AWARE BEWARE

AWARE   BEWARE

 

Beware means to be cautious.   Be aware or she is aware, means she notices her surroundings and keeps a watchful eye on you.  Ok it might not mean that at all, but all of this is a good lead-in to the subject most on my mind.  We shall begin with this:  Gone in 60 seconds.  Crooks are swiping ladies’ purses from right under their noses, and it could happen to anyone.  Lined up to go to a NFL football game, and each year they change the rules.  Part of what makes the game interesting.  Just when you have the right players on your team to win and keep winning all the way to the end.  The Super Bowl.  And then just to throw you off balance they change the rules and the game gets more difficult to attend or attend to.  Calls for constant awareness and one must be aware of what’s really going on.  

 

Standing in line at the entrance to an NFL game.  It happens.  To my friend, or wife or some female I don’t know.  Her purse is gone in 60 seconds.  And the security person points at a sign.  Turns out it is like this now: The NFL changed its security policy banning purses this season except for small clutches.  Aware.  Beware.  What happens next.  Purse ends up in a trash barrel, or even more, they have you over a barrel and the ball is in your court.  But then you remember, its just a game.  Change The Rules.  And this is preseason.  And we sort of know this is an attack on us, much like putting pressure cooker bombs in a backpack, and leaving it at the Boston Marathon Finish Line.  People get hurt.  Thieves stealing your purse.  Gone in 60 seconds.  The NFL saying, "Trim down.  Forget about it.  You can’t bring it in."   And this is when it becomes plain and simple.  They are telling you what to do.  Grin and Bare it, or sell your ticket to the people over there.  And go home, or to a bar and watch the game on a big screen.  Take your purse with you.  

 

I remember being told by a sister or her friend when I was young.  "Girls just like to have fun."  So I was a little skeptical when the NFL starting making the uniforms pink and hired women to entice women to come to the NFL game.  And mostly it was a man’s world before all that.  But the goal is to sell tickets and stuff.  But now, the rules dictate that your leave your comfort food and stuff at home.  Put it in a gallon-size ziplock bag .   Make sure its see-though.  Follow the rules.  No backpacks or seat cushions.  So as it appears, this is not fan-friendly and most certainly alienates the wife and girlfriend or daughter.  Goes against the notion, this should be fun.  No fun at all.  But men are different.  Get them inside.  Leave your stuff on the bus.  Call your insurance company.  Seek a settlement.  Just get to the game and inside.  Have somebody hand you a beer.  Now, ready for the game.  

And if its still bothering you, 

drink more beer. 

 A lot of men do that.

 

Haven’t written a blog for a while.  Wasn’t sure what might interest you.  Still don’t know, where your interest lies.  If its not a problem for you, and you watch football on TV, and not at the stadium live, well then.  Aware.  Beware.  Is must a cautionary tale he tells.  End of Summer.  Next thing you know he will be talking about the icy patches of winter on your local road.  Posting a warning.  Beware.  But we all know and are aware of what happens next.  Mostly we do.  And its just a game.  Football.  Don’t let your guard down.  In the end, its our life.  Our rules.   Sort of.  Have a good time.  Its still summer.  Fake Football Games.  Preseason.  Why let all this spoil our good time.  That’s what I am saying.  Bag Ban.  Banned in Boston.  Now its where ever the NFL plays.  And I am thinking.  Beware.  And Be Aware.  Next year they will change the rules, and
move the game to London.
  Oh my.

BIG SURPRISE

BIG SURPRISE

Its 12 o’clock.  Hands on Noon.  Have to make some soup, but that can wait until this blog is over.  Summer, and its not something we do.  Soup in summer.  But here is my rational.  Fast food makes me fat.  Eating in the Urban Zone I live in, you know:  downtown and walking distance to everything the suburbanites come to visit on the weekends and when not at work.  Knee Jerk.  Can’t afford the prices they ask these days.  Average price for coffee:  $4.  Everything else is $10.  And after 5 pm, well the price is $21.99.  More or less.  Generalization, but eating around here will drain your wallet or your credit card.  So my blog for today.  Big Surprise.  And expand on this theme, when I say, "No big surprise.  Other’s behavior.  Local prices."  And quality of life is my main enterprise.  Best Loved.  The Person.  The Place.  The Thing.  And of course, The Dog.  Having said that, will just explore the best ways to surprise myself when an ordinary day, turns into something special.

 

Spending money, is that your thing?  My thing is about being frugal and blending in.  Live in a fat-cat neighborhood but then offset that by saying, "Walking distance to the Pike Place Market and The Gum Wall."  And if you have no clue what I am talking about, just google it and then look for pictures.  A picture is worth a thousand words, so that will save me some time.  Adding to the theme, I suggest that you do not have to lavish or extravagant to be with me.  Don’t have to go out of your way to think of the exact thing to do that will make me really, really happy.  Mostly, is a trial and error thing.  We learn by doing.  Can say, 

"Life is full of surprises."  

And will leave it like that.

Not sure what you are doing, nor what you are looking for coming here today.  Big Surprise.  Well, maybe.  Once we figure it out, that will go a long way to unravel the mystery and the just cooked spaghetti.  Throw it against the wall, and if it sticks, its done.  Not very romantic, but that'’ how I started out.  Very Practical.  My fuel was to be gas-efficient and it got me far.  Now here I am.  Big Surprise.  Made major changes and over time, not sure I got better, but I did come into the Romancing the Stone Crowd.  Not sure what that means, but maybe you do.  Ground Zero and sometimes I am a keeper.  Celebrating the 68th Year of dropping a Bomb on Hiroshima.  How good is that?  Not sure.  Wasn’t there at the time.  And have learned that half of what they teach as history is bogus.  Go back to the idea:  Had To Be There to experience full meaning.  And with that mind circuit and bent, will move on.  Bright Flash.  Blinding.  And the heat.  Can only imagine.  Big Surprise.  How something like that can spoil your day, or influence you for the rest of life.  Can Only Imagine.

 

Almost reached the end now.  Not sure if I have covered the theme or material to your satisfaction.  Came to the idea of writing as a habit.  Not because I had something important to say.  I know that I did not want to write or address the subject of A-Rod and Performance Enhancing Drugs.  Is the talk of sports land.  How to police your own.  Big Surprise, it is not a regular feature of the sports-as-business-people.  They do it when they must.  But lately, its just chatter.  Haters and Cheaters.  I have no time for that, because age has caught up with me, and each day is bonus time for me.  So why talk about it.  We know.  Doesn’t matter that they say, "Not Guilty."  The truth comes out, eventually.  

Life is as hectic as it can be.  No parking in the Town of Seattle.  Mayor and City Council conspire.  Make this inner city a no-parking-zone.  And that is how it is.  So mostly I walk.  And talk.  And tend towards Big Surprise.  Each day is different.  No real standard for what I think or do.  Except I make soup.  Winter or Summer.  Have a pot of pot, or a pot of soup on the stove and in the kitchen.  Not like a methane lab, but like I said before.  Have to be there to experience the full impact of being with him.  Things happen.  Almost Accidentally.  Hiroshima.  We dropped a bomb.  That was long ago.  And for the most part, its all but forgotten.  Wasn’t there.  Don’t want to talk about it.  How I feel about baseball and The Damn Yankees.  Maybe tomorrow.  Big Surprise.  I will dedicate a full blog to that subject.  But not now.  Making Soup.  Man in the Kitchen.  A keeper.  Perhaps.  Maybe.  Life On A Full Stomach.  Pike Place Market and The Gum Wall.  Google it.  If you have nothing else to do.  Have a good day.  Be well. 

 Now go look for parking.