Second installment of my rambling thoughts. I have been a little reluctant to write of late because I have been a little depressed, and I kinda thought, maybe it is not a good idea to write while I am not feeling so hot. It has been brought to my attention that you have to write about what is going on in your life, unless you are writing fiction. I am not writing fiction yet.
Many of you know that I have been off work since mid December due to COPD. My money has just about run out, I will be losing my cell phone, and home Internet, probably tomorrow. Now, those things are no tragedy to lose, but they are nice to have, so I can communicate with everyone whenever I want to. There are other ways to get it done, just not as convenient as being able to do it from home.
I am currently between short term disability, and long term disability. There is no money coming in right now. I know that a lot of you have gone through this process already, and are thoroughly familiar with what is happening to us. Running around from agency to agency, making phone calls, searching for resources, and praying for someone to help. It really gets frustrating and disheartening. It can really make you feel helpless, and useless. If I was working, we wouldn't be going through this. But I can't work. As I said, I know a lot of you are very familiar with this.
I will say that through it all, we have been blessed with everything we need, just as the Lord promised. We get a little anxious sometimes, wanting Him to hurry up, but I think He has it all under control, and probably doesn't need any instructions from me. That's a little disappointing, since I am on top of the situation and could really give Him some great advice, but I suspect He has a very different plan from mine. Anyway, I just wanted you all to know if I am not as available as I used to be, this is why. It is a temporary setback, I ain't gone, just using different methods these days.
I hope to be back working in the near future. I really don't know how long it will take to get back to where I can work, but I am hoping it is soon as this just ain't no way to live if you don't have to.
This is sure not what I had in mind when I started this blog, but I may as well report what is. It may help you to understand my foul moods from time to time. I hope my next installment will be a little more upbeat. Anyway, I will sign off for now. Until next time....
Good night Chesty Puller, wherever you are.
ADIOS!The second installment
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Sunday, March 16, 2014
The Debut
Okay. For what it's worth, here is my initial offering. My opening salvo. Bombs away. ( If it sounds like I'm stalling, perish the thought! ) I would never do that!
To begin. This post may be a little dull, because I feel obligated to offer some explainations and qualifiers. Once that is out of the way, I can get serious.
It is my hope and intention to entertain, inform, enlighten, amuse, and make us think. I will not intentionally set out to offend or insult ayone, but I can assure you, some of the things I post will not sit well with some. If I say something you disagree with, let me know! I would like for this effort to be interactive. I want to learn from this!
The things I post here will be my opinions, based on my obsevations and experiences, and on my memories of events, and my perceptions and interpretation of these things. Usually, I only have my side of the story to tell, so my stories may not exactly be the way you heard it, or remember it. And I'll tell you up front, my memory ain't exactly exact. It needs a haircut and a shave, because it is awful fuzzy these days! I will do my best, but, from time to time, I may resort to "enhancement" , or even "poetic license" from time to time, just to fill in the blanks or to keep things moving along.
You may as well know from the git go, I love cliches and old sayings, and wise sayings and the like. You will catch me using them here. My favorite is a twist on an Einstein quote. He said" Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result", or something close to that. My take is a tad more bucolic: Keep on doing what you've always done, you'll keep on getting what you always got. I just love stuff like that.
I am also a believer in conspiracy theories. I do not believe in coincidence. I know some cannot understand how a thinking, intelligent person could possibly buy into cospiracy thinking. I cannot understand how a thinking, intelligent person cannot buy into it. We will have to agree to disagree.
From time to time, I will drag my soap box out, perch myself atop it, and go at it hot and heavy like a recently graduated Divinity School student! I am not always the best informed on subjects I feel strongly about. Sometimes, I get just enough information to form an opinion and make interesting conversation, but you maybe better not write a school report based on stuff I say without doing a little research. I am known to be a wee bit inaccurate sometimes.
Sometimes, I will show up here just to cut up and have fun. Sometimes, I will be stern and morose. Other times, philosphical. ( I am a well known amateur philosopher. Just ask Tia!)
The thing is, you never know what you're going get when you tune in to Rambling Thoughts, but I will always try to make it interesting. I know this one is just about as interesting as a soup can label, but I had to post the disclaimer for all the folks that are going to get mad at me for some of this stuff. And I will make some of mad. I hope everybody won't get mad at the same time.
Also, I almost forgot, sometimes, this will be a trip down Memory Lane. Just for the fun it! I love strolling down Memory Lane!
