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.

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

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

I would rather be ashes ……

I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should be burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet. The proper function of man is to live, not to exist. I shall not waste my days in trying to prolong them. I shall use my time.

– Jack London

Wisdom Quotes

Advice

Look, I really don’t want to wax philosophical, but I will say that
if you’re alive, you got to flap your arms and legs, you got to
jump around a lot, you got to make a lot of noise, because life
is the very opposite of death. And therefore, as I see it, if
you’re quiet, you’re not living. You’ve got to be noisy, or at
least your thoughts should be noisy and colorful and lively.

– Mel Brooks

There comes a time in life ….

There comes a time in life when you walk away from all the drama, and the people who create it. Surround yourself with people who make you laugh, forget the bad, and focus on the good. Life is too short to be anything but happy. Falling down is part of life. Getting back up is living.
– Unknown author

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.