My Likes

Here are some of the things that I like.

Black coffee: Most of the time I like it strong. No sugar, as it does it kills the flavor.
Crosswords: On line and on paper, using a pen with black ink.
Books: Mostly novels and old literature.
TV: I’m very picky about what I watch. Old Law & Order, NCIS, Burn Notice, Chicago Fire, Chicago PD, Law & Order: Special Victims Unit, Law & Order: Criminal Intent, Everybody Loves Raymond and Seinfeld.
Sports on TV: Baseball, college football, its more exciting than the NFL, which do watch. Also college basketball.
Happy people.
Winter and Autumn.
Walking, except when there is to much ice on the pavement.
Favorite foods: Chicken, Pasta, Pork Roast.
1% Milk.
Bottled water.
Rainy days.
Newspaper: The Boston Globe. Digital and the print editions.
Ice cream: When I’m in the mood for it.
Clothes: T shirts, sweatshirts on the loose fitting, and jeans.
Holding the door open, for both men and women.
Writing: When I get my act together, and hopefully get into a routine.

There are more things I like, but the list above, tells you a little something about me.

I will do a follow up post, concerning my dislikes.

Mature Humans

Found in the email inbox:

Mature Humans

How many times is it appropriate to say “What?” before
you just nod and smile because you still didn’t hear or
understand a word they said?

I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of
cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front.
Stay strong, brothers and sisters!

Shirts get dirty. Underwear gets dirty. Pants never get
dirty, and you can wear them forever.

Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber &
dumber every year?

There’s no worse feeling than that millisecond you’re
sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a
little too far.

As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate
drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I
always hate bicyclists.

Sometimes I’ll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times
and still not know what time it is.

Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their
car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail
on the Donkey – but I’d bet my behind everyone can find and push
the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes
closed, first time, every time!

I keep some people’s phone numbers in my phone just so I know not
to answer when they call.

The Good Word

Another conversation between he and she.

She: Good morning.
He: Good morning, or is it a good morning.
She: I see your not in a good mood.
He: Me?
She: Yes, you.
He: Do you really want to know why I’m not in a good mood?
She: Please tell.
He: Well … I slept like shit.
She: Shit is not a good thing.
He: You got that right.
She: Since you slept as you say, like shit then that is not a good thing.
He: Correct.
She: So how I can help you to make this a good morning?
He: First off, I need a good, strong mug of black coffee.
She: That’s a good thing for you.
He: Coffee is good, and good for the soul too.
She: I’ll stick with a good cup of tea.
He: Tea is good, but I’m not a morning tea drinker.
She: I know that.
He: Good that we agree on that.
She: How’s the coffee?
He: As good as it gets.
She: Good.
He: Now that the coffee is working, it looks like it’s going to be good day.
She: I love it when you have a good day, and a good evening too.
He: A good day, makes everything right with the world.
She: I hope tonight you get a good night’s sleep.
He: I’m planning on it.
She: Good of you to say that.
He: It’s all good.

She said, He said

She said: Wake up and smell the coffee.
He said: Smells good.
She said: How can you drink it without cream/milk and/or sugar?
He said: Easy.
She said: Easy?
He said: Coffee tastes best in its natural state. Nothing added.
She said: Yuk!
He said: Have you ever really tried it drinking it black?
She said: Not really.
He said: Then you don’t know what your missing.
She said: Then I Guess I will never find out.
He said: You don’t know what your missing in life, drinking coffee, the real and only way to drink it.
She said: You remind me of the people who use a pen to do the crossword puzzle.
He said: The only I have solved the puzzles using a pen. Black ink of course.
She said: You and the color black:
He said: Newspapers and crossword puzzle books, are printed in black and white.
She said: If you make a mistake with a pencil, you use an eraser clean up, and put the correct letters/word.
He said. Using an eraser makes a mess of it, and besides, white out works wonders on covering the mistake(s) by using a pen.
She said: Smart Ass!
He said: That’s right!

Something They Have In Common

My mother and Eric Clapton have something in common.
Both are English. Her parents came from the Manchester area of England.
Of course Clapton was born in the UK.
But the thing they do share is the same date: March 30, 2004.
Mother passed away the same day as Clapton’s birthday.
She had just turned 88, as her birthday was March 18.
Ma, always thinking of you.

