on energy drinks, and my fingers, have taken valium. I don't think the transmission's being received! DAMN IT! I try, I really do!
Maybe it's true, "you cannot, teach an old dog new tricks!!!" I'm getting frustrated! I have many things that I wish to say, but seems I'm not getting there! I try to practice every day. Damn, I'm getting older, not younger, if I don't get to where I wish soon, I'll be six foot under! I wish to write about my every day happenings, add my innermost thoughts, still I don't seem to be able the way I wish. I'm growing irritated and wonder why, I try? I cannot explain it other than, if I don't do something to challenge my mind, I'll surely die! I don't want to waste what time I've left watching the boob tube! I need to explain what I feel, and see, damn it, I need too, for some fucking reason!!!
When I'm at the keyboard, I enter another world. A world of where you can say anything you wish. I read others work and marvel at what they say, so proper! I know I've challenged myself to something I can never do, like others can. I also know my life probably is nothing like theirs. I on the other hand do not wish to be them. We can only write about what we know, see, think, witness. I have insight on hearing loss, so I can write about that. I'm still in the workforce so I can write about that. I've many experiences from another perspective, if only I could get them out, the way I wish!
I just feel like after 3 years I should be improving! My typing is crappy, on a good day, perhaps I'll never improve.
My mind thinks good and bad at the same time. That's certainly not helpful when you're trying to put a coherent post together. I can't help that that's the way I've always been. I believe some kind of defense mechanism, I created, to get through the bad times as a child. That continues and I don't know how to stop it. I can't, it's part of me. At work I cannot keep my thoughts to myself, my eyes do not have blinders, I see all. It goes upstairs and challenges me. My experience of life has seen the good the bad and the ugly. I'm seeking understanding. Understanding of one's self, that seems easy. Ah, not so, is it? We watch others and see bits and pieces of our self. That's never pretty because we see the bad in our self, not the good. Our wounds never heal, we carry them throughout our life. Self analysis cripples us. A reminder of our current fault of the minute, sends flashbacks. Our mind goes back to a lifetime of similar faults, embedded all too deeply, replayed instantaneously adding to the current reminder we've just experienced.
I try for laughter, to always make lite of all situations. If I give humor to one's day I'm grateful. Making fun is good, but healing takes place through understanding. We're mostly the same, there's a lifetime of crippled mindsets, we need to overcome.
I've always believed certain types of entertainment, say Soap Operas have allowed viewers to escape the boredoms of their lives, experiencing bottled up emotions.
The very things that make me, me, also kills me! I cannot overlook the dumb-ass-i-ties of myself, nor others! Sometimes I wish I had no emotions, or thoughts of anything!
This weekend has found me with the flu. The aches in every joint has brought me to a standstill! Yet my dreams have been a pleasant reminder of another world. The mind's way of healing. What I do know for sure, without balance, I would be, no longer!
I write for laughter. I write for self reflection! I hope you see some of each in what I do! For I do try!
Monday, January 13, 2014
Friday, January 10, 2014
Shorts, Sandals and Stuff!
I was able to go outside, a couple a days ago, wearing shorts and sandals, there's a heat wave, beautiful sunshine, I'm a going to lounge, around in my lounge chair, and apply suntan lotion, to, darken slowly, like a Thanksgiving Turkey! Only I be a human turkey . . .gobble! gobble!, y'all already, know that, ah, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha!!!!! I'm in one of my moods! I wish to go where I ainna gone before, stretch the limits of my boundaries, like me, ever increasing waistline!!! HA! HA!
YEAH! ALTHOUGH . . . ABOVE FREEZING IS NICE! NOT QUITE, THAT NICE!!! (And believe you me I have a good imagination !!!)
While I sat down after work, my dog, demands, my attention. Such a wonderful feeling, I can't, refuse, my little buddy!. I lie back, in my lazy-old-man recliner, and place a small blanket over my sore knees, lights out! Me and Buddy are a dreaming! Buddy's running through beautiful green grass in springtime, as a young pup. I'm a young lad shooting basketball in the school yard! In dreamland Buddy has no seizures, I have no body aches.
Turmoil of the day are cleansed with my little buddy's help. Every family should have a Mind Cleanser in every home, just as we have a dishwasher. Maybe I'll invent one. I would make an electronic robot dog, that senses your emotions.
Sheeesh, shoulda, coulda, woulda, be a wonderful thing! Take them old fashion electrodes, the mental institutions used to zap them criminally insane, or the different, not normal, trouble makers, free thinkers . . . so on and so forth. Years ago, I'll bet ya, them crazy assed, mad, fraudian witch doctors, before all these new wonder drugs was brewed up by mad, basement dwelling, mad scientist. I'll betcha they'd charge the State by the zappings! Can you imagine what their electric bill would be? I bet the state even paid for that!!! There used to be State Hospitals for the mentally insane in my State. Years back they done away with these type ???? places. They moved them into what was called Half-Way houses! Half-Way to where? They already have problems so much that they cannot exist in NORMAL society! It's my contention, many ended up in prison. Some of the lucky ones, with the aid of modern drugs, sit at home looking out the window, instead of the Institution. It is also my contention that some did survive the Half-Way house and were introduced into the Normal society as slave labor, for big conglomerate chain stores and restaurants.
Ah the comfort, the silence of nighttime. I'm going to practice my typing. Man! I have a bunch of unfinished, strange posts. (I find that hilarious, all my posts are strange!) Most make no sense, even to me, and I write them . . . although not right . . . I read some of my unfinished ones, I'm certain, there is such a thing as spirit writing. I think "I need several spirits in me that does know how to write!"