Having declared my affection for Memory Lane, I will close this initial offering with the earliest story I know about myself. When I was born, Mama and Daddy lived in " the Quonset huts" in Lancaster (Dallas ) close to the present location of the Dallas VA hospital. For those young folks reading this (if there are any), a Quonset hut is a semi-circular metal structure invented by the Brits(the Nissan hut) and copied by the U.S. military during WWII to be used primarily to house troops. They could be easily assembled and taken down by unskilled laborers and widely used in all theatres of the war. After the war, many were sold as surplus and converted to housing. The one we lived in had a concrete floor. I can only imagine they all did. Anyway, I suppose, even back then at such an early age, (I was less than a year old) I had Marine genes. Mama told me that one of my favorite things to do was, when I was finished with a bottle, because it was empty, and of no further use to me, I would fling it as far as I could. These bottles were made of glass. Concrete floor. Not good. Mama tried to be there when I finished one, but she was not always able to time it just right. Plastic was a new thing in '53, and did not enjoy the ubiquitous presence it does today. But, one day, she did get a plastic bottle. She could not wait to reveal the virtue of plastic to me! She brought me the newly filled bottle, and proceeded to explain to me that I could chunk this one out of the crib as much as I liked. No problem. Knock yourself out. Go ahead. Throw it! Then, she decided to show me, in case I didn't quite get it. She reared back, and threw that bottle as hard she could on the floor. I don't know if the cap broke, or was loose, or crossthreaded, but it gave up, and milk went all over the room, ceiling, floor, walls. Everywhere. I don't know what was said in the next few minutes, and Mama wasn't given to swearing, but I just imagine it is good that my tender age at the time helps to block that memory.
Anyway, that's it for my first attempt. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!
Goodnight, Chesty Puller, where ever you are!
ADIOS!
To begin. This post may be a little dull, because I feel obligated to offer some explainations and qualifiers. Once that is out of the way, I can get serious.
It is my hope and intention to entertain, inform, enlighten, amuse, and make us think. I will not intentionally set out to offend or insult ayone, but I can assure you, some of the things I post will not sit well with some. If I say something you disagree with, let me know! I would like for this effort to be interactive. I want to learn from this!
The things I post here will be my opinions, based on my obsevations and experiences, and on my memories of events, and my perceptions and interpretation of these things. Usually, I only have my side of the story to tell, so my stories may not exactly be the way you heard it, or remember it. And I'll tell you up front, my memory ain't exactly exact. It needs a haircut and a shave, because it is awful fuzzy these days! I will do my best, but, from time to time, I may resort to "enhancement" , or even "poetic license" from time to time, just to fill in the blanks or to keep things moving along.
You may as well know from the git go, I love cliches and old sayings, and wise sayings and the like. You will catch me using them here. My favorite is a twist on an Einstein quote. He said" Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting a different result", or something close to that. My take is a tad more bucolic: Keep on doing what you've always done, you'll keep on getting what you always got. I just love stuff like that.
I am also a believer in conspiracy theories. I do not believe in coincidence. I know some cannot understand how a thinking, intelligent person could possibly buy into cospiracy thinking. I cannot understand how a thinking, intelligent person cannot buy into it. We will have to agree to disagree.
From time to time, I will drag my soap box out, perch myself atop it, and go at it hot and heavy like a recently graduated Divinity School student! I am not always the best informed on subjects I feel strongly about. Sometimes, I get just enough information to form an opinion and make interesting conversation, but you maybe better not write a school report based on stuff I say without doing a little research. I am known to be a wee bit inaccurate sometimes.
Sometimes, I will show up here just to cut up and have fun. Sometimes, I will be stern and morose. Other times, philosphical. ( I am a well known amateur philosopher. Just ask Tia!)
The thing is, you never know what you're going get when you tune in to Rambling Thoughts, but I will always try to make it interesting. I know this one is just about as interesting as a soup can label, but I had to post the disclaimer for all the folks that are going to get mad at me for some of this stuff. And I will make some of mad. I hope everybody won't get mad at the same time.
Also, I almost forgot, sometimes, this will be a trip down Memory Lane. Just for the fun it! I love strolling down Memory Lane!
Having declared my affection for Memory Lane, I will close this initial offering with the earliest story I know about myself. When I was born, Mama and Daddy lived in " the Quonset huts" in Lancaster (Dallas ) close to the present location of the Dallas VA hospital. For those young folks reading this (if there are any), a Quonset hut is a semi-circular metal structure invented by the Brits(the Nissan hut) and copied by the U.S. military during WWII to be used primarily to house troops. They could be easily assembled and taken down by unskilled laborers and widely used in all theatres of the war. After the war, many were sold as surplus and converted to housing. The one we lived in had a concrete floor. I can only imagine they all did. Anyway, I suppose, even back then at such an early age, (I was less than a year old) I had Marine genes. Mama told me that one of my favorite things to do was, when I was finished with a bottle, because it was empty, and of no further use to me, I would fling it as far as I could. These bottles were made of glass. Concrete floor. Not good. Mama tried to be there when I finished one, but she was not always able to time it just right. Plastic was a new thing in '53, and did not enjoy the ubiquitous presence it does today. But, one day, she did get a plastic bottle. She could not wait to reveal the virtue of plastic to me! She brought me the newly filled bottle, and proceeded to explain to me that I could chunk this one out of the crib as much as I liked. No problem. Knock yourself out. Go ahead. Throw it! Then, she decided to show me, in case I didn't quite get it. She reared back, and threw that bottle as hard she could on the floor. I don't know if the cap broke, or was loose, or crossthreaded, but it gave up, and milk went all over the room, ceiling, floor, walls. Everywhere. I don't know what was said in the next few minutes, and Mama wasn't given to swearing, but I just imagine it is good that my tender age at the time helps to block that memory.
Anyway, that's it for my first attempt. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know what you think!
Goodnight, Chesty Puller, where ever you are!
ADIOS!
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