Quote for This Day

“The best way to cheer yourself up is to try to cheer somebody else up.”
Mark Twain, aka Samuel Langhorne Clemens (1835 –1910) American author and humorist

When Shit Happens

Lemonade Option

We’ve all experienced it … bad timing. When things are going along rather well when all of a sudden something unforeseen forced its way center-stage and won’t exit stage left. Not immediately anyhow.

That is shit happening. That is life pinching us. That is why the saying exists ‘Shit happens’. We may not want these painful pinches or shit happening to us, but it is the yin for the yang, the balance between the good and bad things in life. It is all part of the whole. The shit happening is not the whole of our life experience and that is what should be meditated upon when you find yourself in front of the proverbial fan.

Sometimes those unexpected events turn our worlds upside down and we sometimes end up struggling like a wild kitten tangled up in a loose skein of yarn in a valiant attempt to disengage from the unpleasantness. We rage and vent, we feel frustration and other weird emotions that accompany the unexpected pit stops in life. Thing is, we do not have total control over how our lives play out. Sure, we wish we could and sometimes we think we do, but sometimes a monkey wrench finds its way into the mechanism of our existence.

Chin up people of this planet, things will always get better. The sun sets but it always rises and brings a new day, a new possibility and a new outlook. It is within us all to strive for and choose the positive even when faced with a wheelbarrow full of lemons.

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Dark Noisy seasonal Green Thoughts

Spring into Summer and the incessant noise of the familiar throttle propelled lawn-mower-buzzing-low-to-the-ground sound track; that slave driven high-spin whining of seasonal lawn masters coupled to their beast of repetitive burdens. One lawn chomping machine defeats the long green and shuts down in victorious silence and within easy earshot another lawn master yet viciously slashes and rips away with near perfectly executed patterns on the rich stench of freshly sliced blades.

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Mother of all Loss

I’ve lost my mother. She’s gone. And I can’t find her. I’ve looked for her. I’ve looked hard and long but I can not find a trace of her, as I knew her.

I was told that an uncertain Mr. Alzheimer kidnapped her. And he is not giving her back. Selfish bastard that he is. You see, I know where my mother is. I just do not know where she is.

It began quite a few years ago. My mother began to withdraw in odd little ways and then one day she stopped speaking. My father and she were living in an assisted care facility at the time and when unprovoked aggression began to rear its unexpected head, she had to be moved into a different unit for her own safety and the safety of others. This was difficult to comprehend and to see happen to someone like a mother figure. My mother figure. My mother.

Mother was then transfered to a mental facility where they could better deal with her condition. I am not sure it was better, it was just removed and out of the way and the facility (now closing) appeared as empty and void of life as her often expressionless face. Doped up and perhaps suffering from the regular electroshock treatments it was impossible to know what was going on inside of her. What was she thinking, what was she wanting, what did she need, how was she? Nothing came back out of her in terms of communications. Zip.

She would smile and still does at this or that. I am convinced that she understands all that is said to her. It sinks into her and stays there. Her smiles the only communications. That makes me happy. And sad. So sad. I love my mother however I do not know this silent person she now has become.

My mother was recently moved into a better facility and is doing relatively well.

I do wish that this Mr. Alzheimer suffered from the very same desease. Just so he would forget about collecting people into his hellish reality.

I love you mom … I love your smile mom. I miss you. I dreamed about you last night. You walked and talked. I was stunned to see you as normal as you were. Then I woke up and realized it had been a dream. I liked what I saw in that brief snippet of otherworld.


Disdainfully yours … dishes

sundry extraneous fascinations

•take time to clean up
•dirty dishes are easy to create
•are handy to use in the kitchen
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dirty pot

•accumulate non stop in a kitchen where food is prepared regularly, not so much in kitchens of those who order out or go out to find their daily fare
•take up valuable kitchen counter space, more slowly if you have lots of space, more rapidly if you have a mini kitchen
•begin to smell if left too long on their own, the may contain things but don’t do much else
•don’t wash themselves, you must do that for them and yourself and your guests
•are useless on their own
•are best hidden inside dishwashers, if you have one
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Dirty Soup Ladle

•must be washed or thrown out if you have paper plates and such
•can be dried, but unlike laundry can not be hung out to dry
•can be left to dry in dish rack, dish rack can double as dish cupboard
•glassware breaks more frequently than plates
•bowls tend to chip more often than plates
•cheap dishes don’t last
•plates don’t always break or shatter when dropped onto kitchen floor, depending on hardness factor of your floor
•sometime the piece you wish would break doesn’t break, even if you introduce it to the floor
•dishes sometimes find their way under the couch or under your bed
•your coffee cup does not have to be washed every time you’ve used it, unless you like using milk or creamer in every cup