"All you wandering spirits that wish to further screw with Glen's mind! Pleeease . . . come on down!"
Good golly Miss Molly!!!
There ain't no reason why, I should have so much fun, is there? I have been thinkin' 'bout, nye onto three years now, to write the actual true to life happenings, at my place of employment. That would be hilarious! I cannot seem to apply the ultimate silliness, that I witness, every night, into words. I don't think there are words, I can use, to properly explain the hysterical, dysfunctional, situations.
Well I'll be doggie!!! I just a had me a dandy idea! I'll just make up me own words, and you know howsa, I like a, to make up my own words! Yippee! Maybe, just may-be, my screwed up American style of, improper English, a gonna pay off!
I think I'll jump right into it with a serious thought I had at work, hopefully, I can get my sense of humor into it.
Seems to my eyes, (and I have new eyeglasses) a battle of the old and the new is shaping up. The older ones have a completely different mindset, because we have been around for a spell. We have earned our way, by experience. . . into experience! The young ones walk in, thinking they deserve what we have worked for, now.
Several months ago a young man through a temporary agency said, "I want to do computer work. I laugh and tell him, "The computer work is at best, 5% around here, and the bosses do it!"
I added "if you want to do computer work, you better go to college!"
He did not find it as funny as I did! I was laughing inside, thinking, "All the time spent on gaming and whatever the young-ins do, have not prepared them for reality, and this here is . . . real reality"
My generation was built out of haftin' too!. Today's younger ones think they can come in and make a living on computers. (Where I work, ainna owned, by Bill Gates! Where I work, it's mostly old fashion work, as in physical work, not computer work.)
YEAH! ALTHOUGH . . . ABOVE FREEZING IS NICE! NOT QUITE, THAT NICE!!! (And believe you me I have a good imagination !!!)
While I sat down after work, my dog, demands, my attention. Such a wonderful feeling, I can't, refuse, my little buddy!. I lie back, in my lazy-old-man recliner, and place a small blanket over my sore knees, lights out! Me and Buddy are a dreaming! Buddy's running through beautiful green grass in springtime, as a young pup. I'm a young lad shooting basketball in the school yard! In dreamland Buddy has no seizures, I have no body aches.
Turmoil of the day are cleansed with my little buddy's help. Every family should have a Mind Cleanser in every home, just as we have a dishwasher. Maybe I'll invent one. I would make an electronic robot dog, that senses your emotions.
Sheeesh, shoulda, coulda, woulda, be a wonderful thing! Take them old fashion electrodes, the mental institutions used to zap them criminally insane, or the different, not normal, trouble makers, free thinkers . . . so on and so forth. Years ago, I'll bet ya, them crazy assed, mad, fraudian witch doctors, before all these new wonder drugs was brewed up by mad, basement dwelling, mad scientist. I'll betcha they'd charge the State by the zappings! Can you imagine what their electric bill would be? I bet the state even paid for that!!! There used to be State Hospitals for the mentally insane in my State. Years back they done away with these type ???? places. They moved them into what was called Half-Way houses! Half-Way to where? They already have problems so much that they cannot exist in NORMAL society! It's my contention, many ended up in prison. Some of the lucky ones, with the aid of modern drugs, sit at home looking out the window, instead of the Institution. It is also my contention that some did survive the Half-Way house and were introduced into the Normal society as slave labor, for big conglomerate chain stores and restaurants.
Ah the comfort, the silence of nighttime. I'm going to practice my typing. Man! I have a bunch of unfinished, strange posts. (I find that hilarious, all my posts are strange!) Most make no sense, even to me, and I write them . . . although not right . . . I read some of my unfinished ones, I'm certain, there is such a thing as spirit writing. I think "I need several spirits in me that does know how to write!"
"All you wandering spirits that wish to further screw with Glen's mind! Pleeease . . . come on down!"
Good golly Miss Molly!!!
There ain't no reason why, I should have so much fun, is there? I have been thinkin' 'bout, nye onto three years now, to write the actual true to life happenings, at my place of employment. That would be hilarious! I cannot seem to apply the ultimate silliness, that I witness, every night, into words. I don't think there are words, I can use, to properly explain the hysterical, dysfunctional, situations.
Well I'll be doggie!!! I just a had me a dandy idea! I'll just make up me own words, and you know howsa, I like a, to make up my own words! Yippee! Maybe, just may-be, my screwed up American style of, improper English, a gonna pay off!
I think I'll jump right into it with a serious thought I had at work, hopefully, I can get my sense of humor into it.
Seems to my eyes, (and I have new eyeglasses) a battle of the old and the new is shaping up. The older ones have a completely different mindset, because we have been around for a spell. We have earned our way, by experience. . . into experience! The young ones walk in, thinking they deserve what we have worked for, now.
Several months ago a young man through a temporary agency said, "I want to do computer work. I laugh and tell him, "The computer work is at best, 5% around here, and the bosses do it!"
I added "if you want to do computer work, you better go to college!"
He did not find it as funny as I did! I was laughing inside, thinking, "All the time spent on gaming and whatever the young-ins do, have not prepared them for reality, and this here is . . . real reality"
My generation was built out of haftin' too!. Today's younger ones think they can come in and make a living on computers. (Where I work, ainna owned, by Bill Gates! Where I work, it's mostly old fashion work, as in physical work, not computer work.)
Thursday, January 9, 2014
I'M TOUCHED!
