December 21 In History/ How It Really Happened

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Thoughts on these days by Davidlind

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On this date in 1620 the Pilgrims left the Mayflower for the first time and stepped ashore in Plymouth, Massachusetts.

John McCain was there in a flash to greet them and ask for their support in the coming election.  They were going to have elections, right?

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Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs, the Disney film, had its unveiling in Los Angeles on this date in 1937.   There were protests outside the theater by a group condemning the movie for  “allowing a young lady to sleep under the same roof with seven little men”.

No one was too concerned about Bashful and Sleepy.  But Dopey and Happy had clearly been up to something.  And Doc might be involved in a  cover up if  it was discovered there was more than just bread baking in the oven.

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Author F.  Scott Fitzgerald and General George S. Patton both died on this day.   Fitzgerald died in 1940 and Patton waited five more years to kick off.

Both were colorful personalities.  Fitzgerald, of course, authored the fabulous novel, The Great Gatsby.   And Patton wanted to author the  autobiography,  The Great Patton, but never got around to doing it.

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In 1976 a tanker broke up near Nantucket Island spilling 7 million gallons of oil into the water and prompting the locals to come up with an off color poem to commemorate their anger and frustration.

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Eight years earlier Apollo 8 was launched and headed to the moon.   On board was a powerful 8 MB computer that made a buzzing noise when it was time for the astronauts to push a button to circle the moon and avoid spinning off  towards Pluto, Jupiter and Uranus.

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And finally on this date in 1864 General George A. Custer  and his cavalry force were attacked in Virginia by Confederate troops.

He survived the skirmish and was heard to say that there wasn’t a general  anywhere who could outmaneuver him when he was on a horse.

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Actor Samuel L. Jackson is 60 today.  Ray Romano is 51.  Boy you guys are getting old.  Just remember that you can’t take it with you but you can store up some heavenly rewards by giving it away.

My contact page is around here somewhere.


Ruminating On Silver Linings The Sunday Before Christmas/ B12 Helps Restless Legs Syndrome

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It’s 34 F outside and raining.  So much for snowflakes and icy glitter as Christmas approaches.  Once again the skies are gray and full of nondescript clouds.  The trees have given up making wild gestures  of despair.

Now they are all drooping in sodden slumber.  Wake us up when the temperature goes below freezing.   Splash us with a dressing of ice as portrayed in the photo I put up a few days ago.   That was last year.  Nothing so interesting has happened this winter.  Noah is probably happy in his celestial yacht.  Somewhere.

My cough returned for a encore run and I have a headache this morning.  Will it never end?  I decided to go for the cure and went out for Hardee’s cinnamon  and raisin biscuits.   Four of these guys plus some Mountain Dew or (even better) Vault will solve just about any pounding pain in the CD ( chrome domium).    And in fact it’s working.

But the photo taking has been postponed (again!)  until the rain and the coughing stop.

Any day now.   On a more positive note I discovered that liquid Vitamin B12 and B6  are sometimes beneficial for RLS (Restless Legs Syndrome).   I was giving a can of Red Bull a chance to wake me up while having an attack of RLS a few weeks ago.  And the shaky legs went away!   No more bees doing laps from my knees to my ankles.

So I looked at the ingredients and discovered the Vitamin B content.  Now I take a teaspoon per day and it helps once in awhile.  Yesterday I even took a nap!   Oh what joy.   A nap during the day for someone with RLS is better than you know what!  Imagine never being able to rest unless you have taken some medication that is used mainly by Parkinson patients!  Believe me you do not want to take that stuff during the day unless you plan to live in bed.

So here is the good news for the five or ten percent of the population out there who deals with this scourge.  Try B12 and B6 in liquid form.

AND  look for silver linings  in the clouds.  I managed to find some yesterday as I grabbed a few moments of exquisite slumber during the day.   Then dreamed I was kissing a beautiful girl in a field of sparkling grass on a sunny afternoon.

