Random Notes

A few (or more) random notes that come to mind as the weekend passes by …..

• I should probably keep my camera tripod in the trunk of my car instead of in my garage. You know, just in case the random great and once-in-a-lifetime image presents itself while I'm out and about.  (Sat. 9:02 am)
• It's my goal these days, above all others,  to have a drama free life. I never want to spend another moment worrying about a single thing. Towards that end, I should start pausing and re-thinking every word I am ever about to utter. (9:48am)
• The Saturday afternoon nap .... wildly refreshing but it makes day one of your two days away from work, go by in a flash.  (3;54pm)
• I just can't watch much baseball anymore. There's too much I could be doing during all those seconds passing by between pitches. (7:12pm)

Collecting and Aging

One of the potential traps of collecting music and getting older is that eventually you just might end up with a small sub-collection of items which you already own. And over time you might just find yourself in possession of say twenty-ish such items. All of which one just might be fearful of donating to the 'Friends Store' of the public library because of the possibility of once again seeing them on display, getting excited and purchasing them for a third time.

Not that I could possibly be the aging person referred to in this complicated scenario.

Appreciate

I've never appreciated my mundane little life as much as when I had an issue in front of me that caused me to worry about possibly losing my freedom. So I guess that's my thoughts of the wisdom of the elders …. Appreciate right now, EVERYTHING that you have! It can all be lost in an instant.

Brief Encounter

A guy approached me this evening while I was out for a walk in the park and said hello. He asked if I was a Christian. I said, no. He asked if I wanted to talk about it. I said "No thank you." He pulled a small booklet out of his pocket and asked if I wanted a small story that he had written. Again my reply, "No Thank you."

I don't know why I said no to his first question. It just came out that way, even while my mind was saying yes. I felt badly about it. I still didn't want to talk about it though. I always feel lost, under attack and overwhelmed in those types of conversations. Like whatever I say and ask, doesn't matter to the other person. Like there's only their version of truth.

Really?

Standing in Dairy Queen tonight (because the drive-thru line was half a mile long), waiting for my strawberry sundae and I see their hyping the chicken and waffles.

Chicken and waffles? Suddenly seems to be hip, trendy and popular everywhere I look. I don't get it. Not exactly fish and chips in my estimation. I like chicken and I fantasize about waffles covered with butter and maple syrup, but I don't savor them together on the same plate at the same meal. So I say, no thanks!