It’ been quite a while since I’ve blogged. Partly enjoying the summer, but mainly, in this the 58th year of my life, my well of humor has somehow dried up. Not surprising in the climate we live in.
I have found life to be less interesting, less humorous in general. That is something I have rarely experienced.
I can’t blame just one person, even though I would love to do that. It’s more the millions of people who follow said person, blind to reality, or even reason.
I told myself I would sit down and try and write, even if the end result did not merit posting. So don’t say you weren’t warned…
I instantly am wary and avoid any business that starts with the word, “American”. Any company that uses that word just to promote their business that has nothing to do with this country. So when you’re on the highway travelling this summer and you seen an, “American Gas” station ahead, keep driving. Chances are there’s nothing, “American” about it.
At the same time, try, at all costs, to avoid any business that promotes, “Join our Team!”
Two weeks ago we lost Madeline’s brother, Gary Nichols, at the very young age of 68. Beyond sad. In the 20 years Madeline and I have been together I probably met Gary 15 times. He was a quiet man, who, unfortunately, I never got to know very well. He had his demons but he was a good man and he will be missed. RIP Gary…go Rangers and go Giants!
Earlier this week I was walking Murphy in the morning, and unknowingly walked into a swarm of what I can only assume were wasps. Wait, would anyone knowingly walk into a swarm? Of anything? Anyway, end result, six stings, some swelling and two days worth of Benadryl. I can see the headlines now…”220 pound man taken down by one ounce of insects”.
So I’m in Wawa and a nice looking gentleman ahead of me in scrubs is getting coffee and I’m thinking, this guy must have some difficult tasks in his job, maybe rendering bad news to a family about a patient. Only two days later to see him emptying cans outside the hospital. Okay, it’s time to exercise some change about the scrubs worn by doctors, those by nurses and those of custodians. Although those cans did look very heavy.
Just how difficult is Rocket Science? More difficult than performing Brain Surgery? Or curing Cancer? These seem to be the three most difficult tasks in the world when we’re projecting to someone how unimportant our jobs are.
In golf, which I SUCK at, by the way, that tells you where my game is, why is less of a spotlight put on an eagle from the fairway, as opposed to a hole in one? One is just as difficult as the other, right? I suppose it’s that magical number…one. I had an “One” today. I went, “Number One” today. Well, at least I still have that going for me.
If my dad were still alive it’s a sure bet he’d never pay more than a dollar for a cup of coffee. “Styrofoam cup, some grounds and water…$2.75? What, are you kidding me!”. On days when I am buying coffee in the morning for my beloved, I seem to miss my dad the most.
What does it say about me, that 5 days before my 58th birthday, the majority of my wardrobe now comes courtesy of T. J. Maxx? Or that I no longer own a suit, or any ties, just one pair of black pants and one black sport coat (both of which I have had to use far too much this past year). Life is way too short for neckties. Or black suits.
I was behind a car the other day that had a license plate that read, “Combat Wounded Veteran”. So, now, we’ve move past the, “Veterans”, past the “Combat Veterans”, to the “Wounded” veterans? We appreciate your service, we really do, but, really?
Which reminds me, how can ANY veterans have voted for someone who purposely avoid having to serve at a time when others were being drafted? Every one of those people who served who voted that way should have a license plate that says, “Ashamed of myself American Veteran”.
See, any effort at irony or humor seems to filter back to the same dark pool. The same dark hole we all currently reside in. I look forward to the day when the sun shines a bit brighter.
And our best wishes to Charles Dean, our beloved grand pup, who is having some internal issues that we hope clear up right away. That is one little boy who brings out a lot of smiles in me. We love you Charlie!
Trapped in a Happy Life 