Witholding words and, thus, myself. No trust enough to tell all to anyone. No one anywhere who can coddle and absorb and still remain the same, loving, after knowing all that is.
Indeed, myself as most do, parse words carefully, even in our own hearts.
Some words are painted glossy to look better than they are. Some are weighted so as to never surface, certainly not in daylight for others, and often not either known in our own nights.
Sometimes tripping over the shadows (there are always shadows since nothing true disappears completely), the bolt of pain in the stubbed toe flashing a memory of self back to surface. A moment only long enough to frantically push it back into the basement and slam the door closed again. Looking behind self, fearful that someone might have noticed, might have recognized an unadmitted truth. Then walked away. Ashamed for knowing.
But, no. No one else. I keep myself alone enough to pick and choose, pick and choose carefully, what words will be dressed for dinner. Offered on a gilt-edge platter. Will be only my best at any table shared. Why do we fluster so about how to know others while we fail to know ourselves?
Words not spoken may reveal more truth than those brandished in the open.
Not at all what you would think. If you saw. If you knew.
Fast Service: No matter how long it takes. You don’t have to be crazy to work here. We’ll train you.
A buddy of mine lives about 40 miles away; we get together every so often for breakfast during which we solve the problems of the world and drink coffee. And then some more coffee. And then “Sure, we can use a refill“.
We swap – sometimes I go his favorite eating establishment, sometimes he comes to mine. Mine’s better. Today it was mine … mostly because mine is shutting down in two weeks because the owners decided after 40 some odd years, it was time to retire.
40 miles out here is pretty much next door.
The place is regularly voted the best restaurant in town – even when including the foo-foo ones started and owned by “We left California because we’re conservative“.
One of the two such places is all light and fluffy with a “You’re done eating. Go away” attitude expressed in such a gentle manner. Food’s OK but not a place to sit and guzzle coffee. Besides, they charge for coffee refills and the foo-foo chairs get uncomfortable after a bit. Ferns and stuff all over the place with little cafe tables.
The other has a “cowboy” theme. It’s such a fancy place that they fill up the empty space on the plate around the “entree” with the number on the bill. $7 beer? But no problem walking in and getting seat right away. The place to go if you need to impress big city folk for some reason.
Let me tell you from experience. With few exceptions, a conservative Californian is well to the left of center in Idaho – unless one visits the capital city where the city council voted to make the fag flag an “official city flag” because the governor outlawed all flags on public facilities except the US, State, and official city flags, including BLM and LBGTWTF flags and even Trump flags.
Boise City’s going to turn this state blue yet – and it wasn’t that long ago Boise was a decent city pretty much isolated from the rest of the country – Seattle is about 500 miles away, Portland 350, Reno and Salt Lake about the same at just over 300 – until the local university football team beat Oklahoma in the 2007 Fiesta Bowl, got national attention, and attracted all the national sports nuts. Especially with their blue field.
Guess what the lead news stories mostly consist of these days?
All of a sudden, the university realized money was theirs to be had, so of course the stadium had to be upgraded. Where do you suppose that money came from?
And why is it the head football coach is by far the highest paid state employee (Annual Salary: $1,100,008.00)? #2: The head basketball coach Annual Salary: $1,000,001.60. #3 Former head football coach. Doesn’t even coach anymore but has a contract Annual Salary: $781,268.80. #4: President of not as big university Annual Salary: $479,191.78. #5 President of the big university Annual Salary: $473,449.60. #6 Executive Director Athletics at big university Annual Salary: $465,004.80 #7 Offensive Coordinator Football Annual Salary: $460,012.80 #8 Defensive Coordinator Football Annual Salary: $440,003.20 #9 President of smaller university Annual Salary: $420,000 Governor: $151,400
And why is it the taxpayers get to help support all this? Rah, rah, rah! Go Team!
I get more and more convinced that “sports” has become a detriment to this country and should be stripped away from institutions of education.
But that’s not the problem we discussed today.
Today’s Yesterday’s topics: How guilty is Comey? (Oh, yeah … how fast would we be in jail?) What’s the relationship between the stock market and the US economy? (Not much until the reckoning comes. Likely soon) Will it be safe to travel across country this summer? (Maybe. Depends on where)
And the biggie:
What happens if someone does manage to off DJT? Can you say “S*storm?
Buddy just got back from Philippines. He’s thinking of moving there. Not for me: Too much humidity, too many people all trapped on an island.
Anyway, this diner has the best pecan rolls I’ve ever had … and they’re shutting down Memorial Day. I need to find a place that knows biscuits and gravy. With a couple of eggs over easy on top. You’d think that would be easy. You’d be wrong.
Needs excellent homemade cinnamon rolls and pies. You know – a place that cooks rather than heats up.
They can’t sell. The building’s been grandfathered in for decades and will be condemned soon after it closes. Those are usually the best places to go …
Went to Rural King the other day to get mutt food and Equine Pine cat litter. My wife asked me if I could get here 1 flat each of Red Sage and Red Impatiens. I said sure and looked em up so I would know what they looked like.