Hiatus

When I first started blogging, the main intention was writing, which was what I was doing. I know I have strayed away from it. My problem is, is that when I call it a night, there are times I’ll be laying in bed, and next the thing, an idea pops into my head on what to write, from beginning to end, but I’m not one of those to get up, turn on the laptop, and write. Come morning, I don’t bother to write what came into my head. My bad.

So, I’ve decided that for a few days, maybe more an hiatus, and take a long look at what I am going to do with this blog. In the mean time, I will check out some of the blogs that I follow.

On Being Homeless

This is a true story about being homeless.

It all began in 2008, when I got laid off from the job that I had since 1997. I was getting a lot overtime, sometimes starting as early as 4:00 in the morning, and sometimes working till almost 9:00 pm.
So I was making good money, then in the mid 2000s, the OT started to slowly dwindle. Then there were the weeks if I was lucky to get in full weeks worth of work. In January of 2008, I was let go. That was a big shock to the system.

Up next was collecting unemployment. That’s when things started getting iffy. I was slowly getting behind on the bills, then the notifying my landlord, that I was out of work, and he was understanding about it. He let me work off some of the rent, by doing some cleaning up of the property, and doing some painting.

Now comes August of the following year. My unemployment dried up, plus I got fed up looking for work, as few if any was hiring. So now, I’m caught in a Catch 22 situation. With no money, donated some of my furniture, and other stuff to a church, which was located across the street. Next it was to a motel, for a few days, that my sons paid for, then I realized that something had to be done.

I was referred to a homeless shelter, which was recommended by Elder Services. So I went to the shelter, with reservations, as I have always heard some bad shit about them. The shelter isn’t the greatest, but you do what you have to do. Your out into the street all day, and if the weather sucks, then your just plain miserable. I would spend a lot of time in the local library, and then head back to the shelter just before 5:00 pm. I did this for seven weeks, when finally one of the workers at the shelter, gave me the good news, that was giving me my own room, and away from the maddening crowd.

While I was upstairs, there were other people, I believe 14-15 of them. Some male and few females. I won’t get into what the goings were. Anyways, while I was there, I started looking for work again, and I went back to the unemployment office, and found out that they owed me over $3,000 in back unemployment payments. Now things were starting to look better. I opened a new bank account, and banked most of it. Hit the lottery a couple of times, which was around $300.00 or close to that. In January of 2010, finally got a part-time job. Then at the end of February I finally got an apartment, that I can call my own, and come and go as I please.

Today, I have since moved into a one-bedroom apartment, which I share with a partner that I met, when both became homeless at the same time. She is a wonderful person, and we get along great. It will be two years, this March 19 that we have been living together. We have gotten a new couch, cocktail table, two end tables comfortable recliner for her, and a wide screen TV.

Now that I am retired, my life has being very good, and now I can enjoy life.

The reason I wrote this, it has been something that I’ve been wanting to get off my chest, but couldn’t seem to get my head around it. What pushed me to write this now, was in a response to a comment on a post that I wrote: Liberal. The comment was about homeless people are either drug users, or have mental problems. Reading that, kind of pissed me off. Homelessness can happen to anyone. It doesn’t matter what race you are, have lost a job, lost a home due to a fire, or for numerous other reasons.

So if you want to know what its like to be homeless, take a walk in my shoes, or anyone else who is homeless, and then get back to me and tell me what the feeling is like. It is not a good one at all.

A Pondering Mind 2014

Liberal

What do our opponents mean when they apply to us the label
Liberal? If by Liberal they mean, as they want people to believe,
someone who is soft in his policies abroad, who is against local
government, and who is unconcerned with the taxpayer’s dollar,
then … we are not that kind of Liberal. But if by a Liberal
they mean someone who looks ahead and not behind, someone
who welcomes new ideas without rigid reactions, someone who
cares about the welfare of the people — their health, their
housing, their schools, their jobs, their civil rights, and
their civil liberties — someone who believes we can break
through the stalemate and suspicions that grip us in our policies
abroad, if that is what they mean by a Liberal, then I’m proud
to say I’m a Liberal.

– John F. Kennedy

The above quote by the 35th President of the US, should be heeded
by the right-wingers, and the so-called Tea Party politicians. Sadly
it is not their want. They rather see people lose their jobs, deny them
health care, food and other necessities of life.

