Sunday, October 31, 2004
Now, click on comments and tell me a book you're reading now or a book you've read before that made a huge impact on you.
Saturday, October 30, 2004
Speaking of driving, I used to commute the Los Angeles freeways years ago. I would white knuckle it all the way to work and all the way home. One day on my way home, I was frantically jockeying for position between the two fast lanes when I had an epiphany. (That's right an epiphany, look it up in the dictionary) I changed lanes whenever one lane came to a halt and an opening appeared in the other. Then I noticed a litte red Toyota in the slow lane that seemed to be keeping apace with me without much effort or frustration. I pulled over into the slow lane too and found that I could keep a more even speed and attain a modicum of progress without the high blood pressure or adrenalin spike. That's where I've been ever since. Not only on the freeway but in all aspects of my life, I try to stop and smell the roses, be aware of things happening around me. It's a good life in the slow lane. I highly recommend it.
Friday, October 29, 2004
The safety experts tell us that a lot of accidents are caused by dividing one's attention between the phone and driving. If you suddenly remembered something you wanted to discuss with someone and you happen to be driving, pull over, have your conversation, then resume your trip. Drive safely. The life you save may be mine.
Let me add this: If plastic surgeons started offering a procedure to permanently implant cell phones to the side of the head, there would be a long line of people signing up for it.
This is an absurd world we live in.
Thursday, October 28, 2004
Wednesday, October 27, 2004
Why do people own these dogs? I've delivered mail for 20 years and can speak from personal experience about the nature of dogs. (and dog owners). I've been told that pit bulls are gentle and loving dogs. My reply is: When you decided to buy a gentle, loving dog for your kids, a pit bull was the first breed to come to your mind? I don't believe it. People want pit bulls for their aggressive nature. People assure me that their dog is different. It won't bite. It's docile. I ask them what they've done to overcome generation after generation of breeding for the aggressive traits for which they're known. Dog owners usually cannot answer that question, because they do nothing to train the dog. I've never seen a dog owner who was capable of gaining control of his dog once an attack has started.
Here are some reasons not to own a pit bull:
- The likelihood of a tragedy. Do you really want to risk injury to another person (especially a child)? Do a Google search on pit bulls if you think that attacks are only rare occurrences.
- Financial liability. If your dog injures someone you are responsible. A trip to the emergency room will cost $1,000.00+; a lawsuit hundreds of thousands of dollars. Your homeowners insurance will not cover an aggressive breed of dog. (ask your agent)
Tuesday, October 26, 2004
On winter nights I lie awake while the
Moon shines through the window
And the hoot owl beckons me
To join him.
I consider it,
Then pull the covers tight
Against the cold.
In spring I'm tempted
To join the Whippoorwill
In the meadow on his
All night vigil.
Then I hear the coyotes'
Howl echo from the hollow
Where the creek runs cold,
I listen to the
Metallic whine of the cicadas
On hot summer nights
And watch as the night breeze
Billows the curtains back and forth
Above my head while
The leak stains on the ceiling
Metamorphose into shapes and animations.
In autumn, close toHalloweeen, the wind blows
Brittle leaves upon my window;
A premonition of the
And as the house creaks
Against the wind's coercion
I wonder if sleep will ever come again.
Monday, October 25, 2004
Sunday, October 24, 2004
- play with grandkids
- sit on the porch and watch the cars go by
- learn to play the piano
- learn to play the saxophone
- paint landscapes and still life
- grow a vegetable garden
- landscape the yard
- remodel (only to the extent that it remains fun)
- write short stories
- wander aimlessly along Peacheater Creek
- contemplate my navel (just checking to see if you'd read down this far)
I've known people who retired and before you know it they're working again. They told me they couldn't stand the boredom; just needed something to do. I've balked against the harness of work for too long. Once I retire and overcome the sadness of years of subordinating all that matters to all that doesn't, I'm going to revel in idleness as long as it satisfies. For those of you who scoff at this idea I say: Don't underestimate my capacity for sloth!
Saturday, October 23, 2004
She says I do it wrong, but she's not going to complain.
She says I don't stretch the sheet tight, but she's not complaining, mind you.
She says I don't tuck the covers in right, but she's just not going to complain about it.
I glad she doesn't complain about the way I make the bed.
Friday, October 22, 2004
Thursday, October 21, 2004
Wednesday, October 20, 2004
Dorothy: You're not going to wear that are you?
Me: Why? What's wrong with it?
Dorothy: It doesn't match. That brown coat doesn't match those Khakis.
Me: Yes it does. I'm an artist and I know my colors.
This brown makes a tasteful transition between the khaki and the blue shirt.
Dorothy: Go put on your black leather coat.
So I put on the black leather coat. I have to admit I looked rather snazzy in it, so I wore it to the funeral. Now we have another funeral to attend and yesterday Dorothy bought me something to wear to it. I think she's trying to assure that she won't be embarrassed to be seen with me. She might even sit next to me.
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Monday, October 18, 2004
Sunday, October 17, 2004
When your wife first brings up the subject of remodeling, and she will many times over the years, agree to it, but don't jump into the project too quickly because she will change her mind several times about how she wants things . To avoid frustration on your part, wait until she has made up her mind (this may never happen).
When you go to Lowe's, the first place your wife will stop is the paint section. She will spend hours perusing the paint sample cards. Now, this is where it gets tricky. She's going to ask your opinion. Play dumb (this should not be too difficult). Try to find out what she likes and choose that color. If you select something that appeals to you, she will refuse it. Women think that men have no taste for home decorating. Over the years Dorothy has rejected many of my selections such as orange or chartreuse, but I thought they would have been a nice complement to our decor. Why do women ask our opinion in the first place? I don't know. It's one of the mysteries of life.
