A little dislike about age

I was sitting at the kitchen table eating my breakfast with my thoughts. I was mulling on how I don’t like this period of my life, I’m going on sixty. The sun raced across the table enlightening my hands as I moped in my self-pity when I realized that this is nothing new, not liking a period in my life. Why is that? I certainly have been blessed enough to live with a full,overfull tummy. I never woke up without a sanctuary a heated sanctuary. I have Problems, who hasn’t .

In my fifties I found myself becoming unemployed, diabetic and saying goodbye to my parents, and in-laws. Everything my Father and I worked towards, the family business disappeared. So at fifty-three everything that I was use to ceased,waking up well before the sunrise, working at least 10 hours a day 6 days a week if not more, I doubt if I worked a 40 hour week but 3 times in my life since I was seventeen. I don’t have the money to show for it , it was never about the money it was about keeping my word, the word I gave my father when I was in trouble and need his help. I wish I could brag about financial accomplishments but I think most small businesses in America usually are poorly compensated for their efforts despite what is assumed by many. So I do believe My God compensated me by arranging the opportunity to babysit my grandchildren and prepare the older generation for their death. It was a time of roller-coaster emotions yet I found peace, Several time I could feel My Lords presence and physically feel peaceful and strong when needed. So if someone ask me if I believe in Christ I have to answer How can I not?He was with me when no one else was.

My forties was a blur , only to find myself broken. I laid on a gurney, blinded because of a mild stroke, I laid there asking myself what next. I felt a great peace come when I said. God will be done, realizing that I could not fix this. I couldn’t. I will never forget that peace, except with a verbal confrontation with the doctor who was scolding me for not taking care of myself , which I reminded him he doesn’t work for free, I had just got on my wife’s insurance policy and was about to set up going to the family Physician, Another by-product of small business un-affordable health insurance. The doctor left quietly and I laughed at the nurse when she asked me to sign the release documents. I had to have her put my hands where I needed to scribble. I sat in the same chair three days then decided to find a way into work and gradually my sight returned to a less efficient but ever so workable miracle, yes miracle in my opinion. It probably was the mortal nail for my fathers business, I was no way the man that I was before the stroke. I didn’t like this time of my life either, and I was wrong to say this then as well for many events happen that where good that followed that day on the gurney.

My thirties I really don’t remember to much other than I worked , and worked and worked . My kids were being raised, we didn’t have much but we all had full tummies and plenty of interesting times. I somehow found out that I like to paint and draw, and wasn’t that bad at it . I didn’t have much time but found it possible to get lost in the basement and paint away.We had build a good size business and I would find myself being on call 24/7. This pattern caused me to develop the attitude if I can’t get it done in a day don’t bother,bad attitude that I still haven’t been able to undo. This should have been the prime of my life, maybe it was but I can’t remember much. At times I struggle to find memories of the kids and I. I can remember some of the bad moves and struggles at work but very little of my personal life. I didn’t like this time either, again I am grateful I made it pass this without doing to much damage

Many go on about their fun times the twenties were, Me not so. I was building a family, actually I had been daddy since I was eighteen and found work was the reward for having such a good time a few times. I think the twenties was the age of stupid mistakes, arrogance and fruitless dreams. It had some good times of course. I bought my house by my 21 birthday and found myself growing and growing,Physically of course. I had abandon my Catholic faith years ago. I never stop believing but was totally frustrated with the Church I belong to. It always seemed that when I need help I couldn’t find it. So I started to explore some other alternatives till I just closed the door to God till I received that day on the gurney. Nope I didn’t like the twenties either.

