HELLO IT'S ME, I'VE BEEN AWAY, FOR A LONG, LONG, TIME!
Many a thoughts have been swirling in my head, but I'm never near my computer when they do.
The title popped into my head Saturday in the wee hours of the morning as I try to rest my old, tired, body from pushing it beyond, where it doesn't wish to go. It was firing back at me, lobbing many a cannonballs into injuries accumulated over my lifetime. The accumulation of life has a way of taking a toll, don't it. Ya see I be in my sixties but My mind doesn't know it. I love to push myself beyond what my body can take. Why? I love the high that is released from pushing myself. Release them endorphins, adrenalin, make them synapses fire like it's fourth of July, or whatever that takes place in my mind creating a rush that I absolutely love. (Oh shit! Right now yer thinking "that old fart has crashed, and no amount of rebooting, or a boot up the anal cavity can save him!") No, no, no I'm going to attempt to explain myself. I have all these thoughts and emotions swirling like the Colorado River as people ride the white water for the thrill, agony to defeat seemingly undefeatable, to rise beyond ourselves to conquer the river and the day to day obstacles as we age. (WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT? YIKES! I DON'T KNOW, BUT IT SURE FEEL GOOD BROTHERS AND SISTERS! AMEN TO THAT! FEELS SO RIGHT, I HAVE BEEN AWAY TOO LONG! I'MMA MAKING A COMEBACK TONIGHT!!!"
Damn! I be wandering, but that's me, as I get to my point.
Tiredness of any kind, ainna good! No sir! As a child we played until we were plum tuckered out. Then we slept right nice. All that playing and release of energy was good for us.
Well now, flash forward and we're adults and we must get a job to earn our keep. Working for the man every night and day. Marriage, children, work, chores, children = tiredness, yep we are adults. We're young, we handle it somehow. As we age we notice aches and pains, oopsey, a sign of what's to come. (Yippee!)
Well now to get on with my story. Them aches and pains don't get NO BETTER! Them aches and pains have to be lived with, yep! Part of life, accept it and move on. Them damn aches and pains sometimes need more than a two day weekend, like this weekend!!! Tiredness of the old worn out body needs more than a little grease in them joints! There worn out, BABY! Yet I go day to day, have to, must to see another day. Can't give up, no sir!
Mind tires from strains of worry, fighting, mental scars accumulated, that never heal. Well maybe scar tissue heal slightly, but they'll rise again! Can't keep them mental scars down, can we? Well some try to drink and do other such foolhardiness. We must cope somehow and we do, life goes on. Not the way we want, but hey it's a life!
Tiredness from working the brain in a office is tiring, of that I'm sure. That mind get's so fricking tired, ya can't look at that monitor, or data. When my old mind get's so tired it just goes ka-put! Yes it does!
NOW I'VE GONE ON ABOUT THE BODY AND THE MIND, MY FAVORITE PART OF THIS LITTLE POST IS GONNA BE ABOUT THE SOUL. DOES THE SOUL GET TIRED?
MAN OH MAN! IT SURE GET'S A WORKOUT SOMETIMES, DON'T IT?
CALL IT THE SOUL, THE SPIRIT, IT BE THE NEVER ENDING ATTITUDE, FORTITUDE, THE FIRE OF A PERSON! YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!
I MAY TESTIFY TO Y'ALL A WEE BIT TONIGHT. DON'T MIND DO YOU?
I HAVE OVERCOME ADVERSITY IN THE LAST SIX MONTHS OR SO. AMEN TO THAT BROTHERS AND SISTERS! I HAVE SUFFERED MUCH TIREDNESS OF THE BODY AND MIND! YES I HAVE! FOUGHT FOR THINGS, ALREADY PROMISED. SHOWED WHOOM . . . I AM AT THE AGE WHEN RETIREMENT SHOULD BE CONSIDERED. MY SOUL IS STILL EIGHTEEN, WHILE MY BODY CRUMBLES, AND MY MIND FLUTTERS, OCCASIONALLY. THE FIRE IN MY GUT STILL BURNS, AS I STOKE THE COALS OF MY SOUL. FOR WHEN THE FIRE WITHIN DIES . . .WELL NOW MANY THINGS HAVE BEEN SAID ABOUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER THE LAST HEART BEAT. I'M NOT READY TO FIND OUT!
