Drumming my fingers on the table. Waiting for the new normal to arrive.
A brand new month is upon us. March, which has 31 days, means there are 31 3:00 a.m.s. Anything may or will happen at that early hour of the morning. Its a wait and see, or beware of the unknown.
Good conversation. Great times. Happy people.
High sugar content. A diabetic’s nightmare.
Even though it is still winter, spring cleaning has begun.
Into the void. No exit found.
Life’s short. Make the best of it.
Do it yourself, works for me.
High on life is all good.
Let’s get along, for no other reason than to get along.
Moving forward. Not looking back. What’s the point of it.
The expression, “you’re older than dirt.” So, how old is dirt?
Lazy day. Idling by. Forward moving.
Walking in freshly falling snow. Heavenly.
I wear a mask in public, to protect you and me. Its the right thing to do.
Never said I was perfect. Far from it.
I’m old school…. because I’m old.
Lack of thoughts. Mind’s on vacation.
TV weatherman says more snow on the horizon. Its winter, so it comes with the territory.
Gloomy weather casts a weary face.
So… here I sit, doing nothing.
February, the shortest month of the year, is already at the mid way point. Before you know it, the month of March will be here, and February will just be a memory.
Life: it is what it is.
Keeping the beat. Life is grand.
Walking on eggshells. An uncomfortable feeling.
I am I. You are you.
So today, I did a load of laundry. Just one of many of life’s rituals.
Plodding along like an old ox.
Sunday, we got quite a bit of snow. Tuesday, more snow is on the way. Possible 3-5 inches is on tap. Hopefully, I’ll get a walk or two in, as I do like walking in it, as long as it is not windy and blowing in my face. That makes it a miserable time… well I shall see what tomorrow brings.
Power naps. Recharges the low batteries.
Brain freeze. Brain cramp. Warped mind.
Think freely. Speak freely. Live freely.
Soon, better days are coming. Maybe.
Today is one of those days, that I can’t seem to get myself motivated to do anything. Maybe its good thing, and let the idle body’s batteries recharge, then I will be good to go.
What is the big deal with putting ketchup on scrambled eggs? I’ll admit that I will put it on. It all depends on how much I really want ketchup or not. But, I do love black pepper on my eggs.
Walking helps control my glucose levels, bodyweight and clears out the head. With that said, I feel good about my body and mind.
Everyday is a new day, and different from yesterday. Tomorrow will be different than today.
“Watch your thoughts, they become words. Watch your words, they become actions. Watch your actions, they become habit.”
President Joe Biden wears a $10,000 Rolex watch. Some people on the right are making a big deal of it. Me personally, I really don’t give a fuck what he wears. Give me a break.
Windy and cold
Wind chill factors
This is what its all about
The day has finally arrived. Four years of clownish, inept, buffoonery, hell, has come to a close. At 12:00 noon, January 20, 2021 will be the beginning of a new, saner and hopefully get things done, president.
Four years of whatever you want to call it, soon will be just a distant memory. History will not treat it kindly.
1/20/2021. The end is in sight.
Yesterday was the old norm.
Today, the new one.
New day. New challenges, or not.
Beautiful day to kick back. Yep!
New year. New month. New day.
2020 finished. Time to move on.
Only two days left of 2020, then we can put this upside down year, in the rear view mirror.
When Joe Biden becomes the next president, he will have something in common with Bill Clinton and Barack Obama. That is cleaning up the economic mess that was created by their predecessors: Reagan/Bush 41, and Bush 43. Biden does have a tough road ahead of him, with dealing with the economy, pandemic, etc., etc. …
Change is coming. Finally, at 12:00 pm, January 20, 2020 the the four year shit show in Washington, will be coming to an end. Normalcy, sanity and reconnecting the country back to dealing with other nations, with some great people in Biden’s cabinet.
Let’s hope we never have to go through again, with the clowns that was occupying the White House.
Love things in common. Hopefully, we can live in harmony.
2020 the year from hell
Its Labor Day 2020
and the moron
president is still
In two more months
we can send him
With all the
us with the
who is behind
blah blah blah
The only poll
that counts and
is at the polling
booth on November 3rd
we rid of
‘the sky is falling’
A president who
praises police …
and also a vigilante
killer in Kenosha
So, you either
praise one or
the other, not
Now to watch
out for men dressed
in all black, flying
in a plane over
The sky is falling
be removed from
Everyday it seems
that he gets more
outrageous with the
bullshit he spouts
Again. He must be
Kamala Harris is an excellent pick. Joe Biden made the right choice, and won’t take any shit from Trump and his minions.
2020: the year of not knowing which end is up.
2020: the year the world got turned on its head
Is it just me, wondering if this country has lost its collective soul, and if so, can the damage be repaired?
If age is only a number, then I don’t feel as old as what my age is. And that’s what keeps me going.
Now that the Coronavirus Covid-19 has showed up in the White House, is all I have to say is, “What goes around, comes around.”
To keep my sanity intact, I tend to not pay much attention to what number 45 has to say. I’m pretty sure most of you would know who I’m talking about.
I’m really liking the cleaner air, as it makes the walks more enjoyable.
You can’t get nothing from nothing. There!
When the coffee is good, then I’m good to go.
Taking my second walk of the early evening, I did not see any other people, nor an auto passing by me in either direction. It was pure silence, and I was thinking, this how it must be on a no-mans island in the middle of the ocean. And then, the silence could be deafening, or golden. I guess it depends how one looks at it.
Welcome to the new reality.
Took a walk in the heavy, wet snow. Of course I got kind of wet, I mean really wet, and I seen two other people outside, doing the same thing. It was enjoyable walk, and it helps keep the sugar in check, and also helps with keeping the mind focused.
In these dire times, I reccomend a good walk and enjoy every minute of it.
With all that is going on in the world, my coffee imbibing has started to increase. Is it a good or bad thing?
Since COVID-19 has made its presence, it has changed the ways of life. When I go outside to take my walks, there seems to be very few, if that doing the same thing. Also, not that many cars are seen. Its so surreal, its like living in the Twilight Zone.
With the COVID-19 virus affecting our way of living, can we now call it “The New Normal?”
We could all use a time out, from the seemingly, neverending media barrage of the Coronavirus.
So far, I have been going about the days, and not getting myself all worked up about it.
Toilet paper, hand sanitizer among other things. Really?
Its like living in a different time zone
When the mind is passive, then I know that I am with peace with myself.
I’m healthy, not wealthy, but wise.
The future is staring right in front of you. Make the best of it.
Thinking positive about one’s self, is a good thing.
life it is what it is: life
in my mind
that I usually
of the day
brainstorming + bottomless mugs of strong black coffee >>> produces wild and wacky ideas
big is bulky
small is beautiful
it’s all good
Accept who you are
Be who you are
Think for yourself
hot searing sun
broiling the desert
not a house
or any building
to be seen
for as far
as the eye can see
carcasses of long
ago dead animals
litter the ground
rattle snakes hissing
scorpions and black
seeking to bite
and deposit their
no water to be found
not an ideal place
to spend time in
such is life
in the desert
is now in
out the door
in order to
or is it
in a world
on the floor
let it go
let it flow
let it go
I am me
always will be me
no one will
ever change me
as I was born
the end result
is a total me
I am happy
to be me
If Jack Kerouac
of the state
eating a pear
a cup of black
French Roast coffee