Thank you...

(via Facebook)

Merry

Christmas

"Chamomile was out of the question"

 

Saw this posted on Facebook. It cracked me up...  But I usually like to find another source, so from the material I picked out two key words not commonly used on a day to day basis, and my Googlefu gave me this at the top of the page.

 

Go ahead... take a guess... Which two words did I type into Google?

I did what?

The past month or so, the last dreams before waking have been more like personal life current affairs rather than the usual symbolic or metaphoric or whatever they are called. I never used to have real life type dreams before this year and the last. The interesting thing that I noticed is that the personal life dreams have all reflected my inadequacies in life at this time. This morning however, was not like that. It seemed to be real life, real time, but with a different character added, and not "here"  where I live. The strange thing though? I laughed in the dream. I have never laughed in a dream before.

 

"I love the smell of chicken in the morning,"

 

I said that in the dream. It cracked me up. (Movie reference.) We were laughing and then I said something else and we cracked up more. I woke up.

 

I didn't wake up laughing or smiling or feeling uplifted, but considering where my head was last night, that's pretty damn fine.

Heavy and empty...

 

Thirteen years ago today, I ended the day for the first time without my mom in my life. This year, this week, now, I seem to feel both heavy and empty. I've always had my Christmas lights up outside by now, but not this year for some reason. I just don't know.

 

This is what Facebook has done to me...

In memory of....

Lest ye forget...

Jimmy

His story here.

A little more here. (Scroll down to the second citation.)

Sometimes it is hard to see...

(Via Facebook)

 

"And life is locked inside you..."

I first heard this song 30 years ago. (I just checked and it actually was released in 1983.) It was one of those songs that struck a chord and stayed with me all this time. A couple years ago, I came across this video. No other words.

 

To put it bluntly...

(Came across this in Facebook yesterday.)

Speaking of strange...

July 24, 2013 5:25 p.m.

Strange sky...

 

... as seen from the yard later in the day.

 

Have never seen a prism in the clouds here before,

such as the one I saw today.

Summer Moon

 

This is what you see in the western sky when you fall asleep some time after 3 a.m., wake up sometime before 6 a.m., take the garbage to the curb, and decide to go for a walk because you are wide awake. (The sun hadn't yet risen above the mountains in the east.)

(July 24, 2013 6:42 a.m.)

 

 

The pic below was taken nine days prior, in the western sky as the sun was making its descent towards the mountains in the west/northwest.

(July 15, 2013 5:39 p.m.)

Dwindling...

ne·glect (n-glkt)

tr.v. ne·glect·ed, ne·glect·ing, ne·glects
1. To pay little or no attention to;
    fail to heed; disregard: 
2. To fail to care for or attend to properly:
3. To fail to do or carry out. 

n.
1. The act or an instance of neglecting
    something.
2. The state of being neglected.
3. Habitual lack of care.

Be water my friend...

I think I posted a video of the ping-pong footage before, but this has a bit more to it.


(I forgot to make note of the # of views the day I posted this. As of July 28, 2013, Views 317,028)

Rather interesting that it came up again and that I decided to post it... I just found out that he died 40 years ago, a week from today. The funny thing is that I had already chosen the title for this from something he said in the video, and was pondering how "zen" it seemed... I then remembered something I had written before and went searching for it... very interesting...

I've been waiting for this...

 

On the day of July 10, 2013, I had the lowest number of new visitors since perhaps the inception of this blog. Just one (1)... and it was someone in Serbia. I could be excited about an impending zero day, but that would just be sad.

I am well aware that

(Via Running to Nowhere on Facebook)

How?

 

If you cook an entire package of bacon at once, how can you not eat a piece? Can you stop at one?

 

(Bacon was on sale last week ... buy one get one free... I could not resist, and it was perfect timing as I had just come across a recipe for Baked Potato Salad... potato salad with all the fixings of a baked potato... I had to.)