Dreamer’s World January 30 2016 – A Quiet Saturday Morning

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There are times when all I want to do is just relax. Today is one of those days. As I woke up after Hal (person) has left for work, I can spend time with The Stooges and not have any deadlines on my mind, no tasks that require my immediate attention, and no obligations that I have to meet. Times like these are special and should be cherished because they are so rare. As I was sitting in the living room I had the good fortune to look up and saw this beautiful sight. Immediately I reached for the iPhone and snapped this picture.

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If I were to title the picture, it would be Solitude and Bliss. It represents a beautiful moment when the sunlight comes into the apartment on a quiet Saturday morning, and there isn’t a sound to be heard. Stevie Nicks is resting on the back of the chair, while Hal (cat) is relaxing on the floor. They both value this quiet time as well. There is no sound at all, no TV obviously because I prefer it that way and no radio or music either. The quiet is welcome here except for the clicking of the keyboard on my Chromebook as I type. I am actually very proud of this picture because of the variations in light and I feel that it really captures the mood I want to create. As with most things, serendipity plays a role because I never imagined that the picture would turn out so well.
    I have already made a few adjustments to my blog format and I am pleased with the results so far. The theme itself might be changed although I thought that would be more of a necessity than an option because I wasn’t sure that my intended changes would reflect the way I wanted them to. Consider it a live-and-learn type of thing and keep moving forward. That is how I will approach it. I am sure that I will continue to mess with the blog settings on WordPress in the future as I get more comfortable with the settings and recognize how the options and widgets can help me get what I want to see onto my blog.
     I finally decided to take a nap and the last thing I really saw before falling asleep was Hal (cat) keeping me company.

 

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I slept for about 3 hours, I was more tired than I thought, and woke up when Hal (person) came home. We have no plans to go anywhere right now and I can enjoy more time as I write this afternoon. I suppose that I more tired than I though I was. I am forsaking my daily walks today as I just rest. I will hopefully get back on track tomorrow.
    Hal (person) has gone to bed for a nap of his own right now. That is a sure sign that we are not going anywhere later, and I am fine with that more than I might normally be. If I do venture out later, it will only be to the store for necessities and then immediately back home. It reminds me od how this post started when I said I enjoyed not having things that had to be done hanging over my head today.
     I am tempted to order dinner this evening, but I think that I will just have something here at home and perhaps I will go to brunch tomorrow.

Dreamer’s World January 13 2016 – Where Have The Years Gone?

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     Next Wednesday, I reach another birthday. I am not superstitious about these things and I know that age is just a number that we assign to ourselves. I suppose what makes this upcoming birthday different is that as I prepare to turn 52 years old, I am realizing that there is more life behind me than ahead of me. Where has all this time gone?
     I can clearly recall mornings from my childhood. There seems to be a memory for each season. I can smell the grass in the summertime, I can feel the silent cold of the snow that I hoped would keep me from going to school. The memories are so intense I can almost reach out and touch them.
     I remember Mom and Dad always teaching me to think for myself and to question everything. I thank them for that each and every day. I remember the talks around the dinner table that lasted for hours. I remember the difficulties Mom had with her family since she had been adopted as a young girl. Her natural siblings found her later in life. I remember how Mom struggled to put together a family that she never knew. I remember Dad telling me that it was the three of us against the world.
     I remember our town getting a McDonald’s and thinking that we had finally reached the big time. I remember cable tv when it was something that we couldn’t afford, but somehow we never missed.
     I remember playing 2nd base and center field. I can still hear the “ping” of the aluminum bat as I would race around to 2nd base after hitting a double into the right-center field gap. I remember playing right field on e game and backing up an errant throw to first base. I unloaded a bullet to 3rd base that had the runner out by 10 feet.
     I remember listening to songs for the first time. These are the most relevant memories for me. The music never changes. The memories the music evokes varies from time to time, but always in a good way.
     I remember the first kiss, I remember the first date, I remember the first rejection. I remember the first heartbreak that I swore I would never recover from. Silly me, life would prove that was just a warmup for later. I remember playing in a band, I remember being in the marching band, I remember friends that have vanished into the mists of time. I remember Saturday morning cartoons that weren’t designed sold to sell toys. I remember the Road Runner and Wiley Coyote on a 13-inch screen.
     I remember elementary school where it seemed I was always being held back because I was taught so much at home. I was taught to be inquisitive and to never stop learning. I remember thinking that so many kids there we’re just going through the motions and not caring about anything.
     I remember middle school, I remember the school dances. I remember the feeling that I had made some cosmic and karmic advancement from elementary school. I remember finally being allowed to write what I wanted in English class to let my creative side out.
     I remember high school. I remember the nerves when I took my driving test since my Dad had suffered a stroke and was unable to be there with me. I remember parties that I wasn’t supposed to go to, so naturally I went anyway. I remember causing trouble, or what passed as trouble in a small town. I remember school trips with the marching band. I remember the feeling that I was invincible just like everyone else and that life was nothing but roses (watch out for those thorns). I remember dates, I remember long quiet evenings just talking about getting the hell out of our hometown. I remember my Dad passing away when I was 17 and feeling that a void had been created that would never be filled. I remember graduation. It felt like parole had been granted.
     I remember the year before I went away to college. I remember watching so many of my friends dutifully lock themselves into our hometown. I remember their expressions that said they had no choice, that they had not prepared to do anything else. They attempted to comfort themselves with the belief that thus was the best that they could do. I remember the revelation that I was indeed different. I remember knowing that I could not just melt into the town to never surface again as an individual.
     I remember college. I remember the new faces and the new environment. I remember the tears in my Mom’s eyes as she drove away after making sure that I was settled into the dorm my first year. I remember making new friends. I remember being challenged intellectually for what seemed the first time in my life. I remember the college marking band and the football and basketball games that I was able to attend because I was with the band. I remember the Challenger explosion as it happened on CNN in the Student Center. I remember the sense of awe as history unfolded in its terrible glory and older people talked about the JFK assassination, although that happened before I was born. I remember that it taught me that the world goes on regardless of tragedy, and the only real choice we have is to keep moving forward as well.
     I remember when I joined the Navy after college because I wanted to get into a job field that wasn’t open to anyone without military training. I remember the pride my Mom had when she saw me in uniform. I remember seeing parts of the world that the old friends in my hometown could only dream about. I remember good times and bad from the Navy. I remember nearly being married twice (luckily I never got there).
     I remember meeting a friend, Donald Beasley, who would remain a close part of my life. I remember meeting his wife and family years later and feeling like I belonged. We still visit them even though Don was killed in a motorcycle accident in 2014.
     I remember leaving the Navy when my Mom’s health failed her at last. I remember finally finding my soulmate in Hal (person, not the cat) right as I left the Navy. I remember Mom treating Hal as part of our family. I remember us both being there as Mom let our her last breath. I remember saying goodbye to her.
     I remember the struggles after leaving the Navy. I remember how Hal and I have always managed to find a way to get through things together. I remember various jobs, some good, some bad until I landed the right job that I have held for 10 years. I remember the cats that we have had, UK, Muffin, Spartacus, Maxwell, Stevie Nicks, and now Hal (cat).
     I remember all of the cars I have had, the AMC Pacer (don’t laugh), the late 70s Mustang (yuck), the Nissan Sentra hatchback, the Chevy Nova (blah), the Ford Explorer, the Honda Civic EX, the Jeep Cherokee, the Nissan Sentra (nothing but trash), and finally the 2002 Beetle (love it).
     I remember how I feel at this moment. I wonder where have the years gone? 