They get their jollies off, bashing the current president, repeatedly
lying for just about everything he says and does. It just doesn’t make
any sense at all.

I could go on, but I’m sure you’ll get what I am saying.

Quote found on Wisdom Quotes

Downsizing

For the past couple of weeks, I have been downsizing my blog. Getting rid of old stuff, that has just been sitting there for the past two years or more. I am still in the process of cleaning it up, and it does take some time. It’s like cleaning out the closet, the attic and or basement. Hard to decide what to keep, and what to throw out with the bath water. Anyways, I’m in no rush to get it done, so in the mean time, I will be popping in to see what people have posted.

A Pondering Mind

Out on a limb – Metaphorically speaking: My battle with Lyme’s Disease

A Pondering Mind:

She’s wonderful, and please check out her blog…

Originally posted on Busy Mind Thinking:

Out on a limb: Metaphorically speaking

Sometimes, we have to put ourselves out there because it will benefit others. As I struggle inside my body today, I’ve decided to do that. This isn’t an easy post to write, nor will it be an easy post to read – but I hope that you will.

My goal is to raise some awareness for Lyme’s Disease. To do that, I have to touch on some of the things I’ve not shared here. Why haven’t I shared them when I’ve been so open, you may ask? Because they’re embarrassing, quite frankly.

I’m going to post a couple of pictures of things I work to hide. One is my left hand in particular and the other, my legs. They aren’t pretty – consider yourself forewarned; but they are the effects of Lyme disease. So here goes – putting on my brave face when that really isn’t how it feels sometimes.

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Will Rogers

From the email inbox:

Will Rogers, who died in a 1935 plane crash in Alaska with bush pilot Wiley Post, was one of the greatest political country/cowboy sages this country has ever known.

1. Never slap a man who’s chewing tobacco.

2. Never kick a cow chip on a hot day.

3. There are two theories to arguing with a woman. Neither works.

4. Never miss a good chance to shut up.

5. Always drink upstream from the herd.

6. If you find yourself in a hole, stop digging.

7. The quickest way to double your money is to fold it and put it back into your pocket.

8. There are three kinds of men:
The ones that learn by reading. The few who learn by observation.
The rest of them have to pee on the electric fence and find out for themselves.

9. Good judgment comes from experience, and a lot of that comes from bad judgment.

10. If you’re riding’ ahead of the herd, take a look back every now and then to make sure it’s still there.

11. Lettin’ the cat outta the bag is a whole lot easier’n puttin’ it back.

12. After eating an entire bull, a mountain lion felt so good he started roaring.
He kept it up until a hunter came along and shot him.
The moral: When you’re full of bull, keep your mouth shut.

ABOUT GROWING OLDER…

First ~ Eventually you will reach a point when you stop lying about your age and start bragging about it.

Second ~ The older we get, the fewer things seem worth waiting in line for.

Third ~ Some people try to turn back their odometers. Not me; I want people to know ‘why’ I look this way. I’ve traveled a long way, and some of the roads weren’t paved.

Fourth ~ When you are dissatisfied and would like to go back to youth, think of Algebra.

Fifth ~ You know you are getting old when everything either dries up or leaks.

Sixth ~ I don’t know how I got over the hill without getting to the top.

Seventh ~ One of the many things no one tells you about aging is that it’s such a nice change from being young.

Eighth ~ One must wait until evening to see how splendid the day has been.

Ninth ~ Being young is beautiful, but being old is comfortable and relaxed.

Tenth ~ Long ago, when men cursed and beat the ground with sticks, it was called witchcraft. Today it’s called golf.

And, finally ~ If you don’t learn to laugh at trouble, you won’t have anything to laugh at when you’re old.

Oh well

Since this is Groundhog Day, Punxsutawney Phil saw his shadow, crawled back to his place. This means six more weeks of winter.

According to the calendar, there is six more weeks to go of the winter season, and then spring takes over. So what’s the big deal?

Oh well.

A Pondering Mind 2014

We

We eat
We cook
We drink
We sleep
We talk
We walk
We read
We go to school
We study
We work
We play
We travel
We write
We type
We draw
We watch TV
We go to movies
We drive
We fly
We ride
We discuss
We argue
We laugh
We smile
We cry

All the things we do or, for some people some of them.
We’re all human, and since we’re on this planet for a very short time, we should enjoy everything we do.
It’s what makes life on Earth interesting.