Later, upon awakening, I told Beth about this dream.  And a  few hours later she told me that company would be here tomorrow (now today) and we would not be alone again until   the new year arrives.

We have been wrapping so many presents lately.  Perhaps we should take a moment and unwrap a couple.

Just for fun.

Let's Stop Fighting And Help Those in Need

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This is what I wrote on June 30th.

Good News For Consumers/ Demand For Gasoline Down

And today on the radio they said that the price of gasoline was down 53 percent from its highs. A bit of good news amidst the economic chaos.  And so a lot of prices will be coming down.  And a lot of crazy practices on Wall Street will be outlawed.  Perhaps people will not be able to buy houses they cannot afford as well.

Perhaps we will all live closer to our means.  And  sleep better at night even if the rain comes in the roof of our 1940’s era home.

I know it is going to be very difficult for some.  I feel most for those guys with families who are going to lose their jobs and their homes.  I feel for their wives and children.   Gasoline at two dollars per gallon is not going to do much for them at first.

But maybe it will help to revive the economy and create new jobs.

We really need to establish places for families to stay who are caught in the economic nightmare.   The schools and the churches need to be used to provide shelter for families at night.   Groups need to be formed to make them comfortable and as cheerful as possible.

Families who need shelter are different from individuals who need shelter.  Perhaps that sounds controversial but I believe that a family that includes children is not going to take advantage of a shelter program most of the time. Someone who had a job with a corporation and applies for shelter this week with his or her kids is someone who genuinely needs help.   They join others with genuine needs for shelter.

Conservatives and liberals can come together to make this happen.   I see it happening all across America.  Conservatives are willing to help once they understand the need is genuine.  Liberals have much less of a problem in that area.   THIS SITUATION should bring them together.

Liberals are going to have their wishes fulfilled in Congress and the White House.  Maybe now we can all come together and create a closer nation where people help each other instead of fighting all the time.

Love Leaves A Memory/ Thomas Moore/ Richard Gilder/ Maya Angelou

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Death leaves a heartache no one can heal, love leaves a memory no one can steal. ~From a headstone in Ireland

Peace to each manly soul that sleepeth;
Rest to each faithful eye that weepeth…
~Thomas Moore

Better than honor and glory, and History’s iron pen,
Was the thought of duty done and the love of his fellow-men.
~Richard Watson Gilder

How important it is for us to recognize and celebrate our heroes and she-roes! ~Maya Angelou

Sleep and Early Morning

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And if tonight my soul may find her peace
in sleep, and sink in good oblivion,
and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower
then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created.
~D.H. Lawrence

Sleep: a poor substitute for caffeine. ~Author Unknown

Even thus last night, and two nights more I lay,
And could not win thee, Sleep, by any stealth:
So do not let me wear to-night away.
Without thee what is all the morning’s wealth?
Come, blessed barrier between day and day,
Dear mother of fresh thoughts and joyous health!
~William Wordsworth, “To Sleep”

The amount of sleep required by the average person is five minutes more. ~Wilson Mizener

I Woke Up This Morning And Went Here/ Homeless In America

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We are back in Richmond tonight.  Here’s a photo from this morning.  I woke up about 4:30 and the person next to me was still sleeping.  I slipped out and walked down to the beach.  Nothing was on my mind.  I was blank.   And I was watching this ship on the horizon.  After awhile it reached a point where the horizon started to glow a little bit and I thought “this must be where the sun is going to arrive”.