I decided to take a break, while typing, and watch a movie, All The King's Men, the 1949 version. I'm sure I'll talk about it later. It intrigued me, in many ways. Funny, I know I've seen this movie before. Naturally it's been a long time ago. Once color T. V. became the standard, now I have to think a wee bit on that. There wasn't a television set in my family until I was 'bout 12, I reckon. Before that Saturday evening at Grandpa's was the thrill.
I remember one day we went downtown to Sears. There was a portable probably 19 inch model we come home with. It was like Christmas you see. I helped dad put up the antenna and pointed it northward. Four clear channels, the major channels and one local one, well it was about 50 miles away. We were in electronic heaven. This was around 1963.
For those of you from today, I don't quite how to equate that. Maybe if you can remember the olden days, before cell phones, upon which nobody in today's world today can do without, except for yours truly, you might, I say MIGHT, have a tad, of understanding.
"What did I do for relaxation and to pass the time?"
Now that's a darn good question! I'm going to try and go back to 1963. I must ponder on that. I'll go into my meditation mode, hopefully I won't fall asleep. In this year, In 1963 I became a paper boy. I delivered 85 copies of the local paper, on my trusty steed, my Schwinn bicycle. I was clearing $8.00 a week, the paper delivered to your door was less than four bits, (.45 cents) six days a week. Man O man, I was in the money! Cigarettes were about .25 cents a pack.( No, no, no! I did not smoke,) back then all adults apparently was too lazy to buy their own smokes, that's what kids are for. A bottle of Coca-Cola was .05 cents, a candy bar was the same. I could go to the theatre and watch the latest western at a real old time theatre. (Yes-sir-re-bob. I know, I spelled theater/theatre!) I think of an old time movie house, like they made in early 1900's, as a theatre, they'd show silent films, vaudeville, and such. Whilst I think of the modern screenings of movies as shown in a theater. The magnificence of seeing a show/movie in a real theatre was part of the excitement, feel. The seats, the smell, the balcony, the building itself so . . . magnificent!
DAMN!!! Sometimes, I do . . . get carried away!
If any of you young ones read my posts, look at a 1963 Chevrolet Impala, compare it to whatever the most popular car of today is? I'm too old to know! I drive a Mercury Mountaineer.
I've been hard of hearing all my life, I have missed, and misunderstood some of the dialogue, couldn't help it. I 've learned to play close attention to body language, feel the story, when missing the dialogue. I still enjoyed the shows, but only recently I have close caption on everything I watch, I catch all the words. I know it probably does not seem like much, but some of these movies is like watching for the first time, because I really understand it all, in ways that were impossible before. Most movies, certainly most television, ya, ain't missing nothin', however it's those meaningful shows that make you think, it's like I'm hearing them for the first time. Compare this to watching your favorite music on the television with the music silenced, or watching dancers with the mute button on. You can still see your favorite musical group, watch the dancers but . . . that ain't good enough is it.
One other thing in todays world is . . . There is this new worker where I work, I've never seen such a person as her. I guess her to be in her fifties. A nervous Nellie I suppose. She has had an incredibly rough time at learning, what I call a simple job. To watch her work makes me nervous! In the break room she never sits still, is up and about doing everything it seems. This got me to thinkin', sorry I can't help it! After a hard day's, actually, night of labor. I can look forward to such a simple thing as relaxing. Can this woman? I really doubt it!
What I'm getting at here, is, I have learned to relax, and understand meaningful things, such as all the dialogue, for the first time in my life. How so? I have found my way through words. Had I not, have taken this adventure ride, I have been on for a few years I would never of learned how to relax in such a meaningful way!
Working in factories all my life, there has always been fast pace, pressure. That pace carries over to everyday life, unwillingly so. I know you out there know what I mean! It's not the hard work that kills us, it's the mental frenzy.
To come home and relax, to understand the dialogue, completely, with dialogue worthwhile, it is wonderful. I'm doing that for the first time in my life and I'm an old man.
MY HOPE IS TO LET YOU RELAX, MAYBE A GRIN OR TWO. IF ONLY TO COME VISIT MY SITE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, SAYING TO YOURSELF, "LET'S SEE WHAT'S ON GLENVIEW TODAY, WELL . . . I'M TOUCHED!
I remember one day we went downtown to Sears. There was a portable probably 19 inch model we come home with. It was like Christmas you see. I helped dad put up the antenna and pointed it northward. Four clear channels, the major channels and one local one, well it was about 50 miles away. We were in electronic heaven. This was around 1963.
For those of you from today, I don't quite how to equate that. Maybe if you can remember the olden days, before cell phones, upon which nobody in today's world today can do without, except for yours truly, you might, I say MIGHT, have a tad, of understanding.
"What did I do for relaxation and to pass the time?"
Now that's a darn good question! I'm going to try and go back to 1963. I must ponder on that. I'll go into my meditation mode, hopefully I won't fall asleep. In this year, In 1963 I became a paper boy. I delivered 85 copies of the local paper, on my trusty steed, my Schwinn bicycle. I was clearing $8.00 a week, the paper delivered to your door was less than four bits, (.45 cents) six days a week. Man O man, I was in the money! Cigarettes were about .25 cents a pack.( No, no, no! I did not smoke,) back then all adults apparently was too lazy to buy their own smokes, that's what kids are for. A bottle of Coca-Cola was .05 cents, a candy bar was the same. I could go to the theatre and watch the latest western at a real old time theatre. (Yes-sir-re-bob. I know, I spelled theater/theatre!) I think of an old time movie house, like they made in early 1900's, as a theatre, they'd show silent films, vaudeville, and such. Whilst I think of the modern screenings of movies as shown in a theater. The magnificence of seeing a show/movie in a real theatre was part of the excitement, feel. The seats, the smell, the balcony, the building itself so . . . magnificent!