MY GOAL, AND I KNOW NOW, THAT I NEED THIS GOAL, IS TO GET BACK TO 15 TO 20 POSTS A MONTH. FOR WITHOUT THAT, THE TIREDNESS MAY SOMEDAY WIN!!!
Sunday, June 30, 2013
Sunday, June 9, 2013
IS THIS ALL THERE IS?
Here I am again, as I try to get a new schedule for my . . whatever it is I do! Hope you don't mind. I have had wayyy, too much fun in the past, as I attempt to stretch my mind. Like a rubber band stretched too the max, I'm gonna snap. Naah, got to have something to work with, to be pushed to the max. I just wanna have fun, yep that be me.
My thinking is . . .? If, I set aside a certain time of the evening, say from 7 PM to 8 PM and let my mind wander fer a spell, maybe, just, maybe I'll kick start my engine once more. I certainly hope so, I miss letting my thoughts take me anywhere and everywhere. I think that has been my self help manual in recent years.
It has become my absolutelyiest, favoritiest, funnest, thing to do, in a long, long time.
Take the barriers down, shout up into the heavens. I gotta be me, I gotta be me!
A few years back I ask myself, "is this all there is?" You know . . . one ages. Well the body does, not the mind! "That in a nutshell may be the problem hey?"
I needed something I just didn't know what. I reckon I needed a challenge. No longer able to do the physical hobbies I once could. Age had boondoggled me. (I have no idee [Meant to use idee!] where that boondoggled word come from!) (((Well that's not entirely true you know. It's out-ta my head but for that word to come to the store front [Once more meant to!] at that particular second intrigues me and makes this endeavor of mine so fricking fun, I sometimes can hardly stand it!!!)))
My definition of boondoggle would be, stuck in a rut and unable to go forward.
My dictionary says. Boondoggle, a trifling, or pointless project. Well I'll be durn, it does make sense don't it?
It is the challenge that drives me, an ordinary person. Am I right? What would life be without a challenge. No, no, no, I'm not talking bout the daily menial challenges that make me cuss, that hinder us every day! I say to them, shake your head, count to, one hundred and ten, then laugh. "BABY, it donna, matta what others think!"
I think back fondly about me wanting to write. Simply put, I believe most logically, it was my way of expelling my demons. Pent up demons with nowhere to roam, stuck inside my lifetime accumulation. You know what I mean don't you? Sure you do. The focus of learning, creating, challenge, has enabled me to see, to learn, to grow beyond my corral of childhood.
I read a poem today and was aghast by its simplistic beauty. This poem amplified so wonderfully by the adjoining picture with water movement. I cannot write poems, but damn I love beauty. That's what living is about? Yes! it is!!!
As you know, I write what I feel, and that has become my salvation in recent years. The challenge of me learning to type at my age, when I could just sit on the porch drinking lemonade and whiskey ain't for me, nope, nada.
"We win by challenging the challenge" (and I know you know what I'm saying!) "The winning is living another day, years, with purpose in our lives. What is life without purpose?" Please ask yourself that question."
I KOW, AND HOPE TO EXPLORE THAT IN AS MANY WAYS AND IN MANY TYPES OF MEANING, UNTIL THE DAY I DIE, HERE ON GLENVIEW. Until we meet again, this will be a forever continuing project of mine and mind.
My thinking is . . .? If, I set aside a certain time of the evening, say from 7 PM to 8 PM and let my mind wander fer a spell, maybe, just, maybe I'll kick start my engine once more. I certainly hope so, I miss letting my thoughts take me anywhere and everywhere. I think that has been my self help manual in recent years.
