what do I know?

WHAT DO I KNOW?

Sounds like a good title, for those of us who operate from the fringes of limited knowledge and expertise.  Not saying I don’t know how to tie my shoes, or that Velcro on Nike shoes is limiting me, is more like I can’t afford $130 for shoes I will retread in 90 days or less.  Not sure if it happens because of fashion and what others think, or because a new media show during football season, changes my mind.  I am susceptible,  To a pretty face and a compelling smile, and susceptible to advertising and manipulation by Apple, Google and Microsoft.

 

 Amazon and others send me a book, and suddenly I am dependent on them to supply my needs.  Greed and Enterprise reap great gains, and leaves me in the after-stages of catching my breath and catching up.  So what does this have to do, with people like you and I?   

going to school and involved in life to receive  the platform of basic training and knowledge.  What are your survival skills?  Who supports you, and then the anti-thesis, what  or who is your worst enemy?  Self or others, and what do I know about gauging the local influence against the outside mass of people, not yet in my jurisdiction or functioning range?  I don’t know you, so what do I know?  My subject for today.

 

Help is just in front of me, and all I need to know, is where.  Then I need to know how much effort it will take to rally the forces against good and bad, find a middle course and spot, and just wait for others to join me.  In theory, sounds like a good plan and something that might work, but then realize I am operating locally against a global force without a name, and I have no idea to bring them to my dinner table, talk nice and socialize and win them over, one meal and menu course at a time.  Appetizers.  Soup and bread.  A little salad maybe.  What will it take to get a little help for the things that ail me, or could be a problem in the near-future?

 

The answer is elusive, as is my best mate.  Gone and yet not forgotten, what do I know, when in recovery and it takes longer to find a fix, than the few pills I took, not knowing what they would do to me.  Pharmacology and recreational.  I know now, what I should have avoided.  Elusive, and continues to be a moving target on the other side, when the global element works its magic, but unfortunately not for me.  Even so, I remind myself:  Help is on the way.  How do I know?   I read it in a book.

Talking and walking and semi-functional.  What Do I Know, and why might this be important, makes me wonder if I should complete this blog, and draw others close and into a conversation that might be never ending.  Flora and Fauna, global and local, and then something Stoney calls,  discovery.  Learned it when he had jury duty.  Falls under the heading of frequently asked questions, and dealing with it, when you ask:  what does this have to do with me?  Global or local discovery and until you study up and know the language that pertains, it is all about Applying Rules of Discovery to Information Uncovered while reading a blog, such as this one.

What do I know?  Local or Global.  Down on my luck and short of resources.  Gather and assemble reasonable assumption about my situation and where I find myself in the present moment.  But I know this is a temporary condition.  Know that when you come home, elusive one; help will arrive.  Of course, it might a little time for you to be comfortable with the situation and what absence adds or takes away from everyday life.  Not sure it is a distance proposition, where GPS can locate us, and fix everything. 

 

In the meantime, I worry about the little things.  And then I worry about you.  What if you never find your way back, and when you do I am unaware of the person you have become.  Each year, they bring out a new line of product.  Nike and the shoes I have learned to tie, are now Velcro and I am allergic to something they use to complete the construction of the foundation in the shoes they now try to sell me.  What do I know?  Is it enough to handle the new situation I find myself with, and can I take your hand, convince you that nothing has changed, and that as soon as you have had some time to deal with jet lag and cultural difference, we will just be as before.  Before and very much in love.  In love with you.  In love with my new shoes.  In love with the very idea that love just is.

And that brings me to the point of being a hopeless romantic.  Have decided that if we are nice to each other, through good times and bad, we might come to the position of tolerance and perhaps real love.  But that depends on a lot of variables, and what do I know about balancing the forces of good and evil, and even more to the point, what do I know that will help me deal with today’s reality.  Elusive and out of sight, but not out of mind. 

Just had something called Memorial Day.  Think about it.  Felt what it was like without you, and realized.  It takes special energy to complete this thought.  What is it like in a world without love?  And has me asking, about this: what do I know?  And the answer is simple.  I know enough to keep looking and have a little faith that such behavior will harvest reward.  And soon, you will come to me.  With a kiss and fresh energy.  Renewing our vows of love and care, and being together.  Best we can.