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.

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.

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.

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

bummer

the table is all laid out with chef salad, a wedge of cheddar cheese, a plate of expensive cold cuts, and a bottle of red wine. with all the time she spent getting the food ready, the candles ready to be lit, her date nevertheless was a total slob… knocking stuff over, and … the evening turned into a bummer of night … she vowed never again … never

9:32 a.m.

so I managed to take a walk, and I didn’t let the sun or the heat get to me. I managed to block it out, and it does help.

now come Friday & Saturday, both days will only be in the 60s, with on and off rain. I can deal with that.

9:14 p.m.

it is evening

which means it is dark

the streetlamps are on

me…sitting on the couch

trying to think of what to

write along with the useless

drivel that i’ve been coming up with

maybe come tomorrow the brain

may produce something useful to

put into words

we’ll see what happens

1:58 p.m.

the sun did

not disappoint

shining brightly

with lots of

puffy white clouds

with that said

took a walk

on the boardwalk

which runs parallel

with the river

and its never crowded

which is a good thing

11:29 a.m.

got to see

blood work

results online

and my A1c

is 5.8 a

a glucose level

of 117

which is down

from the last test

earlier this year

the A1c then was

6.0 a level

of 125

so I feel good

knowing that

I’m doing the

right things

and eating right

and drinking

plenty of water

also no insulin

needed…which

is nearing two years

and so

think i’ll sit

and wait out

the heat

and sticky

feeling outside

and enjoy the

comforts of the a/c

and slake my

thirst with water

with a cup

or two of caffeine

so…. that’s what

i’ll do

and so

took a walk

in the heat

very few people

out and about

came home

dragging my ass

the a/c felt great

now i’m relaxing

knowing my

glucose reading

is excellent

tomorrow will

be hotter

do i dare to

venture out…

i’ll play it by ear

so

it is a saturday

it is june

it is hot

to hot for this time of the month

some say climate change is a hoax

i beg to differ

but no use arguing

with people in denial

then i ask myself

do people in denial

like being that way

or

do they live miserable lives

and

its sunday afternoon… sitting on the couch, tv is on… laptop across my thighs… going through emails… blog posts… doing digital crosswords… its a good day for it… as the rain is streaking at slanting angle… brewed some french roast coffee… so it will help me to function properly without getting sleepy eyed…

me

this is me writing

to me and to

me alone

me needs only

to know about me

and me is the one

to know anything

me is currently

doing besides

writing about me

which is amounting

to nothing but

empty words concerning me

so with that said

its me who wishes

all of you a wonderful

day knowing me wrote

this drivel

Philosophically Thinking

oh to be young again … nah. it would be nuts wanting to be of a younger age … i’m better off now, knowing what i know now from past and present experience, even though it is a known fact, that while i’m still at my age of 72 years, equals to the amount of times i spun around the sun …and so far i would say it was a fun ride, with some ups and downs thrown in for good measure…so here i am thinking or rather contemplating am i better off now, or was the past better…which could be yes/no/maybe…as i write this so-called essay on a philosophical thought, i would say that i like where i am right now…which is one second, a minute, an hour, a day…whatever…

okay so

today i am tired

why am i tired

when i slept

pretty good

even though when i

woke up in the

morning, i was still

groggy

then it could be

that i am tired

of being tired

if there’s such

a thing as being

tired of being

tired

oh well

at least i am while

writing this

so-called drivel

of a post

3:00 A.M. thoughts

3:00 a.m. in the Eastern Time Zone is dark, possible moon shining, and stars, not so many with all the light pollution, in the cities. To go along with the darkness, is silence, not 100% but close enough. And most people are sound asleep, and missing the all the goodness that 3:00 a.m. brings to the table.

Write Something

Since the old gray matter, aka the brain, seems to have gone on vacation. Its drawing blanks, so can’t come up with a scintilla of an idea of what to say, write, type, whatever. How long its going to be away, is anybody’s guess. Just don’t expect any postcards from it, saying wish you were here, you’d have a good time, yada, yada, yada. All I can say is, I hope you are having a good time.

3:00 A.M. ~ Quick Fiction

A hot and humid night in the city. People without a/c, having a hard time trying to get any sleep. Some of them choose to go outside, sitting on the stoops at 3:00 a.m. They see there are quite a few of their fellow citizens, doing the same thing. Talking and watching the few cars and trucks pass their homes. After a while some will go back inside, and give sleep another try, knowing in a couple of hours, some will be off to their jobs, and others call in sick.

3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction

It’s a feeling Tom relishes in life. Driving on the interstate at 3:00 a.m. He loves the freedom of the open road, considering he is one of the few cars, along with the tractor trailers, doing the long haul. When he is cruising at the set speed control, he pops in one of his favorite jazz cds, and it keeps him in a relax state of mind.

3:00 A.M. ~ Short Fiction

The strong gusts of wind woke Joann from a sound sleep. She peered at the clock, and it was exactly 3:00 a.m. She got out of bed, and the hardwood floor felt cold. She checked the thermostat, and it was 63 degrees. She turned on the heat, went the bathroom to do her business, and when she was done, and the heat never went on. She checked the thermostat to see if she set it to the right temperature. So her next move was to check the oil tank, and lo and behold, the thank was empty. She went back upstairs, and called her oil company she does business with, and told them she was out of oil, and could they send someone to her home and make a delivery. The woman at the oil company said they can make a delivery within an hour, and there would be a $50.00 surcharge. She asked why about the charge, and she was told that it was off hours, and they had to pay the driver time and a half. If she didn’t want to pay the charge, then she would have to wait till 8:00 a.m., or shortly there after. She decided to have them deliver the much need oil, and vowed never to let it happen again.

When the new heating season begins in the fall, she will have automatic delivery, and so she will never have to go through without oil, ever again.