The Key To Life

“When I was 5 years old, my mother always told me that happiness was the key to life. When I went to school, they asked me what I wanted to be when I grew up. I wrote down ‘happy’. They told me I didn’t understand the assignment, and I told them they didn’t understand life.”

~ John Lennon

Born 81 years ago … October 9, 1940

Jack Kerouac

Finishing up Jack Kerouac’s novel: The Town and The City. Its the second time I have read it, and its an interesting read. The beginning of the book, he mentions the city I was born and raised in, the city I reside in now, and the river which is only two blocks away. When I read his books, I feel like I am sitting across the table from him, and having a mind bending conversation.
He was a great writer, who passed away at what I would call a young age (47 y/o).

Interesting People

When I venture out for a walk, I sometimes meet some interesting people…from all walks of life. They could be dog walkers…people going or returning from an errand…the homeless… some of them I’ve gotten to know over the past few years…sometimes I’ll give them a dollar or two, as I know how it is to be in their predicament… then there was a woman who was sitting on the boardwalk bench and I told her I liked her new bicycle…she was tickled pink telling me how she was tracking it online from where the bike was shipped from California….
Anyway you never know who you’ll see…run into…and say hello and maybe a conversation

The Creative Center Of A Writer’s Life

“Reading is the creative center of a writer’s life. I take a book with me everywhere I go, and find there are all sorts of opportunities to dip in. The trick is to teach yourself to read in small sips as well as in long swallows. Waiting rooms were made for books— of course! But so are theater lobbies before the show, long and boring checkout lines, and everyone’s favorite, the john. You can even read while you’re driving, thanks to the audiobook revolution. Of the books I read each year, anywhere from six to a dozen are on tape.”

~ Stephen King

lost and found

its a perfect day to take a stroll, when a young female stops a few feet away. she has a dumbfounded look on her face… he stops dead in his tracks … excuse me… you look like you are lost… she replied… i am lost … do you need help… since you say that you are lost… nope… okay … so how can i help you in any other way … she told him i am no longer lost … huh … why is that he asked… because i found you … so my quest is over for finding the first man that noticed i was lost…

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oh how the words come flowing out. makes writing so much fun…

A Writer’s Life

“Reading is the creative center of a writer’s life. I take a book with me everywhere I go, and find there are all sorts of opportunities to dip in. The trick is to teach yourself to read in small sips as well as in long swallows. Waiting rooms were made for books— of course! But so are theater lobbies before the show, long and boring checkout lines, and everyone’s favorite, the john. You can even read while you’re driving, thanks to the audiobook revolution. Of the books I read each year, anywhere from six to a dozen are on tape.”

~ Stephen King

Strangers In The Park

Sitting on a park bench, reading one of his favorite authors, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, an acquaintance that he hasn’t seen in ages. He remembered her name, but as far some of the particulars go, they just passed right by him. He finally looked up, and said hello, and she said I know you, but can’t remember where I’ve seen you before.

After a few moments of happy chat, she still couldn’t place him, and when she got home, to look him up on the internet. What she learned was that he was a high school teacher, never married, and no brothers and sisters.

With that info, she was contemplating to whether to call him, and hopefully meet up with him, or just call it a day, and move on.

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I write for the hell of it.

Why Me

It is one of those days, when nothing seems to go right for a number of reasons. So what were the things that ended up ruining the neighbor’s day.
He looks out the window and sees that his car stolen…no milk in the fridge for his cereal…coffee maker shit the bed…later in the day…he burnt his sirloin steak…

With everything that went south,he took a double dose of Xanax..and called it a day.

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I write to entertain the masses.

A Much Needed Change

With all the bullshit going with the Delta virus flaring up in his state, Jim decided to pack his bags, jump in his car, and head out of state.

After driving north for the past four hours, he decided to keep going in the same direction. Eventually, he got on Interstate 95 North, and saw the sign for Portland, Maine. He stayed overnight at the rest stop…rested up…then topped off the gas tank, and after a bite to eat he proceeded back on his journey.