And then the ship burst into flame.  Or so it seemed.
This  photo is so dark.  I tried to lighten it up.  But nothing works.  This is the way the camera felt things were at this moment.  Does it seem ill-formed to you?
Time passed and I found other things to shoot.  What is a good way to describe what you are doing when you take a picture?  Shoot seems too much like NRA material.
There was a large woman sleeping in the sand.  She had been there the day before.  Later when the sun arrived she was there wrapped in her black clothing smoking a cigarette.  Someone started talking about a beached whale.
I didn’t find this  particularly funny.  What is it like to spend your day lying in the sand?  Do you talk to the sand?  Do you pray to the sky?
I wanted to take her photo.  But I didn’t want to invade her privacy.  Everyone in the photos I took today saw her there.  Nobody spoke to her.  She was in a separate world.  A separate universe.  And I couldn’t take anything from her.  So no photos.
After awhile I returned to the sky where we live.  I returned to the bed that catches the breezes as they enter the room from the balcony.  And I pulled the clean sheet up over my shoulder to evade the chill.  My brain settled into a dream .   And the woman next to me pressed her body against my back.
And the beach below received the waves and held the spirit of a large woman in a small nest.
Perhaps I will meet her in my dream. Because in the light of day the gulf is too wide and I find it too difficult to communicate with her.

Flowers and Sleep

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I feel the tiredness that tells me it will only be a few moments after resting in the bed before the sleep train will pull out of the station.   It feels so good.  And here is a flower photo because it has been awhile and flowers are our friends.  I should appreciate them more.  Maybe have some growing here in this room.   But now. . .sleep.

And then it is morning again.  Just like that!  And so dependable.  Never once has it failed to arrive although, of course, people don’t make it through the night all the time.  I hope to be one of those someday.  Just let me drift off in a dream and not return.

Here is a photo that struck me as being sort of interesting this morning.  Apparently we are heading back to  botanical garden mode as far as photos are concerned.  We are leaving the tropics behind.  We are leaving poetry and writing behind too.  I hear the sighs of relief.   Where are we going?  Not sure yet.  This weekend there is an air show around here.  But it’s supposed to rain?  Saturday is not going to be a good day for the US Open I hear.  Last night they said something about it during the Andy Roddick match.  I went to bed as they began the fourth set.  Who won?

So it’s maybe not going to be a good weekend to be outside.   But we shall survive.  Maybe I will read and write about some really good authors and poets.  I strayed too far outside my comfort zone in those areas and need to retire for awhile.  Maybe watch Craig Ferguson for a few hours.  He is so hilarious.  He has more energy than all the other guys put together and he is so funny.  In my opinion anyway.  Everyone has their favorite.  Beth really likes Dave.  The guy who has been distributing meat and cheeses to the Tri-state area for so  long.

Summer Ends/ Ruminations Commence

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Labor Day is just around the corner and summer is coming to an end.  I realize that some of us will still go to the beach in September and maybe even put our toes in the water.   But for reasons having to do with official policy summer is over.


“IT’S OVER!”

And it’s time to have a little philosophical moment here.  Why?  I don’t know.  Because we can?  Because we are bored and need something to do?

Because we have started referring to ourselves in the plural again and need to find a way to stop doing this?  We are not the Pope.  We will never be the Pope although we do have a rather bizarre fantasy about leading the world into the new millenium with our blogging efforts.

“Has he written a new post today?”  Words that will someday reverberate around the world in millions of homes.  NOT.

TODAY I would like to discuss with you a little problem that I have been noticing now for about, oh, many   years.

I know that there was a day before yesterday and a day before that and so forth.  But there must also be a day before the first day I can remember.  I know that I was born on December 25 (haha) 1948 and there must have been a day before that and so on back, back and back to the beginning.

Beginning?  Did I say beginning?  Well there must have been a beginning right?  Things have not just gone on forever.  So if there was a start somewhere eons ago then what was happening before the start?  NOTHING!

That’s why there was a start because before that there was nothing.  But, then, if there was nothing how could something have started out of nothing.  How could time have gotten started out of nothing all by itself?  That seems impossible.  So there was not a beginning perhaps.

And there will not be an end.

And that would mean that time actually does not exist. Because time is based on things starting and stopping or having a beginning and an end.

