Nuthin Ever Stays The Same

Funny how things change and you do not notice.

There is an old fable that says that if you drop a frog in a pan of boiling water, he will immediately jump out of the pan.  But take the same frog and drop him in cold water, then apply heat to the pan very slowly and he will stay in there until he eventually dies.

Why?

His world changed “a little at a time” and he did not notice.

Used to be you would post a link for someone on your site and they of course would come looking to see what was going on  (ping-backs) and then they would drop a nice “thanks for linking me or hey, I appreciated that, thanks a lot.”  These days you run a link for someone, give them the notice that they so richly deserve, possibly giving them a boost in blog traffic and they don’t say a dog-gone thing.  This week for the first time, I ran across a site that specifically asked people NOT to re-blog their stuff unless they acquired permission.  This is a new one on me, I am not all that sure I agree with that philosophy.

I suppose change has come upon me again, and I just did not notice.

Not long ago we were in a Mall in the Dallas area and I noted that there were few white people in the mall at the time.  Most were Indian, Pakistani, Middle Eastern, Asian, Black, Mexican.  White folks seemed to be missing from the mix almost entirely and that struck me as odd.  The country has changed, it kind of did it when I was not looking and I was somewhat shocked to say the least.  It is not often you wake up and find yourself a stranger in your own country, but it happened to me, it can happen to you.

This past week has been tough, and at times, it has pained my spirit so much it was to the point of being almost unbearable.  But we always seem to make it through the mess of life, some of it is easy and some of it is hard.  One thing that has helped me is Steve McCurry’s wordpress blog.  I go over there and I look at the pictures this guy has put up, and it reminds me how lucky I truly am in life, that I have a life worth living and that there are far more people in the world less fortunate than myself.

If you missed it, here is the link … It is well worth the trip believe me.

GOING HOME 

Today a new person showed up and hit the like button, and all that was there was the gravatar.  Often that will drive me crazy, someone interesting clicks the like button on one of my posts, and it doesn’t say where that person might be this day, where is the link to their site, why I cannot visit their world and see what they are up to.  Almost not fair in some respects, it happened today, and again, I am wondering, sitting here with my feet planed firmly on the ground … and one eye on heaven … but I don’t quite know where to stick a pin in the map.

So that is it.  Things change and you have to change with them I suppose.

Makes you wonder if posting a link is worth it?  Some folks even think that re-blogging a post is not right and is the lazy man’s way to write a blog (and for good reason, I am sure there are some people who do just that) but I am not all that convinced it is a bad thing.  For the most part, I am kind of stuck between the two.

Leaves me kind of wondering or at a loss as to why people are so busy they do not have time to just say “thanks” for the link.  Too busy to leave a comment and tell someone else, what a minute of their day.  All I know for sure, here in my little world is this:  “It is a good day to  be above ground and I am going to relish it, savor the moment and try my best to make it count for something.”  You can re-blog that all day long, I won’t mind it a bit.

Thank You For Stoppin By.

OOO

Blown Away

Back in ’87 or ’88, I remember going to the State Fair, and someone absconded with my automobile, now that, was somewhat traumatic. We walked up to this empty space in the middle of this huge parking lot, and the wife sez …. “Where’s the car?” and I point to the empty hole (that at one time had contained my automobile that I just owed four more payments on) and I said … “Right there.”

Then she says … “There isn’t anything there Don.” That was one of those …. My barn having burned down I can clearly now see the moon kind of life moments … I guess you had to be there to understand.

So many questions in today’s world, and not enough time.

Hopefully, this will be a letter perfect day for me, which I have to be totally candid about, are far and few between.  Things seldom work out the way you have them planned. I had always thought upon my retirement that I would buy a motorhome and go to California, live on a river in the gold bearing areas of the state, and during the daylight and summer hours, dredge the bottom of some river or creek bed for gold.

The San Joaquin, Tuolumne Rivers would work, in the foothills of the Sierra’s. In the cool of the afternoon, we might find me sitting around thinking about profitable gold dredging techniques and untold riches stored in a Once A Day Vitamin jar.

No cell phone, pager, Email, just me an the miss’es, that old dog, a big fuel sucking Motorhome with “Driving Miss Lazy” lettered on the back and lots of chrome. Every testosterone loving sons’ American Dream.