DAMN!!! Sometimes, I do . . . get carried away!
If any of you young ones read my posts, look at a 1963 Chevrolet Impala, compare it to whatever the most popular car of today is? I'm too old to know! I drive a Mercury Mountaineer.
I've been hard of hearing all my life, I have missed, and misunderstood some of the dialogue, couldn't help it. I 've learned to play close attention to body language, feel the story, when missing the dialogue. I still enjoyed the shows, but only recently I have close caption on everything I watch, I catch all the words. I know it probably does not seem like much, but some of these movies is like watching for the first time, because I really understand it all, in ways that were impossible before. Most movies, certainly most television, ya, ain't missing nothin', however it's those meaningful shows that make you think, it's like I'm hearing them for the first time. Compare this to watching your favorite music on the television with the music silenced, or watching dancers with the mute button on. You can still see your favorite musical group, watch the dancers but . . . that ain't good enough is it.
One other thing in todays world is . . . There is this new worker where I work, I've never seen such a person as her. I guess her to be in her fifties. A nervous Nellie I suppose. She has had an incredibly rough time at learning, what I call a simple job. To watch her work makes me nervous! In the break room she never sits still, is up and about doing everything it seems. This got me to thinkin', sorry I can't help it! After a hard day's, actually, night of labor. I can look forward to such a simple thing as relaxing. Can this woman? I really doubt it!
What I'm getting at here, is, I have learned to relax, and understand meaningful things, such as all the dialogue, for the first time in my life. How so? I have found my way through words. Had I not, have taken this adventure ride, I have been on for a few years I would never of learned how to relax in such a meaningful way!
Working in factories all my life, there has always been fast pace, pressure. That pace carries over to everyday life, unwillingly so. I know you out there know what I mean! It's not the hard work that kills us, it's the mental frenzy.
To come home and relax, to understand the dialogue, completely, with dialogue worthwhile, it is wonderful. I'm doing that for the first time in my life and I'm an old man.
MY HOPE IS TO LET YOU RELAX, MAYBE A GRIN OR TWO. IF ONLY TO COME VISIT MY SITE OVER AND OVER AGAIN, SAYING TO YOURSELF, "LET'S SEE WHAT'S ON GLENVIEW TODAY, WELL . . . I'M TOUCHED!
Wednesday, January 8, 2014
Peter and Paul
Temperature is - 6 as I write this! Luckily this bitterly cold weather, is only going to visit, for a couple days. Thank goodness for little things. A little dab of this crap will do ol' Glen for another 30 years, then I'll be dead and won't feel nothing"! Oh no! I'm not going to go on, any more about that! Two things that should never be discussed is you know, religion and politics. I'm not going to touch upon that, at least I think not. This post has only just begun, and it's also true, I never know where my mind will take, me and you. I like taking you on trips with me, sure beats an empty page! ( I'm not sure if I meant that as humor or as a smart ass! I'll have to write on to see!)
CAUTION . . . I HAVE NUMB NUTS FROM THE COLD . . ., DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING I MIGHT SAY, AS ANYTHING, OTHER THAN ME HAVING SOME FUN!!!!!!!!!
Politics, why is it that people get so upset about politics, Seems like the saying, "robbing Peter to pay Paul."
Now that I think about it, Peter and Paul are names out of the bible right?
Is there a cherished book, the Politicians use?
When Politicians are sworn in, don't they use a bible?
Politicians, seem to have plenty of money, people donate to the Politicians of their liking, do they not?
Seems to me, Religions have plenty of money. I read where the largest, had so many holdings around the world, paintings, valuable artifacts, so on, and so forth, with so much value, no one can truly figure their worth. Can this be true?
I should not of gotten, on these two subjects, I had to open these two doors which, I vowed to keep shut! Oh, hell! Since I've started, I may as well go with it! Whether it be wise, or not, makes no difference here on Glenview!
Don't we have freedom of speech? Oops I'm writing and thinkin', it should be freedom of thought!
We still have that don't we? I'm not SURE!
No! I believe we still have freedom of thought, I THINK!
It's saying what you think you believe . . . that gets you into trouble!
What the hell is this political correctness?
I cannot think of anything . . . correct . . . about Politics!
I remember learning about politics at a very young age, I overheard my dad saying, "the mayor is full of shit!"
I think, therefore, I do not know!
Seems, I'm stuck and don't know where to go from here, I'm confused!
We all, seem to know the best political party, the big fat one, or the skinny stubborn one.
Both seem rather stupid to me! Elephants are big, and can suck a damn dry ! That's why there's so much dry land where they roam!
On the other hand, mules, donkeys, jackasses are stubborn. I've known few mules, but one hell of a lot of jackasses.
Politics and Religion, you can go to school and study both. I find that really . . . interesting!
What do I think about each?
That's the interesting part. I believe that most believe in the way their brought up. Most likely parents and grandparents thoughts, trickle down, to the next generation. If it was good enough for grandpa Jacob, then it's good enough for me. That also works with religion, I think!
My summation on politics and religion. Stay away from them, NEVER talk about them! The dumber you are the better.
In closing. I read in the new-se-paper, just today where scientist have tuned the Hubble telescope, so that it can, and does look back 13 billion years. I say, "hubba. hubba, hubba!!!"
Politicians take credit for creating this, from tax dollars!
Religion sees God's creativity!
THIS IS ONE HELLUVA A WAY TO MAKE A LIVING AIN'T IT?