It has become my absolutelyiest, favoritiest, funnest, thing to do, in a long, long time.
Take the barriers down, shout up into the heavens. I gotta be me, I gotta be me!
A few years back I ask myself, "is this all there is?" You know . . . one ages. Well the body does, not the mind! "That in a nutshell may be the problem hey?"
I needed something I just didn't know what. I reckon I needed a challenge. No longer able to do the physical hobbies I once could. Age had boondoggled me. (I have no idee [Meant to use idee!] where that boondoggled word come from!) (((Well that's not entirely true you know. It's out-ta my head but for that word to come to the store front [Once more meant to!] at that particular second intrigues me and makes this endeavor of mine so fricking fun, I sometimes can hardly stand it!!!)))
My definition of boondoggle would be, stuck in a rut and unable to go forward.
My dictionary says. Boondoggle, a trifling, or pointless project. Well I'll be durn, it does make sense don't it?
It is the challenge that drives me, an ordinary person. Am I right? What would life be without a challenge. No, no, no, I'm not talking bout the daily menial challenges that make me cuss, that hinder us every day! I say to them, shake your head, count to, one hundred and ten, then laugh. "BABY, it donna, matta what others think!"
I think back fondly about me wanting to write. Simply put, I believe most logically, it was my way of expelling my demons. Pent up demons with nowhere to roam, stuck inside my lifetime accumulation. You know what I mean don't you? Sure you do. The focus of learning, creating, challenge, has enabled me to see, to learn, to grow beyond my corral of childhood.
I read a poem today and was aghast by its simplistic beauty. This poem amplified so wonderfully by the adjoining picture with water movement. I cannot write poems, but damn I love beauty. That's what living is about? Yes! it is!!!
As you know, I write what I feel, and that has become my salvation in recent years. The challenge of me learning to type at my age, when I could just sit on the porch drinking lemonade and whiskey ain't for me, nope, nada.
"We win by challenging the challenge" (and I know you know what I'm saying!) "The winning is living another day, years, with purpose in our lives. What is life without purpose?" Please ask yourself that question."
I KOW, AND HOPE TO EXPLORE THAT IN AS MANY WAYS AND IN MANY TYPES OF MEANING, UNTIL THE DAY I DIE, HERE ON GLENVIEW. Until we meet again, this will be a forever continuing project of mine and mind.
Wednesday, June 5, 2013
Heere's Glenny!!!
Well now, my fingers feel like they need to do some walking.
Many moons ago there was a commercial about letting your fingers do some walking in the yellow pages of the phone book. How ancient is that?
I go through the break room today and two young-ins, as in around 20, were zig-zagging and giving them little plastic gadgets a mighty workout. I'm convinced the future will bring a new kind of Doctor. A Fricking @#%&ing Finger Specialist, fixing the gadget users use, of over used finger playing, or whatever the @#$% you wanna call it!
Us old fogeys are worried about arthritis robbing our fingers. Either the fingers will be worn out at the age of 50 on the younger generation, OR them fingers will balloon up from use. Like steroids increasing weightlifters. (Using the middle finger, as a message will certainly intensify the meaning won't it?)
AH, HA, HA, HA, Imagine along with me. (Please try, if not, I have an imagination big enough for all of us!)
Huge oversized fingers. "Holy shit Batman!" says Robin.
See how one thing can lead and does . . . in me mind.
Okaaaaaaaaaaaay enough of that crap! My finger is so tired from actual working, it stuck on the a, and my other fingers had to help. See what arthritis does to the old-uns!
I lost this post before I ever got it!
What be new in your neck of the woods? Same O, same O right?
Work is okay. Work is . . . work, ya know.
