Park Bench

My fame is vapor.
My riches carried away on wings.
Only one thing endures in life, and that is character.
Find something that excites your soul, and grab hold of it and run.

Take it and fly away.

From here on out I shall be just another disinclined recluse in search of a wandering star and nothing more.  And if and when I do discover this magical place … I will let you know.

No more mountains to climb, rivers to swim, no more battles to be fought and won.
I shut it all down, stick a fork in me, I am done.


Reflections of a Quiet Mind …


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.

Continue reading

Indian Summer

The annual ritual of fall has started, they are chasing the pigskin all across America (Football has started) and the leaves are starting to drop from the trees.  As the sun slowly moves to the south, the temperatures are easing up and the year starts to wind down.  In Oklahoma this time of the year is referred to as … “Indian Summer.”  Having no real issue to contend with today or subject matter of great concern, I will continue.

A friend of mine, when he has a problem, or things are not going right in his world, will use the expression, “Circumstances beyond my control.”  This is his way of covering what should not be happening.  Another one similar or along the same lines will be “Circumstances dictate that I” and then he will just put it to bed, whatever it might be.

Interesting expression, and I often wonder how it became part of our language in society?  But then again, I wonder about a lot of things.  For instance, “Why do lovely women get those tattoo’s?” How can you improve on a form that is already perfect?  Here is one that is over the top for sure.

Back to colorful expressions or metaphors.  Here is another one, “I am doing this in your best interests.”  Uh huh, sure.

Whenever someone says, “I am doing this in YOUR best interest” you should do one of two things.

  1. Run as fast as you can and get away from this person.
  2. Grab your wallet and make sure your money is safe.

Last week I got a little taste of “Circumstances beyond my control.”  Which has forced me to make some changes around here.  I have kind of throttled things back as I am anticipating a big hospital bill sometime soon from “recent events.”  Funny, how when the purse strings get tight and the money isn’t there, you start to concentrate on the simple pleasures of life, the issues and trivial endeavors, that do not require an investment of money, but rather, just time.

I call it getting “back to basic’s.”

Re-learning those simple things in life that do not cost a whole lot, but still give you pleasure.  Rising early in the morning and listening to the birds singing in the yard.  A cup of fresh brewed, piping hot coffee and the perfect temperature to enjoy it from your lawn chair on the porch quickly come to mind.

A good book, perhaps read for the second time, music, walking the dog, raking up the leaves piling up under the tree in the front yard.  All of these menial chores that soothe the trouble soul, free and there for the taking.  Each and every one of them a small endomorphic shot of pleasure for your tired mind that seems to be chocked full of the worries and cares of the day.

How do I know all of this?  How can I be sure that this is what YOU need?

Well it is simple really.  You see, “I have your best interests at heart” and “circumstances dictate that I share this with you as soon as possible.”  The year is almost used up and as usual, I am flat out running out of time.

One of the best video’s of the summer.

Thank you for stoppin’ by … Please come back soon.


Cartoon compliments of

Boxed In


Now that the election is over, I can get back to worrying about this ugly rash in my right arm pit and other important things that need my close attention.  Personally I am glad it is over, I am free of it, and now I can collect my thoughts, and get back to other things that are driving me nuts.

Like e-mail.  I am so sick of being a slave to my in-box, I have to really do something about that.  I made a folder the other day, I labeled it “Cartoons” so I could un-clutter some of my clutter.  So like the fool I seem to be, I put ALL OF MY BOOTLEGGED CARTOONS the really good stuff in the folder to store for sometime in the future.  That is what a folder is for, isn’t that correct?

Today I go to use it, guess what?  Yeppers, the folder is gone and the cartoons too.

So for starters, I am going to step away from the e-mail box, I am going to get the first things first stuff out of the way, and then read all this “pass this on to every person you know in the entire world” emails.  I am going to give it time and not leap to answer everything that I find in there.

Having convinced myself that this is necessary to good mental health. Not thirty minutes ago I killed the alert feature and now I am not disturbed or distracted by this constant beep!  You have mail!  I can wait to respond, especially to those massive mass e-mails.

The best, the absolute all time winners on e-mail was one that arrived in the box earlier on in the year, during the spring.  Nothing much about it was special except the last line … At the conclusion of the informational missive was this profound statement:

“If you do not get this e-mail let me know.”

Recently I have even learned how to lie about my whereabouts.  Fortunately, e-mail systems allow you to “create an outgoing message that says you’re out of the office.”  Which is cool, you can use it to give yourself an e-mail break.

Like this for instance: I am not actually writing this, this is being written by Don’s refrigerator, Don is not here, he took a break to go to the drugstore for a refill on his Prozac and a new blood pressure monitor.

Hump Day for a five day a week wage slave In Oklahoma … Hang in there … You almost have it made.