CAUTION . . . I HAVE NUMB NUTS FROM THE COLD . . ., DO NOT TAKE ANYTHING I MIGHT SAY, AS ANYTHING, OTHER THAN ME HAVING SOME FUN!!!!!!!!!
Politics, why is it that people get so upset about politics, Seems like the saying, "robbing Peter to pay Paul."
Now that I think about it, Peter and Paul are names out of the bible right?
Is there a cherished book, the Politicians use?
When Politicians are sworn in, don't they use a bible?
Politicians, seem to have plenty of money, people donate to the Politicians of their liking, do they not?
Seems to me, Religions have plenty of money. I read where the largest, had so many holdings around the world, paintings, valuable artifacts, so on, and so forth, with so much value, no one can truly figure their worth. Can this be true?
I should not of gotten, on these two subjects, I had to open these two doors which, I vowed to keep shut! Oh, hell! Since I've started, I may as well go with it! Whether it be wise, or not, makes no difference here on Glenview!
Don't we have freedom of speech? Oops I'm writing and thinkin', it should be freedom of thought!
We still have that don't we? I'm not SURE!
No! I believe we still have freedom of thought, I THINK!
It's saying what you think you believe . . . that gets you into trouble!
What the hell is this political correctness?
I cannot think of anything . . . correct . . . about Politics!
I remember learning about politics at a very young age, I overheard my dad saying, "the mayor is full of shit!"
I think, therefore, I do not know!
Seems, I'm stuck and don't know where to go from here, I'm confused!
We all, seem to know the best political party, the big fat one, or the skinny stubborn one.
Both seem rather stupid to me! Elephants are big, and can suck a damn dry ! That's why there's so much dry land where they roam!
On the other hand, mules, donkeys, jackasses are stubborn. I've known few mules, but one hell of a lot of jackasses.
Politics and Religion, you can go to school and study both. I find that really . . . interesting!
What do I think about each?
That's the interesting part. I believe that most believe in the way their brought up. Most likely parents and grandparents thoughts, trickle down, to the next generation. If it was good enough for grandpa Jacob, then it's good enough for me. That also works with religion, I think!
My summation on politics and religion. Stay away from them, NEVER talk about them! The dumber you are the better.
In closing. I read in the new-se-paper, just today where scientist have tuned the Hubble telescope, so that it can, and does look back 13 billion years. I say, "hubba. hubba, hubba!!!"
Politicians take credit for creating this, from tax dollars!
Religion sees God's creativity!
THIS IS ONE HELLUVA A WAY TO MAKE A LIVING AIN'T IT?
Monday, January 6, 2014
Brrr . . . it sure is COLD!!!
It's 0 degrees, a stout north wind howls, this here old fella don't like it, one bit. (The old fella be me . . . HI!)
I went to the grocery for necessities, before the storm. You know like, pringles, peanut butter, jelly, popcorn, essential stuff . . ,. to sustain life! I thought, "I'll pick up some batteries, a flashlight, some candles."
I had a good laugh, I bought a bag of ice. An artic blast of air with record cold air is, bearing down, why ice, hum? I have city water, and is pumped from an underground lake. It's really good water, but . . . them "assholes" put chlorine in it. Yes, I drink it! My ice maker has been acting funny, old, I reckon, like me. I don't like coffee, nor any drink that's hot . . . never did! WHY? Hell . . . I don't know, I'm old, give a person with wisenheimers, a break! Any how . . . after the ice melts in my tea, lemonade, water, whatever, it taste funny. I like purchased ice better.
I could place a Coca-Cola outside right now and it would be the perfect temperature in just a few minutes. I'd be drinking that thing and shivering in my long underwear. Seems drafty on my legs in the winter, if I don't wear sweats or long underwear. Another old thing, I hate it!
My furnace sure runs a lot, hope it don't give out, and I don't lose electricity. Had all new windows and doors put on this summer, hope they'll help.
Others were purchasing eggs, milk, bread, stupid stuff you know! If you lose electricity you can't cook them eggs. Bread by itself, yuck! Milk's okay, but what if you have no peanut butter and jelly?
My dog wants out, you should of seen him do his business, in fast motion, looked like he was hovering above the snow, and shot back to the door a barkin', so as I wouldn't forget him. He went to his bed and covered himself up, probably thinking about hibernating for the rest of the winter. That was an hour ago, he's still under there! He's probably letting his animal instincts tell him, "if I don't drink, nor eat, I can stay under this blanket for quite a spell, and dream about butterflies, sticks and chasing wabbits!" If I were smart like him, I'd call in for a few days, like until the temperature gets above freezing. It's going to be pop-sicle ass cold, for the next couple days.
Anybody's . . . body, is stiffer, and will get frozen in this kind of temperature. "Frost bite in 10 minutes the weather channel says!" I've not needed gloves, until now! Don't need them going from my house, to my S. U. V. and to work. SHITE!!! My mountaineer has a heated seat, for my cold arse! Are we spoiled or what? My first automobile was a 53 Buick, I paid $75.00 dollars from money saved from a paper route. Top of line in its day, age had taken a toll on the heater. It did put out much heat, when it really got cold, you'd have to let it heat up, for quite a spell. Really, it was a good old car. I hope someone thinks that way about me, now!
It's -2 as I type this the latest forecast, which I just checked, calls for a high today, of -8. Whew-wee . . . get out the suntan lotion for the Eskimos!!!
So to put this temperature into perspective . . . stick your head in a freezer!
WARNING! ALERT! PLEASE don't do that!!!
I need a taco or something to lighten this post up!!! Brrr. . . my feet are cold and I hate that feeling!
