It Could Happen…

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Originally published by Jean Sunday, September 12, 2010

If you were me
and I were you
I think I’d be confused.
Your socks would sag
Your pants would drag
Your shoes would be askewed.
I’d sip your wine
instead of mine
Then probably p’tu-it.
There’d be no getting used t’it.
The mix of you
swapped ’round with me
might fail to find the conduit.
Sparks would fly
There’d be a cry
We’d end up glooped ‘n puddled.
Best you stay there
and I stay here
evade our being fuddled.
I’d miss the me
and you would you.
Two twains not meant for meeting.
Happystances less than fleeting.
Does make no sense
in trading tents.
Isall discombobulation.
Keep what you’ve got
and covet not
another’s home play station.

End Of The Road

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There comes a time when 4-wheel drive is no help at all.

Sunrise Over Lake Huron

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From the eastern shore of northern Michigan – north of Oscoda – the lake is about 100 miles across at this point. Not intentionally, but on the eastern shore of the lake at this point is the beach where I spent most of my youthful summers … and learned that “warm” water (as I was often informed that it was – my mother lied to me) in the northern Great Lakes is good drinking temperature.

Back before Global Warming, we’d drive out on the ice a bit south of here; if it was thick enough to stymie Coast Guard ice-breakers, it was certainly safe for cars. At least so far as our feeble minds were capable of thinking at that age. Made it 20 miles out one time.

We’d do a lot of foolish things like that.

God was watching over us …

Hissss

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“Just as the spat between Elon Musk and President Trump seemed to have reached cruising altitude, Musk hit the afterburners“

Regardless of how you feel about either one of them, this can’t be good for the country.

On The Bus

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Istanbul

We Were Both Minding Our Own Business

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Except I was walking and he was dozing.

In a nice bit of shade right in the middle of the path.

Did I mention it was a hot summer day in southern Arizona?

The path was narrow … I was literally between a rock and a hard place … and I had places to go and no desire to back up.
Anymore than he had a desire to move from such a comfortable place to laze away this fine summer afternoon.

So I stopped – a polite distance away – and we had a bit of a discussion. I said my piece; he said his.
I pointed out the error of his thinking – he pointed out he was armed and wasn’t taking any nonsense.

I countered with my point of view – the fact that I was armed didn’t seem to faze him one little bit.
I told him I didn’t really have any argument with him but that I was going to pass by.
He attempted to convince me that he didn’t care – he wasn’t moving.

Eventually he saw my point of view – we came to an understanding: he moved on, I passed by … and other than a vigorous bit of noisy displeasure on his part, no harm was done to either party.

I get grumpy too when someone disturbs my nap …

Domain Name

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I just received an offer to buy Gerard’s domain name “americandigest.org”. No price mentioned nor was the offer from Neo (I wouldn’t expect it to be). I’m not inclined to buy it, I wouldn’t use it – I’d prefer the name to fade away. On the other hand, controlling the name would keep it from being used for other purposes – assuming someone would purchase and use it. (A “normal” registration costs about $20/year or less).

I have no reason to think this is anything more than a first-chance and friendly offer.
Just letting y’all know …

untitled…

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Originally posted 9/29/2017

I’m not much for
conscious prayer
but I do some
silent thinking
that could be
construed as such
I guess.
Some days sling
challenges
that make me duck
for cover
as I stumble
grasping, angry
and frightened
Searching for
the right thing
to do again.
Always the awkward
dance.
Knocked to my knees
Sometimes screaming.

Tunes For Tuesday – It’s A Beautiful Day “White Bird”

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A sample of some obscure – and some maybe not obscure – tunes from my strange and off-the-wall collection.

Today’s selection: It’s A Beautiful Day “White Bird” 1968

Hippies!

A 1967 San Francisco band; their most famous cut was inspired when living in Seattle during winter.

“Where the ‘white bird’ thing came from … We were like caged birds in that attic. We had no money, no transportation, the weather was miserable. We were just barely getting by on a very small food allowance provided to us. It was quite an experience, but it was very creative in a way.“

Nice tune though

Free?

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Aside from the concept of anything “free” from the government, we have this:

“‘Free’ Government Money Accounts For 19% Of All Personal Income“
“Free money includes Medicare, Medicaid, SNAP, Social Security, and more…“

If Social Security and Medicare are “free”, what the hell are all those deductions out of my paychecks for the last umpteen years paying for?