Re-blog from September 2013 about confidence, betrayal, self-doubt.
Daylight faded early
With the onset of winter
Self-doubts from deepest
Recesses of the mind, crept
In, under cover of darkness
The only light, came from
A night stand alarm clock
Like slow-motion destruction
Of a high-rise building
With cast-iron souls
Headed over the falls
In leaky boats
Blindsided by fear
He died a little each day
The smile façade
Concealed a grimace
Talk was cheap
Caring was expensive
My lawn is squishy from excessive summer rains. Please, somebody turn off the faucet.
Perusing the news. A 100-year-old fruitcake was discovered to still be edible. Any takers?
More people are cheating on their taxes. I think the same people have always cheated–just never got caught.
The parent company of IHOP and Applebees, is reportedly ready to close up to 160 underperforming outlets. Funny thing, I was just talking about our local franchise, and how it had gone downhill.
Anyone else want to see an “Apolitical Television Network?”
Radio commercials heard many times before–“make money working from home;” “reduce credit car debt forever;” “regain your brain power.” Have to give credit for persistence.
Frozen pizzas were scattered all over the highway in an Arkansas community this week, due to a delivery truck mishap.
Elvis Presley week is fast approaching. Do you have celebration plans?
Is the current crises with N. Korea like the Cold War of the past? It is a small reminder of what it was like. The Cold War was much worse. When schools start to have “duck and cover” drills, once again–then, I’ll start to worry.
Some experts alleged predicted solar eclipse maps were inaccurate. In any case, much of the northern hemisphere, will glimpse a complete to partial eclipse. I remember safely viewing past partial eclipses by reflections, and with welder’s helmets.
A stray cat ran across the outfield during a recent St. Louis Cardinals baseball game. The team went on to win and the fluffy tabby will henceforth be known as “The Rally Cat.” The feral cat was later found, and I wish him/her well.
The day started as usual. When I returned from walking the dogs at seven this morning, the doors to the sunroom were closed.
A bad sign; the thermostat near the A/C read nearly 80 degrees. Our patched-together HVAC unit bit the dust. After mowing and trimming the lawn, we holed up in the sunroom–which had its own HVAC system.
Technicians worked till around 3:30 in the afternoon. All turned out well in the end–although a few dollars poorer. Chalked up as another chapter in the joys of home ownership.
To sell something, you need to provide something people want. “Don’t give away the store; 1% of something was better than, 1% of nothing.” The relationship between buyers and sellers was tenuous at best.
Where were the hidden gold mines that enticed on the net? Engineered to appeal to insatiable appetites for excessiveness–“real deals,” “hidden money,” “little-known paths to prosperity.”
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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.
For selfish reasons–I’m glad the Fourth of July is over. Last night, fireworks explosions carried on, till almost midnight.
Max scratched on the bedroom door, to get out, till it was over. There wasn’t anywhere else to go. Why couldn’t he rationalize the same as humans? “Max, settle down, go to sleep.” My spouse slept through all of it.
All five dogs were affected to some degree. Great-grand-dog Dexter, Greta, Bogart, my grand-dogs, and Max and Maggie, hung out in the basement till bedtime.
I don’t begrudge anyone’s Fourth of July festivities. From this pet owner’s perspective–I’m glad it’s over.