Oh! I just remembered something, a true story and it's about me. About five years into my marriage, we moved into an old farm house. Since I had access to wood, I bought a Baby Bear wood stove, it was a good one! We loved it, used it in our new home for many years. Something about the light smell of wood smoke, watching a fire in the dead of winter, the crackling of wood, soothing! A oak log pops, scaring the bee-gee-bees out of you!
I'd been outside for quite a spell in the dead of winter, my feet were cold. I grab a book and lie in front of the woodstove with the screen on, so I could watch the fire and read. About as relaxing as one can get except for my feet freezing! It began to snow and we have a double, full length glass doors that face west. Follow this now. I have on insulated socks and house slippers. I have my feet as close to the wood stove as they can get. I actually had them under this wood stove. I'm reading enjoying my book, lying on a blanket with a pillow propping my head up, man was I feeling good!
There is a ledge across the front of the wood stove, a very heavy sturdy one at that. I turn over and place my feet upon it, just a few inches from the fire, ya see! I'm immersed in this book, warm fuzzies, running through my body. I'm like toast, warming up, before it gets too hot, you know what I'm a sayin'! One of the things I really like about this kind of heat. Your cold, you walk right up to it, and Sha-zam! You can toast your buns, right quick!
Okay by now you can see where this story is going!!! I'm reading, lying on my comforter in front of the wood stove, snow is a fallin'. My book is good. I'm as close to a heaven as one can be!!! I fall asleep . . , yes I did! I wake up with a start the smell of shoes was in the air, my feet are a smokin'! I kid you not my brothers and sisters . . . my feet, er, a, smokin'! There toasting baby!
Saturday, January 4, 2014
nO nEW yEAR'S rESOLUTION, nOPE!!!
I'm going to practice my typing, every day. One hour a day, every day for 365 days, yep . . . I'm going to do it! I want to be able to type faster, because . . . my mind is moving, so much faster, than my fingers, I absolutely, positively, hate that! I want, to push it, to the limit, to see where my mind can go! Right now my miserable typing, is in control. The words I screw up are underlined in red, and that throws me off. "Reminds me too much of my teachers, and . . . the dreaded RED corrections!" I stop dead, in my tracks, my heart rate increases, go back and fix them. I fool around so much. I want, the correcting gizmos, to stay the hell away! This is the reason I don't want any kind of correcting teacher crap!!! I lose my thoughts! I know "you thought I was silly now!" Before Mr. Red Underlining, I just let 'er rip, then I would go back and Glenview it, or correct the words thru the spell checky, ya know! Mr. Spell Check I could turn on, or off, but some where's along the line, this damn red underling thing started. It could be something I did, and . . . that's my bet, but . . . I don't want the S. O. B. okay!!! I don't know diddly-squat about computers. I just want to have some fun, and type the stuff that's in my fricking HEAD!!! ( Oh my . . . I hope, I didn't come on too strong, and scare you! But that's the whole truth and nothing but the truth!!!
I have no clue, as to what kind of writing I do. Don't want to, because I just go with the flow of whatever is peeking out from behind the curtain. (And a I have, a lot, o curtains, to choose from!) It's fun and makes me relax. Don't want no labels, hanging on me!
Automatic, writing, spirit writing, (My ass!) There's not one spirit, that would channel through me, no way, no how! I wouldn't let 'em! It's all me, baby! I have many curtains in my head, always have, they're the ones, I wish to share!
I don't call it inspirational writing, soul writing, it's just me having a good time, releasing my emotions, because it's fun! I admit to finding some of my meandering, laughable. It's a cleansing of the mind thing! In the beginning, it was so damn frustrating. I gave up several times. If I've learned one thing, it's stick-to-it! Yes! My typing's improving, but I want the rest, just to see where this road takes me! (Just like Star Trek "I wish to go where no one's gone before!)
A few posts back I wrote about a snow. Tonight, as I walk through the Pearly Gates, the snowflakes are extremely large, like that snow, I wrote about titled, "The Big Snow." The wet snow sticks to the trees, falling at a brisk pace. The kind you rarely see, I was captivated, enjoying, the moment to its fullest. I said, "man . . . this would be a good time to get me a taco and just chill out!!! As I travel the road, as of yet, un-traveled, I love, breaking new tracks! Umm, umm, magnificent, makes you feel like, the only one in the world! I watch the state trucks plowing snow, we're only suppose to get 3 to 4 inches, a passable snow. The white blanket, covers all, hiding evidence of man!. For a spell everything's appears so clean, so beautiful! A nice feeling, I wish, I could bottle it! Ahhh!!! Non the less, I must, come back to reality. It sticks for tonight. A fresh breath of amazement, beats reality! Right?
TO THAT I SAY, BYE BYE. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN!!! gLEN . . .
I have no clue, as to what kind of writing I do. Don't want to, because I just go with the flow of whatever is peeking out from behind the curtain. (And a I have, a lot, o curtains, to choose from!) It's fun and makes me relax. Don't want no labels, hanging on me!
Automatic, writing, spirit writing, (My ass!) There's not one spirit, that would channel through me, no way, no how! I wouldn't let 'em! It's all me, baby! I have many curtains in my head, always have, they're the ones, I wish to share!
I don't call it inspirational writing, soul writing, it's just me having a good time, releasing my emotions, because it's fun! I admit to finding some of my meandering, laughable. It's a cleansing of the mind thing! In the beginning, it was so damn frustrating. I gave up several times. If I've learned one thing, it's stick-to-it! Yes! My typing's improving, but I want the rest, just to see where this road takes me! (Just like Star Trek "I wish to go where no one's gone before!)
