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I've always preferred to navigate life alone. But it's only recently I've really acknowledged and embraced my loner ways. Add this new found appreciation for who I am to my interest in story telling, I've decided to try document my life twice a month on YouTube - the film industry won't be knocking down my door any time soon it fair to say.

Welcome to my simple life.

Season's greetings, everybody.

It's that time of year again when turmoil and malice reigns throughout the land. Have fun everyone, and don't forget to leave a bucket of water by your bedroom window for when those little brats come a-trickin'-n'-a-treatin'.

Forecasting
Future events.....some people ask

Why normally....bad events are only told....
By anyone who reads future.
Because to help the innocents
By saving from disaster ....

OK ...here I am forecasting....goodluck
Only for the future world....
From year 2030 on wards ...there is
Only Goodluck....for all living beings
Because....there is a direct blessing
From God.
So....what happens before...2030...
Don't ask me.....I don't like to say
The worst things....
Bye now....will continue. Later.

Hoping you have the most amazing day!!!... Wishing you health, prosperity and lots of love, girlie!... Thank you, for being such a wonderful friend!...

I did a reading, about a specific person today and the energy I've been getting from this individual because it's quite chaotic and confusing; yet simultaneously this person feels excited. It's like they don't quite know what they want.

Sooo, this is just a reminder for me to research:

* The Fool card (landed sideways)
* Ace of Pentacles (Upright)
* 2 of Swords (Upright)
* 3 of Swords (Upright) --- I have a feeling this is about someone else
* 4 of Pentacles (reversed)
* Temperance (reversed)
* Knight of Wands ( Upright --- Lawd merceh, I KNOW what DAT mean)

I am slightly embarrassed to divulge what I am about to tell you, and not least because of the ridicule I am bound to be showered with upon doing it. But, regardless, and also without really knowing why, I am resolved to tell it. I have a very strong, almost overwhelming urge to run into the middle of my local High Street, stark naked, and shout out at the top of my voice, “look at me, I’m butt naked and I don’t give a damn”.

That proclamation wouldn’t be entirely true, though, because I would give a damn. That is to say that I would give a damn about having to show my face in my community afterwards. I think it would only be possible if I could show some form of justification for my behaviour.

If I could get somebody to dare me to do it, then I think I could pass it off as an act of bravery, rather than one of depravity. And if I could make it a dare involving a bet, I could also make a financial profit out of it. I get to satisfy my unwholesome desire, I come out of it looking like a real dare devil, and I earn a bit of money on top. Cool. But how do I get somebody to dare me to do it and make it seem like it is entirely their idea?

Have you ever thought about this. What if people who expelled all that energy exercising put it to doing something productive....not productive on a selfish level so they maintain their abs or their biceps.....but instead why not put it to use building a house for somebody who is homeless. ...or raking somebody's leaves that are unable to. Or, help them clean up their house.....or walk to the store for them to pick up what they need. or....dig a hole to put a fence post in.

Exercising just seems like a unproductive use of energy.... I am all for staying healthy while exercising....but wouldn't it be nice to convert that energy into a greater good? They have tried to capture that energy but converting exercise bikes into generators....that is a good start in my opinion. But when you go out and build something or be part of building something....trust me...you work muscles you didn't even know you had.


Just a thought from about a year ago.

The year was 1960. I had graduated from Roberts Technical & Trade school in NYC as a budding Auto Mechanic 2 years earlier, and since that time I had held various jobs in gas stations pumping gas and doing whatever repairs & maintenance jobs that came in, lube & oil, tune up, adjust brakes (yeah most cars had drum brakes and not all self adjusted, Chrysler products were the worst). There were no self serve gas stations back then and the obligatory question was “Check under the hood sir?” Of course you also cleaned the windshield and I cleaned the rear window as well it hopes of getting a tip. If the driver wanted his tires checked you did that too, even if he only bought a dollars worth of gas. I didn't mind cause I was doing what I liked, working on cars, though a lot of it wasn't very glamorous. I was living in Long Island City at the time and my older brother got me a job at Welbilt Stoves in Maspeth Queens. I made $1.07 an hour. It was as bad as it sounds! I endured that job for 3 weeks until I got a job at a Shell station on Queens BLVD. The owner was a little Jewish guy who had been a Taylor and knew squat about mechanics so I kind of ran the 2 bay shop. It was ok. Gas was dirt cheap back then and we were undercutting the competition by about 2 cents. We were selling Reg for $0.27.9. (about 28 cents a gallon) One day 3 guys came in from a couple of other stations and “urged us” to raise our price because we were “taking food out of their mouths”. We showed them our books and exactly how little gas we were pumping. They left feeling sorry for us. My boss use to run out and hand out cards to motorists who were stopped at the light with the gas price on it, $27.9 One day he asked me if I would go out and hand out cards when the light turned red. I looked at him like he was crazy. I said I'm a professional Mechanic, I don't stand out in the street handing out gas cards. I thought, “If this guy thinks he's gonna get rich selling gas for a penny a gallon profit he's gonna die poor.”

Yeah, I knew it couldn't last forever.
Some said it lasted longer than they expected.
To be honest I just knew it would end.
Still, there's some lament in the finality of it.

Sure, there will be others in the future.
But, probably not for a while.
I'd like to take a break and not get involved right now.

Regardless, I have to face it, whether I like it or not.
I have to accept it.

The softball season is now over for this year.

No big deal. I can use the break until next spring.

What ?

Didn't realize I was running low on seasoning. I had to throw my herbs in the Nutribullet and blend up more. And since the store was out of zucchini noodles, had to spiral my own. Was hoping to be asleep by now.

Then I found a site with the movie Black Belt Jones on it, for free. Oh goodness. it's a wrap. I love that silly movie.