Now my youth was very interesting and to say I like my youth would be a big lie. I was born a pre-me and because of incubator burns I was left with one eyes that has little vision and required me to wear coke-bottle glasses to this day, my other eye was and is fantastic. My parents enrolled me into a Catholic School and I was one of a few that went to school in a white shirt and tie in a blue-collar military town so running for my house which was at the other end of the development was the norm. I gotten used to being called names and bullied both at home and believe it or not at the Catholic school because I was a kid from that side of town. The nuns even treated me different as if that what is the use, after all the kids thought it was cool to drink cough syrup, I just laughed as I lit up. They made me bathroom monitor I think one kid smoke in the school, me. I just didn’t fit in till I left Catholic school and went to public high school, there skipping school, getting high and surfing was all I wanted to do, And that is what I did do till I found myself needing to grow up and be a man, be responsible . I did not like this either, but I am grateful that God’s lessons that I did learn while going to that Catholic School at least steered me in the right direction. I was not a good Catholic, a bad Catholic but Catholic I was, I am , As God wills it.

Actually So what does this little rant have to do with anything, for most that read this nothing. I really do like this time because it is the only time, there is no other time it all is one time, each period formative for the next, each a chance to correct, learn and benefit from the other. I live in a time where I can type or post if you like a little about life and sail it out there into the universe, perhaps it will be saved and returned and read by someone whom I care about  and cares about me , you got to like this. I think !


SuperBowl Madness

I totally enjoyed the Super Bowl game last night, I totally was disappointed with everything that surrounded the game. I am convinced that our networks, and entertainment community has totally lost any sense of Class.  We have totally loss the art of being a Class act. We have totally lost the idea of considering the total audience, especially on what was once considered a family form of entertainment. 

The Half time show, I think Beyonce is a great singer and without a doubt talented dancer, but why do the performers have to dress in lets see if their breast are going to pop out, and expose as much as possible costumes. The outfits look so uncomfortable. They remind me some of the outfits you would see in displays for the X-rated movies in the 70s that where at the drive inn theater that was behind where I lived. Now some would say Ballet costumes are just as revealing and they would be dead on. But I never been to a Ballet where most of the movements had to do with pelvic motion. Perhaps they should have the Metropolitan Ballet preform at the Next SuperBowl. I am sure some could pick this apart but the Super Bowl Game use to be a family oriented entertainment, sit on the couch with a couple of young grandsons and watch their faces as the gyrations goes on. Why are we in such a hurry to sexual educate everyone, is it because we found a way to get rid of our mistakes so easily now days? Prudence had some value once. It had its purpose.

Now lets turn to the commercials next. You watching two grown people making out with all the noise and primal motions is just plain gross. Then to take it a step further by having two unlikely participants as if to make a cruel joke this is wrong. We go into great lengths in our school systems to stop Bulling and insensitivity towards each other and then watch this, and the commercial where a frail young man has the tare knocked out of him by some mean looking princess, great. Or how about the lets be happy guy, whom persuades everyone to shrug their responsibilities to go for a cruise. The one I have to admit comes close to reality is the Taco Bell one showing all the elderly folks acting like they are seventeen again, I seen this around here cause so many retire in this area. The kids don’t have money so lets market the entitled they can spend their geriatric fortunes. I wonder if the oldster that laid a skid mark in the parking lot would let a toddler   walk across his front yard, I bet not. 

I ofter wonder what will history record of these time, suppose the only reminder of our times would be a recording of the Super bowl and it commercials. What would they derive of us as a people, as a society? Classless

Oh Princess Abandon

Oh Princess Abandon 

Sound of the small child, gasping,catching her breath in haste

Left behind, left behind,racing through her mind

The time she spent prepping, behaving, sitting in silence is now a waste

Her heart is broken, jolted, stomach knotted no comfort she can find


Why must it be so brutal ? So damn unkind

The efforts, struggles,mistakes and victories 

Steps taken forward, the pain of the journey, the times left behind 

She never understand,nor will I the this life of Mysteries 


There is no true comfort one can truly share

She is to be left alone, behind, her presence ignored

Nothing left , but to confirm the lonesome stare 

Goodbye , little one this trip you will not board 


Take heart little princess,little one left behind

Life lessons you learn , will help you survive

Our hearts can be made strong, to tolerate the less kind

And some day, Your day , you will Arrive  


Park 2012