A Pondering Mind 2014

It’s a day …..

It’s a day to stay inside.

It’s a day to read a good book.

It’s a day to drink plenty of coffee.

It’s a day to do a crossword or two.

It’s a day to spend lazily.

It’s a day to watch TV.

It’s a day to do all or whatever tickles your fancy.

59 F

Here it is, Saturday 6:00 pm, and it is 59 F, 15 C.
Steady rain and windy.
Where I live in Mass, we are warmer than a good chunk
of the country.
Back on Tuesday at this same time, the temps was in
the single digits. Talk about a big difference in
temperatures, and with the big dumping of snow that
we got a week ago, is just about all gone.

First Snow Storm Of 2014

The first snow storm of 2014 arrived here in the early morning hours. It is supposed to last until late Friday morning. The coast of Massachusetts is supposed to get worst of the storm. As of 7:45 pm, which is the time I am writing this, the temperature is 2 F, -16 C. The wind chill factor is -11 F, -24 C.

Below is one photo I took from inside the building I live in. I can only imagine it will be like tomorrow morning.Snow January 2 2014

Like Button On Word Press

For the past week or so, I have been having problems with the Word Press like button, using the Firefox browser. First, the likes would not load, then it would say two people liked a post, when it was over a dozen. Strange! For the past two days, I have no like buttons at all at the top of my followers blogs, and the likes will not load on the posts.

I know of a fellow blogger in the UK who is having the same problem, and he has switched over using the Opera browser, which is the one I am using right now. Also, been using Google Chrome, but it has too many damn ads.

Is anyone else having this problem?

Happy New Year…

Observation

Nothing exists until or unless it is observed. An artist is making something exist by observing it. And his hope for other people is that they will also make it exist by observing it. I call it ‘creative observation.’ Creative viewing. — William S. Burroughs

Wet Day

Texas and other states got hit with snow.
Here in Massachusetts, its warm and wet.
Lots of rain, and some wind.
For some, traveling will be a bitch.
Others will just stay home and not have to worry about it.
As Eric Clapton would sing, “Let it rain.”

Remember: It’s still Autumn.

In The Old Days

From my email inbox:

Whether these are true or not, it does make for good read, and a snicker or two.

In The Old Days

The Washington Post had a contest wherein participants were asked to tell the

younger generation how much harder they had it “in the old days.”  Winners,

runners-up, and honorable mentions are listed below.

Second Runner-Up:

In my day, we couldn’t afford shoes, so we went barefoot.

In winter, we had to wrap our feet with barbed wire for traction.

First Runner-Up:

In my day, we didn’t have MTV or in-line skates, or any of that stuff.  No, it was

45s and regular old metal-wheeled roller skates, and the 45s always skipped, so

to get them to play right you’d weigh the needle down with something like quarters,

which we never had because our allowances were way too small, so we’d use our

skate keys instead and end up forgetting they were taped to the record player

arm so that we couldn’t adjust our skates, which didn’t really matter because

those crummy metal wheels would kill you if you hit a pebble anyway, and in

those days roads had real pebbles on them, not like today.

And the winner:

In my day, we didn’t have rocks.  We had to go down to the creek and wash our

clothes by beating them with our heads.

Honorable Mentions:

In my day, we didn’t have fancy health-food restaurants.  Every day we ate lots

of easily recognizable animal parts, along with potatoes.

In my day, we didn’t have hand-held calculators.  We had to do addition on our

fingers.  To subtract, we had to have some fingers amputated.

In my day, we didn’t get that disembodied, slightly ticked- off voice saying ‘Doors

closing.’  We got on the train, the doors closed, and if your hand was sticking out,

it scraped along the tunnel all the way to the next station and it was a bloody

stump at the end.  But the base fare was only a dollar.

In my day, we didn’t have water.  We had to smash together our own hydrogen

and oxygen atoms.

Kids today think the world revolves around them.  In my day, the sun revolved

around the world, and the world was perched on the back of a giant tortoise.

Back in my day, ’60 Minutes’ wasn’t just a bunch of gray- haired, liberal 80

year-old guys.  It was a bunch of gray- haired, liberal 60-year-old guys.

Back in my day, they hadn’t invented electricity.  We had to watch television

by candlelight.