A few posts back I wrote about a snow. Tonight, as I walk through the Pearly Gates, the snowflakes are extremely large, like that snow, I wrote about titled, "The Big Snow." The wet snow sticks to the trees, falling at a brisk pace. The kind you rarely see, I was captivated, enjoying, the moment to its fullest. I said, "man . . . this would be a good time to get me a taco and just chill out!!! As I travel the road, as of yet, un-traveled, I love, breaking new tracks! Umm, umm, magnificent, makes you feel like, the only one in the world! I watch the state trucks plowing snow, we're only suppose to get 3 to 4 inches, a passable snow. The white blanket, covers all, hiding evidence of man!. For a spell everything's appears so clean, so beautiful! A nice feeling, I wish, I could bottle it! Ahhh!!! Non the less, I must, come back to reality. It sticks for tonight. A fresh breath of amazement, beats reality! Right?
TO THAT I SAY, BYE BYE. UNTIL WE MEET AGAIN!!! gLEN . . .
Wednesday, January 1, 2014
OLD AGE, AND BOREDOM!
I find myself bored sometimes, at this earlier hour of the morning. Seems to me weekends anymore is mainly relaxing. Nothing wrong with relaxing, it just seems, I now need the whole weekend to get my tired, aching, old body rested enough, to do it again, the rounds are getting tougher!
Went to the Doctor, my blood pressure was higher than it's ever been. I find that rather amazing, because I've been as even keeled, as ever in my entire life. I take several blood pressure medicines. I get plenty of rest . . . I must, because my tired body rebels. By Friday night I'm exhausted from workin', and what the Doc. calls, chronic anemia. I have other miscellaneous disorders, of which I ainna complaining. You know, aging, SUCKS! Many of my friends have passed on, and I'm still a workin', fool! (Have to! Ignorance as far as my money manager in my younger years, that be me! ) I still enjoy working, it's the side effects, aches, pains, the arthritis in every fucking joint! (I need to smoke a joint to feel better! Just a kiddin', I don't smoke! Maybe I should start!)
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Sometimes, as I lie awake in bed counting the aches and pains, my body fight's its war against me, I think to myself, "is this it? Is this the last chapter, if so, I wanna go in my sleep, peacefully," you know! (I DO NOT want the hospital to add a new wing, from money used to keep me ALIVE!!!)
Mind, my peace of soul, has peaked! Yet, when body rebels, cries out, you can't ignore it!
I was so happy getting off of work Friday night I could cry . . . the thought was so good, it gave me the warm fuzzies. ( You know what I mean! )
"Why am I bored?" Thanks for asking.
That feelings of dejavu, sometimes, overwhelm this old soldier of life! What once come, soo fricking easy, now's a struggle! I can still do the job at work, but am forced to push myself, beyond my decaying body.
I see younger ones with such fluidity! (Which they should be, as I was once!) Yet, they do not understand! How can they, their mere babes in life! Still living in the warm comfort, of their mother's, protection! Having never experienced the many dark shadows of life!
Do you sense jealous in my words?
Ya, damn tootin, brothers and sisters!!!!!
I, an old man, slip deeper into the grave, every day, watch, as responsibilities, I've take seriously, be, but water, off their backs! Nothing, to them!
I've always, gave all, that's all I've ever known, never had a choice, I know no other way! No free handouts given to me!
No, don't take me wrong, I'm not complaining! 'Tis has made me, whatever . . . I, is . . . (Don't answer that in your mind, what, yee think, I be, 'cause, I'm still, figuring it out!!! That be the purpose of Glenview, I reckon!)
I hate no one! That's not true! Sometimes I hate myself, for what I am! A tired old man with too many emotions, thoughts. Is that wrong?
I love to write with about the funnies of life. I cannot dwell there forever, can I?
There is a flip side to us, has to be, we're only human, whatever that's suppose to mean.
I dare to be quiet, keeping my mouth, my mind contained, but I am not as a ship with all tethers tightly tethered, against the storms, the never ending battles, that challenge our very being!!!
I have been working on this post for a week or two, not knowing, whether I'll publish it or not.
The excitement that once was, has left me. Stolen, for safe keeping, I suppose! I don't reckon it'll do me one bit of good, when I'm dead huh?
YES I'M BORED!!! BORED NOT OF LIVING . . . BORED TO DEATH . . ,. OF WHAT LIVING HAS COME TOO!!! SEEMS, I'M CONFINED TO MY, REALITY OF REALITIES. WORK AND THE EMBECILES THAT RULE!
THE SLOW PACE COMFORTS OF HOME, ALLOW ME TO KEEP ON LIVING. TO GO OUT AND ABOUT INTO THE DAILY TRIBULATIONS OF LIFE, I'D RATHER BE DEAD! I CAN NO LONGER BEAR, THE NORMALCIES, OF THIS, ILL-NORMAL WORLD. I FIND IT SOO????
I ENJOY THE FRUITS OF WORKING! MY BODY, INSTEAD OF BEING TIGHT, LIKE AS A CLINCHED FIST, IN ANGER, LOOSENS UP, ENJOYING THE RUDIMENTARY CHALLENGES. DAMN! IT BE THE PEOPLES BAGGAGE, THAT GALLS MY MIND! I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN, ANY FURTHER, I'M SURE YOU THE NORMAL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, MUST ALSO PUT UP WITH THE SAME BORING, EVERY DAY SHITE!!! I APPLAUD YOU, FOR, WE ARE THE WORLD BABY!!!!
