Monday, August 10, 2009


I had one just like this back in what I call "The Good Old Days." I refer to them as the good old days as in the drugs and sex were a hell of a lot safer and hitchhiking was still a viable means of transportation. No more. Mine did not have the external decorations--I needed no more to call attention to my lavender-tinted-octagonal-glasses wearing self. I managed to get arrested only once in the van. Add that to the three times for protesting the war in Viet Nam and today I could be in prison for life. What happened to Pat Brown and the Age of Aquarius? Never mind, I just looked in the mirror and saw what happened, not trusting anyone over 30 turned into "Oh, my god, I don't trust anyone under thirty!#$@"
I can see myself now in the assisted living transitional nursing home abode, rolling around in my wheel chair wanting my Beatles and Rolling Stones Stones turned up a little bit louder, demanding munchies instead of meals and, dammit, bring on my drugs!

Monday, August 3, 2009


General malaise seems to be the operative mood of the day.

It may be a case of the ongoing weather, a grey period which has lasted for the entire summer...well, except for a couple of days, not nearly enough to be able to call this a summer. It might relate to the aging process of most sixty-two year olds, the arthritic hips, the memory drop outs, the inability to read small print or even not so small print. Or, who knows it could just be the way the world is.

I hate writing about feelings. Hell, I hate to admit that I have them. Maybe it isn't feelings that I am even talking about. Maybe it is just a feeling of time having passed and believing that there is so much more to do and I am trapped in a world of mundane living. Work, laundry, cook, shop, sleep, worry. Again and again and again. Okay, so that was a little dramatic, but sometimes it just seems that way. And sometimes I'm just morose. And sometimes the moodiness is just bad mood.

Is it disappointment? Or too much time remembering? Or not seeing what the "new" is going to be or where the "growth" is going to come from? Maybe it is just too many hours on Facebook or too many unpacked boxes or too many things that haven't changed that keep me from seeing the things that have. Is this a case of "poor me" and if it is, I better kick myself in the ass and get on with life since this is just not acceptable.

All suggestions are welcome. Jokes will help. And if you feel like you are suffering from this, also, give me a call, we'll mope together.
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