By the way, don't tell Dorothy I wrote this.
Saturday, October 16, 2004
It's been a sad week. Dorothy's Aunt Susie passed away and my Aunt Jean Blue had a stroke. It's no wonder I got sick what with all of the stress. So we have a funeral to go to today and then off to Rogers, AR. to check on Aunt Jean. We'll be seeing a lot of friends and relatives that we only see at weddings or funerals. That's one of the negative aspects of this modern life we live; it takes a tragic event to bring us all together.
Friday, October 15, 2004
Thursday, October 14, 2004
I woke up this morning at 3:00 a.m. realizing I had used the wrong analogy of parallel universes. According to the latest scientific theory there may be many parallel universes where peoples lives and histories are very similar to ours. Scientists must have lots of time to day dream. Just think, there may be another you somewhere in the cosmos having a life similar to yours. Maybe the other me has hair and is rich.
Wednesday, October 13, 2004
During those debates my blood pressure rose and I found myself talking to the screen. That's not good. (Don't tell anyone.) Do you think we're straddling parallel universes? The reality portrayed by one candidate is diametrically opposed to the reality described by the other. As a radical middle of the roader I think we need to find someone other than these two politicians. That's the problem. A man who could lead the nation effectively would not be a politician. And someone who is not a politician could not possibly be elected within our electoral process. Pity.
O Lord, our God, help us to tear their soldiers to bloody shreds with our shells; help us to cover their smiling fields with the pale forms of their patriot dead; help us to drown the thunder of the guns with the shrieks of their wounded, writhing in pain; help us to lay waste their humble homes with a hurricane of fire; help us to wring the hearts of their unoffending widows with unavailing grief; help us to turn them out roofless with their little children to wander unfriended the wastes of their desolated land in rags and hunger and thirst, sport of the sunflames of summer and the icy winds of winter, broken in spirit, worn with travail, imploring Thee for the refuge of the grave and denied it--for our sakes who adore Thee, Lord, blast their hopes, blight their lives, protract their bitter pilgrimage, make heavy their steps, water their way with tears, stain the white snow with the blood of their wounded feet! We ask it, in the spirit of love, of Him Who is the source of love, and Who is the ever faithful refuge and friend of all that are sore beset and seek His aid with humble and contrite hearts. Amen.
Albert Einstein (1879 - 1955)
Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Mitchell Burgess, Northern Exposure, Thanksgiving, 1992
- I’m socially inept (except around friends and family)
- I paint (landscapes and still lifes)
- I think we can improve the world if we just learn to take care of each other.
- I like to work with wood (a fair carpenter)
- If it’s broken I can usually fix it (with the proper tools)
- I have an insatiable curiosity. When I’m into a new subject I can talk about it for hours (much to the dismay of listeners)
- I am amazed at the practicality of computers.
- I may work for the Postal Service, but my real job is to be Dorothy’s husband, Rachel and Kelly’s dad, and Tara, Sami, Marley Kate, and Hunter’s grandpa.
- In spite of today’s youth culture, I have no desire to be young again. I’m enjoying each phase of life and it just keeps getting better. (although I have given the kids permission to shoot me instead of putting me in a nursing home) I may not be young anymore but Dorothy tells me I’ll always be immature.
- I’m physically uncoordinated.
- I can play the guitar.
- I write poetry
- Dorothy’s smile melts my heart.
- I can cook
- I worry too much (99 percent of the things we worry about never come to pass)
- I’m healthy (need to lose a few pounds…..ok more than a few)
- Dorothy is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen.(when we’re out in public I suspect that people wonder what that young woman is doing with that old geezer)
- I’m a geek (that’s hard to admit)
- I have the most beautiful, and talented kids and grandkids. (I know you think yours is, but you just haven’t met mine.)
- I lack self confidence.
Now email me and tell me twenty things I don’t know about you.
Monday, October 11, 2004
Sunday, October 10, 2004
Saturday, October 09, 2004
-- Woodrow Wilson
Friday, October 08, 2004
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Good Grief! It's after eleven o'clock and I've been working on installing a tagboard for hours. My daughter Kelly told me she couldn't post a message so I added the board. Feel free to make comments. I'm going to bed. We have company coming in tomorrow from California, I've got bills to pay, and other things to do. But I'm on vacation until the 18th. Yippee!!
Wednesday, October 06, 2004
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
David K. Shipler The Working Poor - invisible in America
Monday, October 04, 2004
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Sunday, October 03, 2004
We woke to a true fall morning. So chilly we had to have our heater on. It's a beautiful cloudless day. We're on our way to church to serve in the extended session taking care of toddlers while their parents attend services. We're hoping there will be no little ones there so we'll be able to play hooky.
Saturday, October 02, 2004
We saw a lot of motorcycles on the highway today. They're all on their way to Fayetteville, Arkansas for the annual "Bikes, Blues, and Barbecue". I told Dorothy we need to buy a Harley. I can wear a do rag, and she a skimpy halter top, and maybe get a tattoo of a dragon on her back. We would look tuff cruising down the highway. She was less than enthusiastic.
Quote of the Day: There is a certain relief in change, even if it be from bad to worse; as I have found in traveling in a stage coach, that it is often a comfort to shifts one's position and be bruised in a new place.