I'M NOT A WISE MAN, JUST WISE ENOUGH TO SEE THROUGH MOST OF THE BULLSHIT!!! SEEMS, LIFE'S A RODEO, FULL OF WILD HORSES AND CRAZY-ASS BULLS! SOME OF US, ARE THE RODEO CLOWNS, ATTEMPTING TO SAVE SOME DAREDEVIL ASSES, FROM DESTRUCTION. MOST OF US ARE THE FANS IN THE STANDS PAYING TO WATCH WAR, IN THE ENCLOSED ARENA. WE BUY OUR BEER, GET DRUNK AND WATCH THE WORLD INSIDE A CONTROLLED ARENA!
Went to the Doctor, my blood pressure was higher than it's ever been. I find that rather amazing, because I've been as even keeled, as ever in my entire life. I take several blood pressure medicines. I get plenty of rest . . . I must, because my tired body rebels. By Friday night I'm exhausted from workin', and what the Doc. calls, chronic anemia. I have other miscellaneous disorders, of which I ainna complaining. You know, aging, SUCKS! Many of my friends have passed on, and I'm still a workin', fool! (Have to! Ignorance as far as my money manager in my younger years, that be me! ) I still enjoy working, it's the side effects, aches, pains, the arthritis in every fucking joint! (I need to smoke a joint to feel better! Just a kiddin', I don't smoke! Maybe I should start!)
'
Sometimes, as I lie awake in bed counting the aches and pains, my body fight's its war against me, I think to myself, "is this it? Is this the last chapter, if so, I wanna go in my sleep, peacefully," you know! (I DO NOT want the hospital to add a new wing, from money used to keep me ALIVE!!!)
Mind, my peace of soul, has peaked! Yet, when body rebels, cries out, you can't ignore it!
I was so happy getting off of work Friday night I could cry . . . the thought was so good, it gave me the warm fuzzies. ( You know what I mean! )
"Why am I bored?" Thanks for asking.
That feelings of dejavu, sometimes, overwhelm this old soldier of life! What once come, soo fricking easy, now's a struggle! I can still do the job at work, but am forced to push myself, beyond my decaying body.
I see younger ones with such fluidity! (Which they should be, as I was once!) Yet, they do not understand! How can they, their mere babes in life! Still living in the warm comfort, of their mother's, protection! Having never experienced the many dark shadows of life!
Do you sense jealous in my words?
Ya, damn tootin, brothers and sisters!!!!!
I, an old man, slip deeper into the grave, every day, watch, as responsibilities, I've take seriously, be, but water, off their backs! Nothing, to them!
I've always, gave all, that's all I've ever known, never had a choice, I know no other way! No free handouts given to me!
No, don't take me wrong, I'm not complaining! 'Tis has made me, whatever . . . I, is . . . (Don't answer that in your mind, what, yee think, I be, 'cause, I'm still, figuring it out!!! That be the purpose of Glenview, I reckon!)
I hate no one! That's not true! Sometimes I hate myself, for what I am! A tired old man with too many emotions, thoughts. Is that wrong?
I love to write with about the funnies of life. I cannot dwell there forever, can I?
There is a flip side to us, has to be, we're only human, whatever that's suppose to mean.
I dare to be quiet, keeping my mouth, my mind contained, but I am not as a ship with all tethers tightly tethered, against the storms, the never ending battles, that challenge our very being!!!
I have been working on this post for a week or two, not knowing, whether I'll publish it or not.
The excitement that once was, has left me. Stolen, for safe keeping, I suppose! I don't reckon it'll do me one bit of good, when I'm dead huh?
YES I'M BORED!!! BORED NOT OF LIVING . . . BORED TO DEATH . . ,. OF WHAT LIVING HAS COME TOO!!! SEEMS, I'M CONFINED TO MY, REALITY OF REALITIES. WORK AND THE EMBECILES THAT RULE!
THE SLOW PACE COMFORTS OF HOME, ALLOW ME TO KEEP ON LIVING. TO GO OUT AND ABOUT INTO THE DAILY TRIBULATIONS OF LIFE, I'D RATHER BE DEAD! I CAN NO LONGER BEAR, THE NORMALCIES, OF THIS, ILL-NORMAL WORLD. I FIND IT SOO????
I ENJOY THE FRUITS OF WORKING! MY BODY, INSTEAD OF BEING TIGHT, LIKE AS A CLINCHED FIST, IN ANGER, LOOSENS UP, ENJOYING THE RUDIMENTARY CHALLENGES. DAMN! IT BE THE PEOPLES BAGGAGE, THAT GALLS MY MIND! I DON'T HAVE TO EXPLAIN, ANY FURTHER, I'M SURE YOU THE NORMAL PEOPLE OF THE WORLD, MUST ALSO PUT UP WITH THE SAME BORING, EVERY DAY SHITE!!! I APPLAUD YOU, FOR, WE ARE THE WORLD BABY!!!!
I'M NOT A WISE MAN, JUST WISE ENOUGH TO SEE THROUGH MOST OF THE BULLSHIT!!! SEEMS, LIFE'S A RODEO, FULL OF WILD HORSES AND CRAZY-ASS BULLS! SOME OF US, ARE THE RODEO CLOWNS, ATTEMPTING TO SAVE SOME DAREDEVIL ASSES, FROM DESTRUCTION. MOST OF US ARE THE FANS IN THE STANDS PAYING TO WATCH WAR, IN THE ENCLOSED ARENA. WE BUY OUR BEER, GET DRUNK AND WATCH THE WORLD INSIDE A CONTROLLED ARENA!
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