Kill Switch

Emergencies only!

Shouted out, in

Bold, black script

Finality, condensed

Without, nagging complexity

No ethical considerations

Either, On, or off

In one fluid motion

For better or worse

All sales were final

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Rushes To Judgement

Can’t run away from troubles

But, you’d like to try

My train of thought derailed

Maybe it was on the wrong track?

Extremists took advantage

Of bad situations

Somebody’s bound to do it

They always did

No concept of time

They’ve no place to go

Don’t depend on anybody else

Do what you know is right

Don’t let the bad guys win!

How long will this go on?

Nobody knew for sure

Ways To Waste Time

No need to name them all–except to say, electronic gadgets played a large part.

What happened to, take your time–don’t hurry?

Lest I stray away from the subject, back to the aforementioned toothless vacuum cleaner saga; that nobody wants to hear about–it’s the last day of July.

That means fall is approaching with cooler days and nights.

Oh, the mischief I could get into, were I more technologically adept.

It’s just as well. North ends of southbound horses?  Offenders wouldn’t get the message. They’d prefer to display their ignorance on social media forums. It would be a complete waste of time.

My mouth has gotten me in plenty of trouble, without the assistance of electronics.  It’s a good thing I’m older and wiser.  At least, I’d like to think so.

The Good Old Days (A Clear Path to the Outhouse)

A post, based on one from five years ago, to mark the beginning of this blog’s sixth year. Most early posts, in my opinion, were quite dreadful.

Were the “good old days” really that good? There were fewer creature comforts. No one had air-conditioning. Half the town had outdoor plumbing.

Imagine the joys of trotting to the outhouse on cold, snowy, winter nights.  Summers were worse, with flies, stinging insects, and the horrible stench.  You became accustomed to the sounds of mud daubers building their nests; knew not to disturb them.

Nobody knew any different. Somehow we survived. Keeping perspective–gasoline was 20 cents per gallon, unless there were gas wars. A sack of candy could be had for a quarter. Consumer goods were cheaper.  Wages were considerably less than today.

Would I want to go back? The answer would be a resounding, NO! I like my creature comforts too much. There is no way I’d want to revisit years of teenage angst.  I wouldn’t want to restart this blog–either.

I would like, however, to recover time wasted worrying over things, I now know weren’t important. That, and a renewed appreciation for the things I have–that could be taken away should times take a bad turn.

Why Can’t I Get An Answer?

After being gone for an extended period of time, I tend to get reflective.

Elvis Presley’s “Why Can’t I Get An Answer?” still plays in the background of my head.

What was important to remember from the last three weeks?

Perhaps most important, is that, there aren’t always answers–only more questions.

Dignity can’t be taken away unless we allow it to be.

Confidence in one’s self goes a long way. I learned the hard way.

I hadn’t been around little ones for a long time.  Young children’s minds were like little sponges.  They watched everyone and everything around them.

Things will never again be like they were in my youth.  And, some of that’s a good thing.

Someone, once said, there is more work done before and after vacation, than at any other time.  I can attest to that.

 

Taking It Easy

Out to breakfast at my favorite diner. There seemed to be a lot on this blog about dining.

That should come as no surprise to those who know me. I like to eat–it’s a challenge to enjoy fine dining and stay healthy.

Preparations need to be made for an extended trip out of town.  There’s still plenty of time.

This Father’s Day, I’m content to take a back seat–watch children, grandchildren, nieces and nephews. If they attain success, then I’m happy.