The next time you’re facing a question of value; should I buy the quality shoes or spend the extra money for the better “this or that?” Remember this: If you have a $10 head, buy a $10 helmet. Translation; You’re worth it!
To be a parent to a child, I had no idea what to do. No handbook to guide me, so of course, one became two. Then two became three as my sanity waned. When three became five, sanity then ran away; it’s face now on a poster, wanted for escape.
All grown up, they’ve since moved away. They’re chasing their dreams in the most excellent of ways. We cherish the moments when they call or come stay, but we seem more like friends, than parents these days.
Oh, and sanity called me just the other day, to say hello and see if I’m ok. But at the mention of grandchildren, sanity groaned in pain, then just like old times, hung up and fled; as some things don’t change.
To be a friend to my children, I have no idea what to do. No handbook to guide me…
Staring into the churning abyss, the sailor fell to his knees, defeated by the raging waters of the sea. He layed down upon the wooden deck of his beloved, holding her close; hope waning, as wave after wave of the dreaded Nor’easter crashed mercilessly over her valiant rails.
Fiercely, she fought back against the towering waves, desperate to ward off it’s dark green waters, so eager to claim her. She must protect the sailor, who once saved her from the savage effects of time, earning her eternal love, from the fate that awaits all ships who dare leave the safety of the protected harbor.
The sailor had brought her from the bitter edge of ruin, finding deep within her hull, a fragile yet beating heart. He had searched where all others had failed and with tender care, returned her to the soothing waters. She became the sailor’s every passion and together they sailed the world’s oceans, making love to the sea, as the stars of the heavens guided their way.
But all is lost, for neither possessed the strength to fight the great sea further. Together in the end, finding passions’ last embrace; the ship and her beloved yield to the sea, who draws them inward, away from the land where the sun’s light warms the sails and the sailor, both now destined to remain in the peaceful depths of Neptune’s watery realm, where lives the souls of those, who born under the sign of water, return home once again.
Clearly, I’m missing something here. An Olympic curler has been accused of doping. Is there a rigorous activity I’ve overlooked? Some nuance that has escaped my eagle-like eyes? Let’s see,
Curling: One person shoves a flat rock-thing across an icy surface, then stares at it intensely. Then, two other people try and stay ahead of it as it moves slowly across the ice, sweeping the rock-thing’s desired path with brooms, hoping it will stop where they want it to. Oddly, it reminds me of shuffleboard; without the senior citizens.
Did I miss anything? It seems that at worst, you might fall on your ass or get a splinter from the broom.
Doping? I hope not.
It’s early in the morning and I’d like to turn on the TV. Ultimately though, that would lead to the national news and their dreaded panels or the local news where I would learn whose tractor flipped over or how the local chess team did. Other than that, it’s commercials about erectile dysfunction, Flo selling insurance or someone reminding me of how I should be feeling about an issue, which is frustrating and annoying. Keeping an opinion to yourself, is apparently a “cop out” in today’s world.
I get it though, we are in trouble. As a society, we’ve actually ground to a halt; paralyzed. The media, the people, the politicians; it’s either “this way or that”. Compromising, which used to be an act of meeting in the middle, is now seen as “giving in”; failing to get your way or “selling out” your cause. We are inundated daily with opinions and being forced to choose a side; and that side had better agree with the “popular” position or you will suffer certain backlash from their group. Well today, I’ll be Nero while Rome burns. If me not engaging in this mess matters that much, then burn baby, burn, we’ll rebuild again tomorrow.
I don’t feel like turning on the TV or fighting with those who disagree with whatever position I have or don’t have and I definitely don’t care whether the chess team won or lost. Today, I don’t want to hear your opinion and tomorrow’s not looking too good either. However, erectile dysfunction is something to ponder, as I am getting older, so I might need to watch that commercial again.
No, I think I’ll just read a good book this morning and watch the sunrise. We’re still allowed to do that, right?
It’s winter, it’s cold and I can’t Travel. Things could get darker…