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Have you ever been watching a sporting event on television that went into overtime and the event lasted longer than anticipated?

Right after that event, the television announces we are now bringing you to your regularly scheduled program already in progress.

That is life.

We just jump into life already in progress.


Isn't that a bit weird to think about?

Where did we come from? What were we watching before and what is the program going to be after?




Maybe more like a video game too...where it is a television program that is interactive.

What role do we play in it?
and
Have we overstepped our boundaries in this interaction? ....meaning, have we become too aware or knowledgeable of our situation and have we come to expect more from it than originally anticipated?

...just some thoughts

When we were given this physical vehicle (our bodies)...has our freewill accepted this challenge? Were we just randomly given it? Or were we forced to accept it? For ultimately what purpose?

...just some more thoughts



Are we here to solve a problem/mystery? Are we here to help others to make future watcher/players better off than we are/were? Are we just meant to be workers? Or, are we here to just hoard resources for ourselves? For sure though...we are here to reproduce vehicles(bodies) to allow new players to enter.

As far as we know...through our span of interacting (till our death), we are ultimately judged as to whether or not we were good or bad for the overall television program. Did we positively or negatively contribute? At least that is what our multi-thousand year old religions makes us believe. Religion...the "already in progress" television program's collective message.

When I was 16, me and Teddy Weinberg 14 and Freddy Thunburg 15 decided to go on a camping trip on our bikes (bicycles not motorcycles). We all lived on 85th St on the upper East side of Manhattan. We had heard there was a nice camping area out on Long Island. So we loaded our camping gear on our bikes and started on our trip. When I say camping gear I mean a 2 man pup tent, a sleeping bag and a couple of blankets. You read that right 1 sleeping bag.
We headed uptown to the Triborough Bridge and over the East River to Astoria Queens where we picked up Northern Blvd aka Rt 25A and headed Eastbound along the north side of Long Island. 87 grueling miles later we arrived at Wading River State Pk. We went to registration to get a camping spot. It was at this point we learned that at least 1 of us had to be 16 years old. Fortunately I was 16 so we were good to go. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I was only 15. Would they have refused to let us stay there?
We setup our tent and laid one of our blankets on the ground and used the sleeping bag like a blanket. Can you picture it? 3 teenagers under 1 sleeping bag. During the night we were so wound up from what we had just accomplished that we couldn't get to sleep, in fact we were giddy from excitement that we had just done the impossible. We were laughing and telling jokes and making so much noise that a man from a nearby camping spot came over about 1 AM and shined a flashlight into our tent and said repeatedly "Three Little Punks" "Three Little Punks". Well, we were scared what this grownup would do so we clammed up and he left and the rest of the night we didn't make a sound.
The adjacent camping spot was occupied by a male nurse and his wife in an 8X10 Wall tent. We made friends with them real quick and they even let us stay in their wall tent one night . I felt like I was staying at a 5 star hotel sleeping on a cot in their tent. I think they were really impressed with us, and probably felt sorry for us.
To be continued.

Footsteps echo as they travel right into my ears. Click clack, click clack. Not the steps of others, my steps. Mine. The steps of a smart person, the steps of an upright person. The steps of a reasonable person, the steps of one who stands and presides over others.
I looked at other people doing stupid things and I thought to myself, such an idiot, or pointless. I stood as a judge, picking apart the people who fell because they were too weak. The world is for the strong afterward, I thought; you have no right to be alive and be so weak. Eventually, though, I learned. I saw my indiscretions. Different from those of the "weak," but then, how am I any different? They steal to survive; I think of legal ways to steal from others. It is permissible by the law, so, why not? We the elites point fingers. But we have dark dark indiscretions that we could never allow for even a bit of daylight to illuminate. My shame, my disgrace, my indulgences; though different from those of the robbers and the liars and the corrupt and the addicts, my shame was still great indeed. Great, but tucked away. Away from the vision of others. It hit me. We are all shameful women; we are all shameful men. Those who are "strong," and those who are "weak." We all are just still dirty people, only that we are dirty in varying degrees and we have our dirtiness covered in the dark. Safe away, so no one can see. In fact, we are so scared that given a chance, we would kill to save ourselves from the shame. It hit like an illumination from a million-volt headlamp. The realization of a naive life. The naive life that I paraded with such great pride. And like a sinner, I turned away from my pride. I calmed my desire to judge, realizing that we were all stained. I became understanding. We are all just doing what we can do to survive. What we know to do, is what we do. The thieves, the liars, the wicked, the mean, the deceivers, the corrupt, and the weak. Everyone is just doing what they can do to survive. If someone acts extremely poorly, understand that it is where they are at and do not let it bother you. Treat people properly regardless of who they are and how they are. This became my way of life, my culture, until one morning, I realized, people aren't just doing the best they can. Some people are but some are not. They are people who are just lazy and nasty and wicked and merciless and unreasonable because they want to be. Not because they cannot do better or because they do not know to do better, but because they want to be; because it is comfortable, and they'd rather be comfortable than make an effort; they'd rather be wicked than be kind. They like it that way.

would you believe I'm that stressed out about stiletto's I actually forgot what day/date it is

Anyways a happy new year to one and all

I'm ready for 2023. This year has been one of the most crappiest ones I recall. It started off losing my aunt back in January. Then a couple of days after her death, I have the woman whom I happened to have been engaged to start some strange behavior. Apparently she was upset with me for asking her about the car I gave her money to buy off her friend. She had been giving her friend who was selling her the car enough time to get her personal life worked out with various things that had recently popped up. I waited for my ex fpr over a month to start the process of getting that car paid for, and for her friend to order a key for that car because her friend lost the key to it.