Dreamer’s World January 7 2015 – Blogging 101 Day 4 – My Target Audience Is…….

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     This post is going to be tougher than I imagined when I first read the assignment. I don’t know that I have ever purposefully attempted to guide my writing to suit anyone in particular, or to make them appreciate it or me. I write to soothe the urge within myself, at times it seems that I spin my wheels and repeat things in multiple posts, but I accept that as a cost of writing.
     I did take on the Blogging 101 course with the intention of improving my writing skills, so I will give this a shot.
     The person I would like to impress is YOU. That is, if you enjoy hearing about normal life events with some grander themes thrown in from time to time. I hope that you love cats, because we have 3 of them. Spartacus, Stevie Nicks and Hal.
     Hal is also the name of my partner of 16 years, so I suppose that if you are turned off by that fact then you fall off the list of my target audience. I am a Progressive with no time for religion or for those who use religion to mask their own failings, or to use religion to persecute others who don’t have their own view of the world and the people in it.
     I am a White male, my partner is a Black male, another obstacle for some, if that is the one that causes you to stop reading, enjoy the rest of your day.
     I will soon be 52 years old and that is too old for some. I have no hang-ups about other peoples’ ages because we all have something to contribute to this world.
     I love almost all types of music, with the notable exception of either/noth country and or western. While the songs can tell powerful stories, the environment in which they reside just isn’t my style. I suppose that is something else to stop some readers at this point.
     I am a sports fan, but not obsessive. I do not live and die based on the results from my favorite teams. Sports is something that I enjoy participating in as well, although I am not a world-class athlete.
     In summary I am a complicated human being with opinions and needs and desires and passions. Just like everyone else. I don’t know who I should write this to, so I submit it to all.

Dreamer’s World January 23 2015 – Spartacus

    Spartacus recently had to go to the Vet because of an ear infection. He is doing fine now. Hal and I wash his ears out twice a day and administer drops in his ears each evening.
    I am glad to report that SPartacus is doing much better now. The financial hit from the Vet was substantial, but Hal and I managed to get it taken care of. I am glad that I was able to handle my half of the expense without incident, and this goes back to my financial discipline that I have written about in the past.
    There was never any question about taking care of Spartacus. He is part of the family. I cannot imagine what we would have felt like if we knew he was not feeling well and were unable to do anything about it. There was never any doubt from Hal or myself that we would find a way to take care of him. Spartacus has been with us for nearly 14 years, and we hope to have him for at least 14 more, although that probably isn’t realistic. Regardless, we are going to nurse him back to health and treasure our time with him as we have done for the last 14 years.
    It is amazing how attached we become to our pets. Without children, they are the most important things in our lives, or at least they should be. I honestly cannot watch the tv commercials about animals that have been abused. People who torture animals deserve to have the exact same thing done to them!
    Spartacus is doing great after a few days of treatment. The first day he was just not happy about the digging in his ears with a cotton ball soaked in medicine. The ear drops didn’t go over too well with him either. Now, he willingly accepts the ear washing without complaint because he realizes that he feels much better afterwards. Hal can hold him and he won’t squirm or struggle at all after the second day.
When Spartacus walks around the apartment now, he loos and acts like he is 5 years younger. That is reward enough for Hal and I and also confirmation that we have done the right thing.