So maybe we just dreamed all of this up .  Maybe life is a dream!  And the fact that we go to bed every night, sleep and have dreams is a clue!   Because we wake up and say “Oh!  Good.  That was just a dream (if we just started WWIII) or Darn! That’s not good.  How do I get back into that dream?  (If we were having a nice time with Angelina while Brad was away making a movie  -He took all the kids with him). Maybe when we die we wake up and go “OMG what a strange dream I just had”.

Maybe we are dreaming right now.  You are reading this but you are dreaming.  I’m writing it but I am dreaming.  We think that dinner will be in a couple of hours but we are dreaming (Especially if we are supposed to be  making it and instead are goofing off at the computer.)

It’s all just a dream.  And one day we will wake up and go “Man!  That was some dream!

I wonder if we will still have the problem with time when/if that happens?  Because if it happens and I “wake up” and realize this gig is over and then look around and realize I’m still “doing time” I’m going to be really ticked !

Because that will mean I just went from one dream to another dream.  Maybe it will be a nicer dream.  But it will still be a dream.  And so the process will start over again.  Hopefully my hard drive will go with me wherever I end up so I can check these notes and make certain additions.

And communicate with the rest of you!

“Has he written another post yet today?”

Dieting For Dummies/ Entranced By Evita

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How do you solve a problem like Evita?

Because every time i read one of her posts I end up throwing something out! First it was the rum!

And now it’s my teflon coated frying pan!

http://evolvingwellness.com/posts/160/green-teflon/

I really hope she doesn’t decide that dog hair is bad for us. Sparky would have a fit. Malarky would start reading the help wanted section of the newspaper. And I would have to sleep with one eye open.

But frying pans are not really the issue today. Because I am addicted to sugar. It’s in just about everything we eat and it’s very addicting. You go into withdrawal if you don’t have your fix after awhile.

And I can’t stand the idea of being addicted to anything. So now your blogging buddy is on a diet. And he’s also walking every day. This morning we walked for forty five minutes. That’s up fifty percent from yesterday. And it’s up 150 percent from the day before. Because way back then we were just walking from the living room to the kitchen and back again.

When I noticed that we might one day go in the medical books as a miracle of some sort. Because it looks from up here like we are going to have a baby.

Blogger this year. Reality show icon next year. Right after the cute show about the parents who got six kids at one time after they took fertility drugs.

When I read Evita she mesmerizes me. I’m not sure if I believe everything she says but it doesn’t seem to matter much. Because I was due for an overhaul and she is the only one I see who has a nice looking blog and seems ready to go there with me.

Because when you do stuff like this you need to become really motivated. It’s an extreme deal until new habits are established and pick up some of the load. And even then it’s not a piece of cake as we all know. Hhmmm cake. I have been carrying around a tube of Ritz diet crackers for those moments when death due to starvation seems imminent. And a bottle of diet Seven-Up.

Please don’t tell me they are going to kill me too Evita! I need something!

Sigh. Why am I doing this?

Because you can be a senior citizen who is healthy or at least trying to be or you can go the other way.

Choose. That’s why.

Grumps must move on. . . .have a nice morning.

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Beach Watching/ Mother Nature Arrives

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Children laugh long and play under the sun

While waves crash around their happy actions.

And I was out there for a short while too

Watching a babe who was lithe and dark tanned.

When the ocean quite fast zeroed in on its man

And knocked me sideways onto my tender can.

Tumbling around in a large playful wave

I suddenly knew I should try to behave

And struggling emerged from a watery grave

To rest my poor bod in some inviting shade.

“Dear Father”

“Lay us down now

Let us rest for awhile

May the heat heal somehow

And improve our profiles.

The sound of children

Splashing nearby

Mend our souls and make us sane

Before we try to swim again.”

“Amen”.

It’s safer watching them from here.

The radar’s working well this year.

It seeks and finds brief suits defined

Curvaceous thighs victorious smiles. . .

I think it may be time to go

Back to my liquid filled furrow!