Anyway, come August, I had a backed up sewer for over a month. Try to call various places to have work done with digging up the problem out in the yard. In the mean, I'm getting back flow from two of my neighbors sewage. There are four house on the same sewer line. Finally got this resolved with a price tag of $2,600. Then all of a sudden, I get a detached retina two months later.

Then we get hit with a polar vortex on Dec. 23. Happens to be my daughter's birthday too. My water pipes froze, and my floor furnace had to play catch up the next three days.

And then yesterday morning, my garbage was picked up by the city, and for some strange reason, my city issued garbage can is missing. I called them and the woman said that they may have broke it, and that she will pass it along to them to bring me up another 96 gallon garbage can. I was hoping that they would have delivered a another one here at the house while I was at work. But I got home last night and what do ya know, NOTHING! Now I have to put my garbage somewhere until at least Monday since it's now the weekend. And I'm not even sure if the sanitation Dept. will be open Monday since they like to get a off day off as a holiday since this falls on Sunday this year.

Trying to at least salvage the last day of the year. Since I'm off this weekend, i ordered me a pizza. Watched some Ferris Bueller's Day Off and Weekend At Bernie's. Going to watch a couple of big football games here in a bit. I also went outside and shot a little bit of basketball in my backyard. Felt great, but it was a little difficult hitting the basket with my depth perception in my right eye right now as it's still healing from that surgery.

Going to shoot some basketball tomorrow to start the new year off. Here's hoping for a much better year in 2023!

...to work that is. I got my first week in since my return on Christmas Day. I wasn't sure if I was going have somewhat of a difficult time trying to get back into the groove of things, but as it turns out, not a problem at all. I know I didn't miss the drama at work, but I did miss my work, along with some of the people I work with.

I'm now off this weekend, so I'm going to try and relax during this time, and sleep in tomorrow morning.

Looks like I missed a lot of drama going on in a few blogs this week on here, but that I don't miss either.

My condo has central air conditioning with coils for electric heat. The bathroom has electric heating coils on a separate switch to the exhaust fan. The heat hasn't been used since last year. Dust accumulates on the coils and the first use emits smoke as the dust burns from the coils.

I go through this every winter, whether it's a 1200 watt space heater or central heat... an allergy attack that knocks me out for a few days!

Last month, I visited my brother in Ohio. It was 17 degrees Fahrenheit outside and his furnace had the interior around 78 degrees. The problem was the lack of relative humidity. My guess it was 'sinus cracking' 10% inside.

Florida is usually more than 80% with temperatures in the 80's and going to the Ohio extreme had me on antihistamines and saline nasal spray for a few days until I returned to Florida.

This weekend, South Florida may have the warmest temperatures in the nation. It was cold last night with temperatures to 42 degrees around here. My front door has jalousie glass and you can feel the cold wind blowing through the slats. Room temperature right now is 66 degrees. Yeah, it's chilly inside!

I'll be out of here this afternoon to visit family and my plan is to remove the covers to the heaters and vacuum the coils... all of this maintenance will be done while wearing a KN95 filter mask. Prior to leaving, I'll turn on the heat to 70, enough to burn off the dust so when I return the smoke will have cleared and I'll change the filter to the a/c system.

Once 11 months of dust burns away, the air should be good and I'll get out the vaporizers to bring up the humidity!

Happy Holidays...

I've got an issue with pull tabs. They are on food products everywhere.
This morning, I tried to open a container of oatmeal and the pull tab broke off.
I needed a knife to pry it open.
Lemon juice has a snap open top and the first use requires removal of a pull tab.
It broke.
Same with the rice vinegar... broken pull tab.
Milk... pull tab.

Now, I know that I can be a bit fussy for a guy, and have been told that I was fussy like a woman a few times (also been called bossy like a woman a few times too at work).

One of the things I'm fussy about is how I eat a piece of pie, or cake and ice cream. When I eat either of these food, it has to be on a small plate, with a fork. I know a lot of people prefer a bowl and spoon. Now, if it was just ice cream with out the cake, sure, a also prefer a bowl and spoon.

Just like for example, chicken noodle soup. I like it in a bowl, buy I prefer a fork with it. After the noodles are gone, I take the bowl in my hands and slurp down the rest of it by drinking it.

Surely there's got to be some of you out there that feel the same as I do. Love to hear what some of you think, and perhaps share if you're fussy, and how so.

I took a few days off from morning exercise and needed to get back into a routine. It rained during the night and the streets were wet, but that didn't stop me. Sometimes I'll pass other residents of my community and give a hello or good morning response. The winds were calm but I smelled cigarette smoke and 30 feet ahead in the walkway between 2 cars was a heavy-set woman sitting on a walker with wheels. She must have been waiting for the transport bus, puffing away before her ride arrived.
I had my cellphone and was conducting business so I raised my hand to give her a half wave acknowledgment. That didn't break her attention as she was focused on the cigarette.

I think they call these Rollator walkers in Europe.