A Few Wednesday Words

Just two days ago, the new local supermarket, was just a concrete slab. Today, Wednesday, there are walls standing. Interesting to watch construction progress, from the YMCA, across the street.

My furniture upholstery project seems to be an awesome success. Faded areas returned to original color. Have to admit, I didn’t feel confident as to results.

It’s pumpkin spice everything season–once again. Do you have special plans? Just like the Holiday Season, it starts earlier every year.

I like pumpkin pie, pumpkin cheesecake. Don’t care to have everything pumpkin spiced. Pumpkin spice pet foods? Do you think Fido or Fluffy really care?

Can’t Please Everyone

You can’t please everyone, so you have to please yourself.

Writing is the same as every endeavor in life.  If you’re not pleased with what you write, it’s not likely anyone else will be.  I write to attract readers, knowing, not everyone will be interested in what I have to say.

What attracted readers?  Was it sensationalism?  Click bait?  After the click, nothing of value remained, therein. If that was required for success, count me out.

In my opinion, there’s too much, “my opinion matters, yours doesn’t” these days.  Which leads to another conundrum.  How much non-conformity does it take to become conformity?

I intend to respect all opinions–whether I agree with them or not.  And, in turn, I would like to be respected.

 

 

Doesn’t Take a Weatherman To Know Which Way the Wind Blows

Nobody cares which parts of the country have good or bad weather. How one reacts to adverse conditions is what counts.

I’ve been grocery shopping with the wife; assisted with laundry. She’s been restricted from normal activities because of cataract surgery. She’s recovering well. A good excuse to go out for breakfast.

There will not be any further restaurant reviews. Everything I’ve recommended has gone out of business, caught fire, suffered from different forms of pestilence.

What makes things like that happen? Is it a matter of luck, when things one likes are discontinued or go out of business? My favorite creamy balsamic vinaigrette salad dressing disappeared. If this were a letter to “Dear Abby” it would be signed–“Desperate in the Deep South.”

Talk Is Cheap (Caring Is Expensive)

Re-blog from September 2013 about confidence, betrayal, self-doubt.

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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
Self-absorption, imploded
Like slow-motion destruction
Of a high-rise building

Meanwhile, miscreants
With cast-iron souls
Shamelessly, self-promoted
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

Conversation With a Friend

It’s been tough to get going today.  Started a post, didn’t like it.  It’s been shelved, till later. What would Floyd have to say?  If I know him as well as I think I do–something like this.  “If you have something to say–say it!  If you don’t have anything to say–then keep your trap shut!”  Maybe this little talk from 2015 will do me some good.

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“There seems to be a general decline in the ‘effimacaceousness’ of this blog,” Floyd observed–stroking his chin.

“How you figure?”  I answered his question with a question.

“He who answers a question with a question is a fool,”  Floyd philosophized.

“Will you get to the point and knock off the pseudo-intellectual shtick.”

“You’re first and foremost an imaginary character that exists only in my mind.  If it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t be here.”

“Did I hurt your feelings?  Don’t get your shorts in a bunch.  Just listen.

Floyd was attired for summer–bib overalls and slouchy railroad engineer’s cap.  At least, this time he had on a t-shirt.

Customary brown chewing tobacco spittle stained the corners of his mouth.  He expounded homespun philosophy with one foot on the front bumper of his light blue Ford pickup.

“All I was trying to say–is you need to lighten things up a bit,” Floyd answered.  “Most people get #$%@^& tired of hearing the same negative, mopey )*%@%^* day after day.  I failed to mention that Floyd’s vocabulary would make longshoremen blush.

“I’m glad to see you turned out smarter than your buddy Larry.  He’s purt near broke with three ex-wives.  Hasn’t got a pot to *&$% in.  He should have had enough *&^#$@^! sense to quit after wife number two.”

I hadn’t thought about Floyd for a long time.  Something about unshaven, sweaty men in bibs I’d prefer to avoid–as a general rule.  He was a memorable character.  If one looked past the disheveled, gruff exterior–he always gave good advice.

 

Find Things You’re Good At–Stick With Them

There are many things, at which I excel–not the least of which, is humility.  Negative attributes should taken into account.  How else can one ever hope for improvement?  No doubt, there are more, I just don’t have the time right now.

  • Overindulgence
  • Overthinking
  • Conclusion jumping
  • Tardiness
  • Pessimism
  • Skepticism
  • Obstinacy
  • Assuming
  • Being judgmental
  • Impulsiveness
  • Laziness
  • Malingering
  • Inattentive

I’ve stuck with these faithfully for many years.  Come to think of it–and I don’t desire to be boastful–that’s another attribute.  Excuse me, while I grab another donut.