Around five hours later, he was approaching the US-Canadian border in Houlton, went through the all the questions the Canadian border police asked, and then proceeded on 95 in Woodstock, New Brunswick.

He felt so relieved to be in a country where the people are a lot friendlier, and that made up his mind to want live in Canada, and leave the past behind.

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I write as it keeps me sane.

Not What She expected

A rural upbringing, she decided to move to a big city.

The realtor won her over with all the good things and the closeness to some of the best restaurants, cinemas, etc., etc…so she agreed to take the one bedroom apartment, which was on 12th floor.

What she didn’t expect, was the littered sidewalks, traffic tie ups, and the constant or she seemed think that there the sound of sirens…police cruisers, fire engines, ambulances…

She felt uncomfortable seeing the homeless lying down on the benches…sidewalks…the panhandlers asking for money.

So after a couple of months of living in a city rife with all the things that she got tired of dealing with…she came to the conclusion, of moving back to the small village that she still adores, and never again live in a city.

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I write because its something I like to do.

A Sight For Sore Eyes

Saturday morning, he goes down to his favorite bakery to buy a couple of bran muffins and a coffee to go. As he is waiting for his order to be finished, he hears the bell atop the door ring, and what he sees is his ex-girlfriend from a few years back. It immediately brought back some bad memories, and now he’s at a loss for words.

They looked at each other, neither one said a word, and when his order was ready, he paid for his stuff, and left the premises. All the way home, he he wished that he never went out. When he finally arrives at his home, he puts the muffins on the counter, then go to his spot on the floor and meditate, knowing that it will clear up his head.

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I write because this is what I do.

Independent Thinkers

“A society with too few independent thinkers is vulnerable to control by disturbed and opportunistic leaders. A society which wants to create and maintain a free and democratic social system must create responsible independence of thought among its young.”

~ John Dewey, Philosopher, 1859 – 1952

Wake Up, America

“Wake up, America. The insurance companies took over health care. Wake up, America. The pharmaceutical companies took over drug pricing. Wake up, America. The speculators took over Wall Street. Wake up, America. They want to take your Social Security. Wake up, America. Multinational corporations took over our trade policies, factories are closing, good paying jobs lost. Wake up, America. We went into Iraq for oil.”

~ Dennis Kucinich

Dedication To A Friend

A few months back, I contemplated whether to continue blogging, or throw in the towel and call it a day. One of the first to email me, to say she would miss the things I post, and what not. Another follower from my local area, more or less said the same thing.
Anyways, after a couple of weeks passed by, I decided to ease back into it. So I’m sure I made the right decision. With that said, I dedicate this post to Georgiann and her blog is https://gigisrantsandraves.wordpress.com She has a wonderful blog, love her writing, and tells it like it is, as she doesn’t hold back. Please check out her blog, and tell her Don at a pondering mind sent you.

so

went to the store as I needed to get a few things…when it was time for me to do what shoppers normally do at the register…the cashier had the personality of a sloth… when I was done, I was just shaking my head in wonder as to why they hire people like her…yikes

me

an easy going guy
get along well with others
but generally keep to
myself as I don’t
like to get caught up
in someone else’s bullshit

religion is not my thing
and politics…well that’s
a subject that can get you
into a lot of trouble…
so tend to stay away from
the subject

what keeps me going
or should sane
doing crosswords
on a daily basis
books…also
subscribed to
three online newspapers…
the Boston Globe
the New York Times
the Washington Post
the local newspaper
in my area is an
utter joke…
childish in my opinion
as some stories they
print are a day late
and a buck short…
plus to much silly stuff

there’s more…another
time…another day

you know

wake up in the morning

enjoying the first cup of

coffee

open the laptop

to read and view

the latest news

lo and behold

come to realize

nothing has changed

everything is the same

not really surprised

but…you never know

a morning in the future

may stun the mind

saying that it is to

good to be true

that there is

a change…maybe

good

bad…or

in between

you never know