One of many human emotions. May even have an upside, rarely, and thereby be somewhat adaptive. But on balance, better controlled than allowed to run free. Playwrites and philosophers are hip---The Bard himself has many wise quips on the subject. While natural and in all of us, some experiences, especially if untoward and occurring in childhood, can sometimes make anger a real challenge for some. Need I mention that the drink almost always makes it worse. But with help, time, maturity and hard self awareness work, we can get anger out of the driver's seat, and in back where it better belongs. But setbacks can occur at the least expected times. Progresss not perfection. Aa.
googoogoogoo---is all i want to say to you...... It's meaningless, and all that's true. Poets, priests and politicians. Have words to thank for their positions. When their eloquence escapes me....their logic ties me up and rapes me...... Been stung? Aa.
Not here, but she was asking for a relationship with a man who had a farm. Posted an idyllic pic of such, with lovely red barn, fenced pastures, animals, etc. Pathetic dream begathon. Girls, in this day and age, with women pissing and moaning about income inequality between sexes, intimate partner abuse, glass ceilings, and so on, ---where is this female's sense of self respect? Likely she's one who complains about how women are treated. Get successful on your own, ladies. Stop living in ways to undermine such, with many kids and different dads, and other bad life choices. Then buy your own farm. Sure, there is no shortage of gigolo type men wanting a free ride. Lowlives as well. Must biology remain destiny? Aa.
Was told by a sweet elderly neighbor, whose hubby just left for a better place, that she knew of a young fellow who has done work for her, and who might be willing to help me place a metal roof on the front of the 400 room Aa Mansion. So I went to see him, just up the street, where he was doing some light carpentry work for his granny. The extended family was sitting in the yard, feeding the black flies, as he approached me, shook hands, and we discussed the work. He was strapped to a side arm, a revolver, and when I went back to meet the family, noticed that all 8 of them were as well, elderly men and females too. I am happy for our precious second ammendment, and don't carry myself. But even though being raised around firearms, every time I have such an encounter, it shakes me up a little. When I adopted Bravo, his people were also carrying, all with holstered high capacity nines. I guess when I reflect on these odd strong feelings, what comes to mind is the enormous power over life and death accorded to those choosing to carry. Actually, I recall similar feelings as a young boy. Mr. Domingo was our insurance man, and in those days, these folks came around to collect premium payments. Rumor had it that he held heat, supposedly due to carrying cash. Interesting. Aa.
starting to lean threateningly toward the Ponderosa Mansion here. 40 or so meters tall. Took it down in pieces, with much regret, as I normally spend my time hugging the big girls. (Hugging big girls, now there's a thought) Like a sniper, have had this old girl in the crosshairs for some time. She served us well, as a location for various antennas, a tire swing when the twins were younger, for shade, and just for her beauty. Will also help this winter in the wood stove, after she's in little pieces and has a chance to dry out. But the writing was on the wall. Even though she still had a few large greening branches up top in the sky, and again this season was producing those wierd other worldly Gymnosperm "ersatz flowers", that become pine cones, most of the lower ones were drying and falling, also a threat to wires. (and to passers by). But how sad was the process. After taking down the top ten feet or so, she began to exude that wonderful smelling sticky pine sap, methinks in panic, as part of some ancient evolved protective strategy---traps for invaiding borring beetles, bandages after wind or lightning damage? Is it dumm to tear up not a little over all this? Aa.
evolving. Have done my share of hunting as a younger person, and have had some military experience that brings little fond memories, but these days, I find myself oddly increasingly concerned about the lives of the Goddess' creations. Just about all of them, that is. This morning I gently moved a little beastie (brown house spider) from a sink out to the back porch, using a soft tissue. And I appreciate how rarey capital punishment might have been wrongly applied. But for the worst of these human crumbs, I'd push the button. Aa.
and totally grateful. While tending to my manly toilet in the downstairs bathroom, the window of which looks onto a healthy apple tree, ceteris parabus, I noticed what looked like snow on the grass. Lots of it. Here near the ocean in Maine, we can have a dusting as late as mid May, but rarely any later. And this stuff seemed whiter than usual. Double take, especially since the veggie garden is already planted. A little reflection proved that it was merely this lovely tree shedding her blossom petals. Sure sign of plentiful yummy pies and applesauces in a few months. Did I say "little" things in life? Huge! Aa.