I'm trying to formulate me a new nightly routine. I get off work in time to enjoy a television show. I'm an addict, yep! I like watching reruns of The Big Bang Theory. (Don't tell no one, this will be our little secret! OKAY?) If it wasn't for them !@#$ing commercials it would be as good as meditation! I get me some ice water, sit in me easy chair, and before me old ass hit's the cushion, my new dog Jack is in me lap. Yep, don't get any better than that! After a hard day working in The Looney Tune factory, with all the Loons, my relaxation moments . . . seem so, so, so GOOD! (My I. Q. goes down to !@#$ing moron during the commercials. I hit the mute button and try not to look.) Damn idiots, am I still typing?
Many moons ago there was a commercial about letting your fingers do some walking in the yellow pages of the phone book. How ancient is that?
I go through the break room today and two young-ins, as in around 20, were zig-zagging and giving them little plastic gadgets a mighty workout. I'm convinced the future will bring a new kind of Doctor. A Fricking @#%&ing Finger Specialist, fixing the gadget users use, of over used finger playing, or whatever the @#$% you wanna call it!
Us old fogeys are worried about arthritis robbing our fingers. Either the fingers will be worn out at the age of 50 on the younger generation, OR them fingers will balloon up from use. Like steroids increasing weightlifters. (Using the middle finger, as a message will certainly intensify the meaning won't it?)
AH, HA, HA, HA, Imagine along with me. (Please try, if not, I have an imagination big enough for all of us!)
Huge oversized fingers. "Holy shit Batman!" says Robin.
See how one thing can lead and does . . . in me mind.
Okaaaaaaaaaaaay enough of that crap! My finger is so tired from actual working, it stuck on the a, and my other fingers had to help. See what arthritis does to the old-uns!
I lost this post before I ever got it!
What be new in your neck of the woods? Same O, same O right?
Work is okay. Work is . . . work, ya know.
I'm trying to formulate me a new nightly routine. I get off work in time to enjoy a television show. I'm an addict, yep! I like watching reruns of The Big Bang Theory. (Don't tell no one, this will be our little secret! OKAY?) If it wasn't for them !@#$ing commercials it would be as good as meditation! I get me some ice water, sit in me easy chair, and before me old ass hit's the cushion, my new dog Jack is in me lap. Yep, don't get any better than that! After a hard day working in The Looney Tune factory, with all the Loons, my relaxation moments . . . seem so, so, so GOOD! (My I. Q. goes down to !@#$ing moron during the commercials. I hit the mute button and try not to look.) Damn idiots, am I still typing?
Monday, June 3, 2013
FOREVER YOUNG!
Relax . . . take a deep breath . . . breath out . . . Write whatever pops up.
Nothing, no, no, no. The word nothing. My brain has flat lined! How can this be? I thought I had many more years left in me brain! Have I come to the end of the canyon, against the place of no return? I cannot write about looking up where there is only walls leading straight up. I've gratuitously
followed this path to it's demise, please somebody get me old Roy Rogers and his trusty steed Trigger. A rope appears. Roy and Trigger saving me once again. I tie the rope firmly around my midsection, slowly, surely, the palomino without strain, pulls me to safety. I look at the beautiful four legged specimen, a glowing, golden mane blowing about from the stiff southern breeze. Roy packing his six guns, smiling at me. I hug old Roy with all I can muster. Lay my head on the stallions thick neck brushing him gently, feeling power and might, beyond comprehension They've saved me to write again, only blue skies and rolling hills to wander through, searching for the unanswerable answers, to the unanswerable questions. Against all odds a hero appears, asking for nothing seeking nothing. Put upon this earth to be a child's hero. (One never forgets the simplicity of youth.)
Wow what a dream, good feelings run through me body. Saved once again by the power of the mind. Good dreams forever until we meet again. Thanks Roy, Trigger!
HAPPY TRAILS MY FRIENDS UNTIL WE READ AGAIN........................ IS A DREAM MEANINGLESS? I DON'T THINK SO!!!!