It just naturally appealed to me, the adventure factor being there, the life and the time available to do what it is that you wanted to do. Thoughts of the Golden State of California, exciting, interesting things to do, and where to do it. Unfortunately, things did not work out, and it is just a careless fantasy now, but it was at one time, a surefire-bonafied for real dream.

Which in reality is a real bummer, because once you lose your dreams, well, there just isn’t much left.

OOO

Weekly Rambler: I Believe

“I also believe she desperately wants to please me, and I the same, but we never seem to come to the same point at the same time.”

I believe … Roll that one around in your head for awhile, what does it conjure up, do you have an image?  To some it would mean a religious experience no doubt about it, to others, something quite the opposite.  

 For instance, “I believe I will have another drink.”

One of the great things about the Internet is the vast body of sites out there, where if one desires to live vicariously thru the lives of others, he/she can do just that.  I believe just because you put something up where others can read it, doesn’t necessarily make you a writer.  I believe I can sit in my shop for hours on end, but that doesn’t make me a bus.

I read where someone “believes they have the answer to the political dilemma” facing our country, and I clearly see that they do not have a clue.  I believe I can buy top of the line brand items at greatly reduced prices.  

 Which most of the time I believe is BS.  

I believe there is a cure for Cancer, but it will never be implemented, at least not in my lifetime, because there is just too much money to be made by treating it instead of curing the disease.  I believe that a lot of folks run for office, and they truly believe that they can go to Washington D.C. and contribute to the process and effect a change.

Sometimes during the waning hours of the day, the shank of the evening when the sun is setting long and hard on the horizon, I think about my life.  Sitting there in my chair, at peace with my world.  I believe I could have done it a lot differently.  I also believe if given the chance, I would do it all over.

Most folks I believe start out with the best of intentions, but somewhere along the way, something goes a little haywire and it all starts to unravel.  I believe money is the biggest problem in a marriage, not what goes on in the bedroom, late at night, when all the shades are down and the dim light reveals the true beauty of the bride.  

I believe a small well clipped bush is better than a shaved mound.  I also believe she desperately wants to please me, and I the same, but we never seem to come to the same point at the same time.  I also believe that the female is the most frustrated of the two sexes.

I believe all the cheese in the center of the pizza and the heavy doses of greasy meat are worse than the thick crust.  I believe that because of age, a diet heavy in these items, no exercise, that I have become friends with my fat.  I also believe that I will never be thin or skinny again, but I make up for it with my tremendous personality and my personal charm.

I believe that loving a woman, is fun, that she is a wonderful thing.  I believe that a soft kiss on the neck and the words “You are so beautiful” are better than grabbin the cheeks of her rear or brushing a hand across her breast.  I believe in the early morning hours, lying next to her, that her scent is nothing short of next to heaven for the senses.

I believe in love … buying what little kids are selling at the curb … gasoline should cost WAY LESS THAN IT DOES … no matter how hard I try to be nice to folks, I will occasionally run across what I consider to be a real prick.

 What you believe in depends on you.  

Most importantly, things are going to go wrong in your life, no matter what it is that you say or do, it is therefore a good choice for you to “believe in yourself, no matter what.

You need to believe that you are special, and that you can do what it is that you set out to do.  If you cannot find time to believe in yourself, you will have a hard time hustling up anyone else to get onboard and travel thru life with you.  

 And that is kind of sad, don’t you agree?

Having said all that, I believe it is time for me to close.

OOO

Chill In The Air

Cold front came roaring in here yesterday, I don’t know where that wind had been, but I know it had blown across some snow.  I just aint ready for it, no sir.   Soon there will be frost on the pumpkin and another log to be thrown on the fire, as I said before, I am definitely not ready. 

Last week was a pretty good week, all in all.  Most of it was pleasant and positive in nature, and that always helps. Had a couple of winning tickets on the lottery, in case anyone is wondering?  I bought an electric dog polisher and some fur lined slippers.

Did get some pretty negative stuff over a couple days about mid-week, but it wasn’t anything that could not be handled. Especially if you are a kind, generous, and the wonderfully sensitive guy like I is …. Heh.  My over the air Internet wire service is screwing up and the tech is coming by to fix it today, climbing up on the roof in this bone chilling cold to tweak it a little. Please do not be offended if I do not stand around and watch you do your magic.  