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Danger Knife in Water

•cutlery will cut or stab you while hiding beneath the suds in your water filled sink
•will scald you if you use hot water but forgot how hot is is
•can put you in a sour mood
•just thinking about doing dishes causes procrastination
•make you want a clean kitchen, someone elses clean kitchen
•make you envy magazine kitchen images
•cause you to avoid your kitchen
•drink liquids out of inappropriate containers
•are not entertaining
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•do not make you hungry
•are invisible when cleaned and put away
•don’t always match, bachelors don’t often care about that, girlfriends of bachelors often do
•stack well if one is organized and avoiding doing them for the time being
•can take an inordinate amount of time, if procrastination has been involved and you’ve run out of things to use
•can shrivel up your hands
•cause you to use rubber gloves
•make you feel oddly happy, if you have a chip free whole matching set
•keep your recently cooked meal warm if you heated the plates beforehand
•keep you coming back to the sink, cupboard, kitchen to use them

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Kitchen Sink

•knives are frikiin’ dangerous, either the dull ones or the really sharp ones
•forks can put holes in your hand if grabbed improperly
•spoons stir, measure and spoon things
•pasta bowl sets rock
•soup bowls should be large
•pots and pans are required
•baking tins and pans are good for baking things and blackening
•pizza pans can be holy

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The Making of a Dirty Pot

•plastic does not have the same feel as porcelain or glass
•if you love food, you have way too many dishes in your kitchen
•if you like entertaining, you most likely have even more dishes than the average human
•you know you are a bachelor if your camping dishes sneak into your kitchen cupboards
•expensive dishes do the same things as cheap dishes
•cheap dishes don’t last as long as expensive dishes
•sometimes you can get expensive dishes cheaply
•every dish must be washed

… I better get in there and do my dishes, again.

Quote for This Day

“Gravitation is not responsible for people falling in love.”
Albert Einstein (a smart guy; 1879-1955)


Most of us have them. Friends. Some of us don’t.

Real or sometimes imagined (read facebook friends). There are many kinds of friendships and friends: close friends, far away long distance friends, childhood friends, family friends, best friends, casual friends, long time friends, new friends, old friends, weird friends, incredible friends, asshole friends, and occasional friends but the thread that runs through these kinds of relationships we have is friendship.

That special feeling we shared with that special person that was enough to connect us to them through some kind of mutual understanding, experience or viewpoint. It is akin to falling in love and in a way it is, however I think that it is that we can recognize ourselves and are reflected in another and find the acceptance in that realization when two like minded people meet and become friends.

Some of us have many friends and could be compared to our wardrobe selections, while some on the other hand enjoy fewer relationships, to be counted on one hand and compare to that favorite shirt or that favorite pair of jeans; you know the ones. They just make you feel so good when you slip into them. Just as that friend makes you feel when you are together, doing whatever.

I have a handful of good friends. That’s all I need. And most of those are long distance friends, people with whom I have spent close and intimate experiences with at one point in my/our lives and have moved away and grown apart in many real senses. And yet the friendship remains, persists in spite of everything. Even if those friends I hold dear don’t communicate as I do. I write, they don’t. It’s weird but true and I have gotten used to it after years of frustration. It is what it is.

That which makes close friendships special is the fact that no matter how long the times between a face to face encounter, the connection does not waver or suffer. It is often like a time warp feeling.

And then let’s not forget that special frienship condiment ‘catch-up’ that works like a quick acting bonding agent, over drinks, a shared meal, fast food  a cup of tea or coffee. That togetherness when the information gap is topped up again and the deep waters have been plumbed for connection, compared life experiences and insights. Friends just like being together. Those waters run deep if not always smooth.

Last week I had the opportunity to again hook up with a long time friend whom I had not seen in many months. Before our last visit it had been many many years during which contact had been lost and I was so happy to realize and rediscover that our friendship was still intact, still close and as interesting and vibrant to both of us as it had been in years gone past. We had matured and so had our friendship, and that is the beauty of it all. True friends simply are … no need to try to be … no pretense or fake this or that. Just true self.

And for that I am forever grateful. That these kinds of relationships offer that kind of unconditional connection. No matter what.

Some say that friends are Gods way of apologizing to us for our families and perhaps there is a kernel of humoros truth in it, but family also offers friendships even if it not something all of us all of us discover. Family ties and connections is another topic altogether and best left for another scribble session.

I like the friends I have in my life and am glad to learn from them and to be there for them whenever I can.