RK didn’t have the Red Sage but they had the Impatiens, in 3 distinct variations of red. Oh dear, what to do. So I bought 2 of each color, 6 total. Also, I saw small white flowers called Night Dream and I bought 2 of them too.
I got home and she came out to the vehicle to get her posey’s and freeked out. Lemme see if I can describe this.
The flowers themselves are teeny and each is in a small cupcake size plastic container and the containers are grouped in 6 individual flowers. And, there were 4 of the individual containers of 6 in each flat. Apparently my idea of “flat” is diff from what my wife’s is.
She explained she only wanted (2 each) of the 6 packs for each of the Sages and Impatiens. I bought 4 times as many as she wanted. So now she has to find a place to plant all that stuff.
During the 40+ years we have been together we always go to some places in the spring and she buys flowers to plant. I don’t have much interest in such things so when we get there (Rural King type places) she heads to the garden center and I head to the tools/boots/hardware/baby chickens-ducks area and we meet up later on after she’s loaded all the purchases in the vehicle. I never pay much attention to what she buys. On the way home while I’m driving she’ll rattle on about where she’s going to plant such and such, and how she bought 2 more bags of soil, etc., etc., and while I’m paying attention to the road my mind is also thinking about that Husky chainsaw with the 42″ bar or the 48″ LED shop lights and various other things that interest me. I may seem to be in conversation with her by nodding my head now and then, and saying, “Yeah” at the appropriate times, I’m in my own world. I’ve long learned how to fly on auto-pilot. That’s why I bought 4 times as many flowers as she was wanting. The flowers are sitting in the shade on the north porch but she will be workin’ them this weekend. I’ll get out my Stihl chainsaw with 20″ bar and get it all spruced up and ready for summer bidnit.
My mother in law used to make quilts. Hundreds of them over her lifetime. Old skool, by hand, method. When our son was born she made a small quilt for him that had kitty’s all over it. Small, like maybe 24 inches by 36 inches, mostly light blue. With kitty’s. lol
Like Linus, our son always had that quilt close by when he was little. So much so that my wife had to distract him so she could put it in the washing machine due to being dragged around everywhere. After awhile it seemed like a weekly thing for her to break out the needle and thread to “fix up” the tattered thing. His “blanky” habit started waning when he was about 6 and one day blanky just disappeared and our son never noticed. He had moved on.
When spring rolls around my wife comes out of her winter cacoon and starts the new year. Washing windows inside and out, rolling up large rugs and hanging them over the railings, scrubbing all the wood floors down to base and then repolishing them, etc. And throwing stuff out.
Old people have a lot of stuff. T’was ever thus I suppose. And my wife hates clutter. Well, in the spring she hates clutter. But the rest of the year the clutter accumulates all over again….
Last week she was going through some boxes from the back of a closet and lo and behold there was our sons kitty blanky. She brought it out to my office and said, “Look what I found!” I looked, and asked, “What is it?”
Instantly, in her eyes, I saw a chasm of hurt, and daggers. In her mind it was impossible for me to not immediately recognize our son’s kitty blanky. But there I was, forgetting all over the place like a pro. Look, I hadn’t seen that thing since the 1980’s and there’s been a lot of water under the dilapidated bridge since then.
She said she was torn about whether to ditch it or put it back in the box. I sort of detected that she was asking rather than telling me something. I told her, “When in doubt, don’t do anything, otherwise you may regret it.”
Later at suppertime she said she put the kitty blanky back in the closet, but had 2 big bags of “stuff” she was going to sit out at the curb.
Chief U.S. Magistrate Judge Gregory Wormuth ruled that the federal government had failed to demonstrate that the illegal immigrants knew they were entering the restricted New Mexico National Defense Area (NMNDA).
According to court filings dated May 14 and 15, the government argued that it had placed signs in both English and Spanish to declare that the area is a military zone and that any unauthorized entry is prohibited.
But Wormuth stated that this was insufficient to prove that the illegal immigrants knew they were violating security regulations when they entered the areas, as the defendants may have missed the signs.
Why was the military not involved with illegal entry into a restricted military zone?
How many of us have received a ticket, been arrested, or some other such under the concept that “ignorance of the law is no excuse“. How many of us believe illegal aliens don’t know they’re breaking US law when they cross the border? How many of us realize we’d be charged or arrested if we crossed illegally into Canada or Mexico, especially into a military zone?
How many of us are getting tired of hearing about “judges”?
How many are beginning to think DJT’s administration is yet again just another example of smoke, mirrors, and fluffy talk?
you are not old who still sees beauty: in a smile older than yours or a tree that casts no shade or a home with peeling paint or a lone flower in a weedy bed, in a threadbare quilt of patches, a day whose only music is a birdsong or someone humming in the kitchen.