A few detractors checked in, but they did not get an audience.  I call them “non-fans” but that is no big deal either. IA long week, some of it good and some of it, not so good.  Things in general seem to be lining up for me, and the mourning period on the loss of a friend, has gotten a little better.  I am a fortunate pilgrim indeed.  Time heals all wounds, and there is a sprinkling of truth there in that statement for sure.

On the downside (there is always a downside), I hate answering negative emails, and they drive me up the proverbial wall. Two in particular really have been weighing heavily on my mind. They addressed the loss of a long time friend, and another was a spouse, these are the types of emails I just cannot bear to answer. Personally I am not geared for something like that.

Interesting week … It would be nice to receive something uplifting and positive in nature every now and then, something like: No two snowflakes are exactly alike. All snowflakes start out the same: as a hexagonal crystal formed on a single particle of dust. As it falls through a cloud, the flake begins to change shape dramatically from the cold and moisture inside the cloud, building on itself in a complex pattern. The only way you could have two identical snowflakes would be if they followed the exact same pattern as they fell through the sky … which they don’t.  It is the same with people.

No two people are exactly the same.

You are totally unique and different from all those folks who surround you each day.

What makes you special is:

When I am around you, I feel more intellectually challenged. Thank you for that. When I am around you I come alive, feel inspired, and have fun. You have that uncanny characteristic that just naturally seems to bring about the best in people; those who you come in contact with definitely are rewarded by your presence. Thanks for having such a great impact on me.

Next time you get a “downer email” send something positive and uplifting back … Something simple and to the point … Just tell ‘em …. “Thank You for being so dog-gone special” ….. Yeah that would be okay, that would be just fine.  Life …. What happens when you are not looking.  

Have a great weekend (or at least shoot for it), and we will see you all on Monday.

OOO

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Life’s Cold Shoulder

I hit another ticket on the lottery, this time it was $18.00.  This month, for some reason, I am on the plus side of the scale on my lottery playing.  Which presents another terrible anxiety in my life, “Will I be too old to spend it when the Big One finally rolls around” and Lady Luck smiles upon me?  

Much as I hate to admit it, things change.  There are no more easy answers, no more low hanging fruit hanging from the tree, each day presents a totally new problem for me it seems.

You see, another birthday has come and gone. 

I am one year older, and my friend Jon says I complain too much.  Bill Cosby once said, “Like everyone else who makes the mistake of getting older, I begin each day with coffee and the obituaries.”  So I have made a concentrated effort to do something different in my life these days. 

The coffee is good this morning, I am savoring it and reading the latest offering on the bus boards, I am not so much into obits.  Often change is hard to embrace, but we need to try.  Like it or not, we all start out as caterpillars and we end up beautiful butterflies  what we do with the rest of it, is our choice.

In the past I have written about the things in my life that effect me negatively, but today it is going to be different.  I am going to try and be upbeat about it all.  In the past I have been known to write with a somewhat remorseful tone or project a sorrowful attitude in salute to the dog days of my life … What optimistic and positive folks call The Golden Years.

One thing I have noticed here lately that is somewhat profound about my golden years is this.  I have long ago become invisible to young women.  They actually do not see me. But I am not writing this to complain. I am at peace with my circumstances. The blessing of sixty-five is a libido in decline.

The curse of it is that major pharmaceutical companies are successfully exploiting my insecurities. Suddenly that surreal commercial of a silver-haired guy sitting nude in an outdoor bath tub and holding hands with a naked, slightly younger voluptuous woman in an adjacent tub makes perfect sense.

To me it does … My wife on the other hand is oblivious to its meaning.

After an ocean of time, we still do not see things the same way.  But it is in the total scheme of things.  I read somewhere that while creating wives, God promised men that good and obedient wives would be found in all corners of the world.

And then He made the earth round.

(See, at this age, you have new found wisdom.)

Sixty-five years old, roughly twice as old as my bus. Ironic, isn’t it?  Incidentally, my bus is, most likely in better shape, as it has had regularly scheduled maintenance during its lifetime.

Not long ago, I met an old tymer (sp.), now this guy was OLD (94) and I was amazed at some of the things that he had seen and experienced in his lifetime.  My life pales in comparison.  Soon I will be just like him I am afraid, starting all of my sentences with “back when I was a kid, or back in the day or I remember when.”

Which is of course … A dead give away.

OOO