But now I feel the need to rest

Sleep slowly does my brow caress

The sound of booming waves assists

And soon I’m gone in dreams of bliss.

Dreaming I’m  a little boy

Perhaps of three or four

Playing on the water’s edge

Watching someone smile my way

A presence lovelier than any

Love eyes

You know from your own birth

Those gifts

From God that fill the earth.

She suddenly laughs and tenderly asks

“Did you love the wave I sent your way

My present to you on this wonderful day

As your thoughts were wandering

So very far away?”

Her eyes danced with fire soft starlight too

And her voice endless chimes did excite.

Her image shimmered as morning dew

In a changing gown of pure light.

Then the ocean stilled

As the waves ceased their motion

And all on the beach

Gathered round in devotion.

WHAT?!!

I awoke with a start!

Ran down to the shore

Dove into the water

Looked around for her alter.

No longer hunting for someone fair

With delicious body and long golden hair.

But seeking the love that keeps us alive

And wanting the source of the waves and our lives.

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More poetry from Davidlind

Love’s Aging Moments

For all the different loves there are
I find this one to be by far
The one that keeps me up at night
The one that brings us most delight.

It calls to me each time to climb
The tree of passion fruit divine.
Although I sometimes fail to see
The bending grass that waits for me.

And yes I sometimes fall from grace
And land upon a softer place.
These things they seem to come and go
Like antlers on a dear old foe.

I wish our love could always find
Aphrodite and her shrine
Upon the ocean’s frothy shore
So I could dive and fall no more.


Read more. . .

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Regularly Scheduled Ruminations

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Today the weather turned hot and humid so I guess play time is over. We had a nice run but now it’s time for some real Virginia weather. I came home and made a drink. The flipped the switch on the AC unit recently installed and sat down to see what was happening here.

I have more time now to go out and read blogs and meet people. My blogs are running (more or less) and it really is fun and interesting to meet other bloggers. Robin Easton is a jewel. And Evita of Evolving Wellness is another very special person. I read her posts and the hair on my neck starts to tingle.

What?!!

Oh no. That’s a good thing actually. It’s not something that my wife minds because it’s a thought process more than anything else based on my fascination with the sincerity and single mindedness of her approach to health and our wellbeing.

So I was reading her post about alcohol and the fact that it is poison while I was enjoying my rum and coke. The big old rum bottle was sitting there. Empty. And I had planned to go out and get another one.

But then I decided not too. I need all my remaining brain cells.

Pretty desperately in fact at this point.

And then Robin and I were talking about fear and dying. I think we agreed that being dead is not really a problem. Because after all we can fly when we are in our spirit bodies. And we all want to do that.

I mean if we could buy tickets to do it there would be long lines out to the sidewalk every day.

Not to die but just to fly. And then we were talking about the hard part actually being PAIN. I fear pain. And I was watching Henry last night on Showtime (The Tudors) go ballistic and start torturing all these poor guys who had done nothing.

Because he thought they had slept with Ann. And by the time he got done with them they all said “Well yes. I did sleep with her” even though they hadn’t. Because you know you will say anything if someone tortures you.

They wouldn’t even have to torture me. I would be like “Please just let me know what you think I did. I’m pretty sure I did it. Just remind me if you would about the details. I’m a little forgetful”.

Torture is so stupid. You want the truth? Forget it. You want someone to agree with you. NO PROBLEM.

They put the poor fiddle player on the rack and pulled him apart. I was very upset even though I know he is an actor and can hit that high C note without being stretched if he wants to do it.

I couldn’t sleep. I’m still upset about it. How can one human being do these things to another human being?

“I was just doing my job mister. I work here in the Tower of London. I’ve got five kids at home to feed. And I just turn the wheel. Somebody else brings em in here. Maybe they should have not gotten themselves in trouble”.

Please. I need to stop watching television. Putting torture on tv is worse than letting naked men and women have at it. And what it says about the human race is much worse.