SPRING ROSE

SPRING ROSE

I am trying to do the right thing here.  But global and warming and social up-bringing are make it almost impossible.  Spring rose.  Could blame it on the lay of the land and of course my current state of mind, or more so, blame it on the drain.  Its all backing up, and the amount of water at my feet is alarming.  Using my pipes, and shouting, “Help.  Help.”  But there is no 911, nor people where I happen to be just now.  I am on my own.   Spring and it might be the miracle air that keeps me going, when it has been a long winter, and the social chill has been obvious.  He doesn’t answer my email.  I write.  I do all the things I’ve always done, but for some reason, Easter is almost here, and soon it will be April and baseball and Those Damn Yankees.  Seems when nothing else works, I work on the idea that he is a man, and yep, we talk sports. 

But as of this moment, I have just not been available.  Local setting and they turned the clocks ahead, and when they do that, I blame all my short-comings on the notion that when you mess with my biological clock, I become light-headed and a bit of a ding dong.  Having said all that, I want to reassure I am trying to do the right thing here.  I will answer your emails when the water recedes and the electricity comes back on, and I am not standing in a foot of water.  Computer woes.  Mental difficulty.  And Spring rose.

I need to get some fresh air.  Go out in the garden and prune the roses.  Test the soil and check the damage.  What happens when you don’t answer your mail, drop off the planet in winter, and create a communication barrier with your internet friends.  Have I reached my lowest point.  Is the chill and difficulty of winter over?  Is the depression over.  Can I rise up and find higher ground, plug myself in, once more, and keep a city schedule and yes, can I please my boss? 

And that might be the line I cross, on the way to Spring Training and professional baseball in the warmth of summer.  Be natural.  Be a man.  Face the issues that come with having internet friends.  Deal with it.  Modern and Face-book savvy.  Too popular for his own good, and now its time for the good news.  Spring Rose.  Your beauty is magnificent.  Your spirit, generous.  And when it happens that he doesn’t answer his emails, just know.  Its not you.  Nothing personal and specific. 

Local conditions determine his existence. 

Global presence.  Every body has a computer now, and internet connection.  Be friendly. 
 Answer your email.  And include a Spring rose.

The ground is wet.  Winter is almost over.  Snow melts and the garden is muddy.  I want to make things orderly and better.  Not sure where to start.  I pretend that I am busy.  Too busy for baseball.  But you know that isn’t true.  Man likes his sports.  Wears his love out where you can see it.  Yankee pinstripes.  Puddles and mud on the in-field.  Land slides and a general mess could be the source of the problem.  But that’s not it.  Mostly its about the local situation. Getting older now. 

Not that it makes him less friendly, but you can see it in his eyes.  His love of blogging and connecting with strangers is taking a backseat to the birds and the garden in his backyard.  Spring and a sense of gratitude.   Seeing another season ushered in.  And simply stated, that’s it.  Local conditions.  Global warming.  Too much water in the creek.  Now its in his yard.  And he thinks of you.

 Spring Rose.  A perennial beauty and source of much pleasure.  On the way to the big game.  Yankees coming to town.  April.  Expect to be there.  Having fun.  And when that happens, perhaps you can forgive me and at the same time, not say, “He’s busy.  I can wait.”  Truth is: It is rude to not answer your friends email.  And even worse, he blames it on global warming, when we all know.  He’s sniffing glue. Making a lattice for the rose garden.

Maybe. 

I am trying to do the right thing here.    Your land is my land.  One is global and in another country, while I am at the local level and making excuses.  In the end we need to work a little harder.  Make nice.  Improve on what we have.  Stop throwing our garbage in the creek.  Water and its about a foot up my leg, just now.  Spring rose.  Incredible flooding problem here.  And if you believe what I am saying, its because of global warming and all the things we do.  And on top of that, answer your email.  Last chance.  Baseball season begins.  Never too busy for all that.  He’s a man.

EVENT REHEARSAL

EVENT REHEARSAL

Was thinking about the good and bad; the wear and tear of life.  Flashback and the image was there.  Scarborough Fair.  Songs often bring back the memory of an event that happened and left a lasting impression on me.  But this is not a blog about improvisation and what you do next, as a way of forgetting or even moving ahead.  Character development and how does it help me to go back, and review the events of the scars I wear.  Not being specific, has an element of guerrilla theater in it.  Customs and history of a time, best forgotten.  That is the main thought that inspires this blog.  Old scars.  When you ask, “How did you get this one?”, is it better to say, “I have forgotten.  I don’t recall.”  And schedule an appointment for cosmetic surgery.  Hoping its over, and will not be mentioned again.  And that is the thought  behind this blog, event rehearsals.  Is about being comfortable to move ahead, without reminder of the scars we carry.