Ran into the delightful elderly couple up the street, while the two were entering a neighbors' home from the work truck, to work at their dependable and never too expensive home service. They've done ours for years, working as equally talented cotechnicians. One of those six decade lovebird pairs, but now she is sadly in rapid decline, due to an illness, which she says the Boston specialists say was due to passsive cigarette smoke in the home and shoe factory, where she worked in lean business times. "And I never smoked nor drank." The community had a fund raising dinner recently for her. Good to see her continuing to try to work, but he'll be lost without her. Aa.
Long weekend for all, so taking the twins up the road to New Brunswick. Reversing Falls in St. Johns, St. Stevens chocolate factory. Last time here they were infants---now at university, and boy are they noticing the interesting little differences betweeen home and our nearest neighboring country. Street signage, time zone, money, accents, and so on. Among the sweetest everyday people you'd meet anywhere as well. But clash of technology in the car, where I've been roundly ridiculed for having a car radio with BOTH CD and casette players, but none of the more modern junk, like MP3 whatever. Until, that is, when I popped in a 120 minute audio casette of the best cuts from half a dozen CD's of an early '90's Grunge band that I recorded this week. "Hey, we know that cool music---it's Kurt Cobain and Nirvana. How'd you get that stuff to play in the car, Dad?" But they like my vinyl set up at home. Aa.
Sitting here in Micky D's, cheaply using their free wifi, with Mr. Bravo patiently guarding the car outside (he'd welcome anyone in---showing them my wallet in the glove compartment!), and having one of their bottomless value Senior coffees. Same elderly hangout crowd, and we all chat in spurts, while I chase the ladies here on CS, and work on the revamp of memoirs, with my trying to be gracious in not directly answering too many medical questions. Borderline ethical professionally. So it's great to see the few military service veterans who always join us mornings, wearing their dark blue baseball style caps, with details of their particular military service on the front in bright yellow relief bold lettering. Marine corps (or as Obama would say "Corpse") nonagenarian at next table. Korea and Vietnam, methinks. Can't begin to imagine what he experienced, but sure am gratefully in awe of this kindly old soldier. Amazing how many people go over to him, personally thanking him for his service. We all chip in to buy the old coot a big Marine style breakfast. WOW!. Aa.
Although, years ago, before help with childhood experiences, I briefy relied on these things, thank Goddess I have not again. Indeed, my volunteering is a lame attempt to give back some. But out of curiosity, I visited a soup line here one day last week. It was clean, efficiently run, staff were kind and friendly--- and the food was plentiful, wholesome and delicious. Guests enjoyed each other's company. A nurse was there to provide some screening and referals, and it all seemed like a positive social experience for all. There was free transportation for those needing it. It almost brought tears up to see this example of community caring and kindness. These places are in almost every town and city here iin the USA. Aa.
notice I used "older", not old. Funny thing. If you start at the gray/thining hair on the head, and move slowly downward on the human body, changes and decreases in appearance and function show up, progressively, over the years. Ouch. But here's the kicker, as with health problems in those of us who have drunk too much over the years, the problems show up differently in different folks. We all hear of such folks burning out their livers, and of course some do. But in some of the worse drinkers, the livers stay fine till old age, and the heart, balance, thinking, shakes, skin, pancreas, or some other thing goes. And so it seems to be with aging. Rarely, all systems fail. But usually, it's an individual thing. Dare I mention the two evil "S" words? Sagging and shrinkage? Did I bring just a little touch of joy to the morning? ;--)) Aa.
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