Nothing, no, no, no. The word nothing. My brain has flat lined! How can this be? I thought I had many more years left in me brain! Have I come to the end of the canyon, against the place of no return? I cannot write about looking up where there is only walls leading straight up. I've gratuitously
followed this path to it's demise, please somebody get me old Roy Rogers and his trusty steed Trigger. A rope appears. Roy and Trigger saving me once again. I tie the rope firmly around my midsection, slowly, surely, the palomino without strain, pulls me to safety. I look at the beautiful four legged specimen, a glowing, golden mane blowing about from the stiff southern breeze. Roy packing his six guns, smiling at me. I hug old Roy with all I can muster. Lay my head on the stallions thick neck brushing him gently, feeling power and might, beyond comprehension They've saved me to write again, only blue skies and rolling hills to wander through, searching for the unanswerable answers, to the unanswerable questions. Against all odds a hero appears, asking for nothing seeking nothing. Put upon this earth to be a child's hero. (One never forgets the simplicity of youth.)
Wow what a dream, good feelings run through me body. Saved once again by the power of the mind. Good dreams forever until we meet again. Thanks Roy, Trigger!
HAPPY TRAILS MY FRIENDS UNTIL WE READ AGAIN........................ IS A DREAM MEANINGLESS? I DON'T THINK SO!!!!
Sunday, June 2, 2013
Bizzy as a Bee can Be!
HOWDY!!! First, yes I know, busy suppose to be busy. I like spelling it bizzy! Member now, you be reading Glenview. I lika to spella, how's I wanna.
Been busier than a swarm of honey bees buzzing around and making honey. Only I be a making money, yes I am! Working for the man every night. Oopsey I mean every day.
Excuse me as my allergies are bothering me. Well now I reckon you did not need to know that! But, but, but, My old eyes are puffed up and I look like former president Clinton's. (A wee funny place laugh here.)
If it ain't one thing it's another righto?
A few words from a song just boogyed into my cranium.
"My job's a pain, the kids have the flu, but it's sure nice writing to you!" That be my rip off of an old song by Harry Nielson, Harry Houdini or someone. Hell I don't know I just write it as I think it and that my dear friends is so much fun I can hardly stand it!
Well my job's not a pain, I actually like it. I keep real busy and time flies.
I been thinking a lot about why I like it. I come to this conclusion. I have been used to having responsibility all my life and like to sink my teeth into what I do. I'm not content to just exist and sit back and take it easy. I need a challenge to prove my self's worth. I cannot just sit back and ride the gravy train. Kinda silly isn't it? I need a challenge. I ain't dead yet!
One must roll with the punches heah?
Well know I started this escapade in whatever about 12 hours ago, but never got to complete my train of thought, I was off to a prime rib lunch. If I don't post what I have it'll be like other uncompleted posts. Then again I'm not sure I ever have completed posts. I'LL LET IT BE! Glen
Been busier than a swarm of honey bees buzzing around and making honey. Only I be a making money, yes I am! Working for the man every night. Oopsey I mean every day.
Excuse me as my allergies are bothering me. Well now I reckon you did not need to know that! But, but, but, My old eyes are puffed up and I look like former president Clinton's. (A wee funny place laugh here.)
If it ain't one thing it's another righto?
A few words from a song just boogyed into my cranium.
"My job's a pain, the kids have the flu, but it's sure nice writing to you!" That be my rip off of an old song by Harry Nielson, Harry Houdini or someone. Hell I don't know I just write it as I think it and that my dear friends is so much fun I can hardly stand it!
Well my job's not a pain, I actually like it. I keep real busy and time flies.
I been thinking a lot about why I like it. I come to this conclusion. I have been used to having responsibility all my life and like to sink my teeth into what I do. I'm not content to just exist and sit back and take it easy. I need a challenge to prove my self's worth. I cannot just sit back and ride the gravy train. Kinda silly isn't it? I need a challenge. I ain't dead yet!
One must roll with the punches heah?
Well know I started this escapade in whatever about 12 hours ago, but never got to complete my train of thought, I was off to a prime rib lunch. If I don't post what I have it'll be like other uncompleted posts. Then again I'm not sure I ever have completed posts. I'LL LET IT BE! Glen
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