Not sure we get through this life unblemished.  Not sure we get through this life all alone.  Songs are a trigger sometimes.  You hear just a portion of an old song, and it is as if you are there.  In the yesterday.  This fragment of the Papa Roach lyrics, from their song:  Scars is with me today.

“…….I tear my heart open, I sew myself shut

My weakness is that I care too much

My scars remind me that the past is real

I tear my heart open just to feel. …….”

Event Rehearsal and have not decided if we do this over and over, because it will never be perfect, or if its just the perfectionist’s touch that drives us forward, experiencing wear and tear and a certain amount of damage, trying to be the best that is possible.  Wear and Tear.  Proper maintenance and care.  And yet, it is a question I seem to ask.  “Scarborough Fair.  What’s that about?”  Roughly speaking I just want to know, what’s happening to me.  You left a mark on me.  Is this something to be measured and weighted and amplified.  Event Rehearsal.  Over and Over.  It comes to mind.  And now what?  Will keep this blog short, because if the truth be told, I am not sure why I am allowing this to be entered to print.

Accept the duality of it all.  Life and Death and scar tissue.  See it as it is.  The mark you left on me.  Between the shadow of tragedy and the light of joy, let’s make it clear.  I find beauty in my scars.  Emotional triggers point to broken bones and broken hearts.  And yet, given a choice would I have it any other way, but to show the mark you left on me?  The answer is clear.  Inner strength and true depiction of all that you mean to me, is most compelling.  Let it show.  Find beauty in my scars.  The scars of time.  On stage.  Event Rehearsal.  Over and Over.  The mark you left on me, plays on.  Scarborough Fair.  Life and Music.  Plays on.

PLASTIC BAGS

PLASTIC BAGS

Lately, I am only writing one blog a week, and feel compelled to write something that others understand.  Having said that, I utter with sheer amazement the phrase, “Long Live The Queen.”  Brings to mind my need for tradition and institutions that keep rapid change and decay of all the things I rest my values on, at a level I can tolerate.  Tis brought on by my fascination with plastic and how it has changed everything for me.  Identity Theft and using plastic cards to run my world, pay my bills and dominate the moment if perhaps I lose My purse or holder of the plastic.  And that brings me to my blog for today.  Plastic Bags.

Introducing some personal information into this blog, I mention one of the many rules I live by, starting with:  Rule @007:  Rule is to be shaken, but not stirred.  It goes like this:  “If what you are doing isn’t working, try something else.”  And now that wisdom is starting to migrate.  Not an environmentalist in the official sense, but can say, “When the neighbor’s dog leaves waste in my yard, I politely ask the owner to clean it up.”  And that brings me to a common sense accounting for Plastic Bags.  Seems where I live, they have imposed a ban on Plastic Bags in most retail establishments.  Requires the consumer to pay 5 cents on each transaction to buy a paper bag, or 99 cents on each transaction to buy a cloth reusable bag when you are empty-handed and have too many items to carry.  No longer in this town do they ask, “Paper or Plastic.”

Not sure I have an issue with the bag issue.  Like I said, “If it becomes a problem, change the way  you do things in your daily routine.”  Reusable Bags.  Today am reading about how the store owners are saying, “…..plastic bag ban causes more shoplifting.”   Reading the small print I learn:  business owners are struggling because of a significant increase in theft.  Reusable bags and now more shoplifting.  Stop using plastic and does this mean we eliminate identity theft, and everybody is happy. 

Not sure.  What started out as a blog about Plastic Bags, becomes a lingering thought I can’t seem to get rid of.  “Who needs plastic?”  And that is where I will stop with this blog for today.  Topic Creep.  From Plastic Bags to everything else, and yes.  I want no confusion.   Want peace and understanding.  I hate it when they say, “ I don’t get it. What were we talking about?”  And that makes perfect sense to me.  If what you are doing isn’t working, try something else.  And in Our Town, its not plastic bags in the garbage dump.  Been there.  Done that. 

Now its plan B.   



A  Ban On Plastic Bags at the consumer store.  Across the aisle, they say, “No Plastic.”