MASSIVE IN DAYLIGHT

MASSIVE IN DAYLIGHT

 

Coming to this blog with a rear-view mirror like reflection of a reality twice removed, and yet coming at me,  staring me down, and causing thought.  Massive rear end, and I thought I was exempt from anything like that.  Cause for alarm, not yet.  Just a blog, and in real life,  I keep my distance.  Am not a Selfie Type.   Broad exposure and who I am with, not really part of the conversation as I make my way down a road, self-chosen.  Titillation, simulation, and the use of visualization tools does not include a web cam, which in the hands of the devious other, spells big trouble. 

Massive in the sense, it is the elephant in the room,  complete with white house and democracy.  Autonomous agent driven peek-a-boo, and not sure who is on my left or right flanks, but do pride myself on being flat in all the right places, prone and still, below the firing line.  So not quick to raise me hand or head, not really good in bright light or in headlights.  Innocent and like Dear, or Oh Deer.”,  I survive in the most cautious way.

 

Massive in Daylight is about the opposite range of alternatives for me.  I like the night life.   I dance around and show my stuff, but then as if on drugs or in a trance,  I am home before you notice.  Surveillance Society.   Drug Tolerance and ways of being I could only dream of, back in the 60’s when baby boomers were rattling cage.  Now its our turn to grow old gracefully, step back and let others take our place.  Massive in Daylight is about a big movement; greater than one person or one group.  Baby Boomers unite.  “You are going down.”   

Not sure which part of my brain is staying this, but I am listening.  Have a broom and am willing to use it.  Massive Rear End and not liking what I am seeing.  Changes need to be made,  but not sure poisoning the food chain, or doing  GMO-like enhancements is the way it should be.  But with diminishing voice and presence, to the corner I go, standing in silence as I type this to you.  Massive in Daylight.  Are these words, I send.

 

Massive in the sense, you don’t answer to me, nor I to you,  but things get done.  Not saying people go behind my back, and manipulate the chess board, moving black and white pieces around.  Things get done, and it seems like a huge tactical strategy game, set on the fringes of my backyard, close enough to cause concern.  4^th of July coming up, and can hear :  “Boom  Boom.”  Fireworks or gunshots, who knows.  Everybody wants their freedom, and remember this, “Give me Liberty or Give me Death.” 

Up in New York near the Canadian border, just yesterday they shot an escaped convict on the run.  Now they are looking for another.  Massive (manhunt ).  Use that word again, so I know.  It costs to have certain freedoms.  Like marrying your best mate.  And the way it works, is that it lasts as long as folks don’t change their mind.  So we like to start out optimistic.  Anything is possible.

 

 And even when I say, “True.  True.”   I know, those guys in black robes meet in some room and declare:  “new ruling.”  Imagine that.  I have lived through it.  Bush becomes president of the United States.  Honor the black robes.  And honor change.  It won’t go away, not in my lifetime.  I am a baby boomer or close enough to see what those people went through.  Now is time to step back.  Honor your conviction and let you have your day.   Massive in Daylight.  I intend to honor you.  Regardless.

 

Say all this as I fold a flag.  Will put it away for now.  Have a huge flag collection.  Feel the changes and note the commotion.  Big stir and I am afraid.  Won’t make a fuss.  Usually don’t show my hand until I have to, play the cards that are dealt me.  Don’t brag when I win, and almost always cover my loses.  Massive in Daylight is for me, a tactical strategy game that rules life and sets me free.  And when I can live like that,  I tend not to embarrass myself by showing that which is close behind. 

 “Don't look back. Something might be gaining on you. “ Satchel Paige

 

Massive in Daylight and there is so much I dare not say in the present moment.  Will put away my flags, but not my guns.  Won’t show the massive rear that seems to be more than living shadow following in my footsteps.  Have had my fun.  4^th of July.  Be safe.

 

BEER BELLY MARVEL

BEER BELLY MARVEL

Looking for something interesting to write about.  Beer Belly Marvel might be it.  Feels safe and have found out that in summer, camping and beer and being outside is where its at.  Ok, by my own choosing I am a bit landlocked in a down town area of a midsize town/city, near the north pole, but during the thaw we have plenty of light and no news of global warming.  So we are active or we snooze, and sleep it off.  Such is the ways of a beer belly marvel and all around stoney-guy.  Some of this is the liberty of a digital pen, erase or write and look at what’s on the screen in front of you.  Not a true reflection of reality, but when its time to come back to earth and get real,  you can do what I do.  Stand in front of the mirror and write down what you see. 

Starting my day with a sense of humor.  Write a few words and examine the content, locate myself in all of this, and repair or do more damage to what others might be thinking, as we read through all of this.  All things must be done and done in moderation is what keeps me alert and on my feet.  Obesity is the enemy for me.  Too much alcohol is not good for me, and working the garden and managing the weed is a container problem for me. 

Small and just what I need; craft beer and crafty people around me, to keep me function and running from myself and what I see in the mirror.  Well done.  Hope for a little time in the casket, and in the tasting room, having fun.  That’s it.  Have fun.  Its summer.

Am doing what I can to pass the time.  Summer time and just 2 months into baseball season, and I know:   I have had enough, but not really.  Like a good beer and a good backyard,  meet and great and bar-b-Que  with family and friend, and if we do this enough,  its Fall before we know it.  So I did read where there is hope for us all.  Diet and Exercise and FitBit.  Keep all the data in one place, and be more factual that taking selfies of a beer belly marvel like myself.

 Not that growing a stomach is harder than growing green stuff, but what makes all this interesting is that as we get older and are less active, meaning if we are at the computer and do work in front of a screen day after day, and into the evening hours, are still at the screen for fun and entertainment, well then.  The results speak for themselves.  Reaching that point somewhere in the 40’s,  I have dedicated the last 30 years to staying active, and on my feet, and drinking less and having the motivation to drink just water. 

Seems to be working for me.  Not to say, I have stopped singing The Beer Song,  just now at the point where I totally agree; most things must be done in moderation.  At least that is how it is for me.   Stopped having kids when I was age 65.  Got the retirement bug, and hired a staff and set of nanny people.   Now the kids are in school, have a regular routine of travel and study and love.  Won’t be long they will be drinking beer in Bavaria, but for now I don’t think about it.  They grow up all too fast.  And when the truth makes you want a beer,  with me I go another way.   I drink wine and pray for peace and a smaller me.

I think it helps when we sit back and laugh.  For love or money, or just because we can, a sense of humor keeps us healthy.  At least, this is what I tell myself.  Sunset years and yet, still summer and I want to enjoy the moment.  Entertain myself, and so I sit and write something a little off course in a word too series and living with war and crime and drugs, and an election is coming up next year, so is best to entertain and do what seems natural when at a ballgame or at the lake or as I said before, with family in the backyard.  Laugh and make a lot of noise.  Continue to play and be with friends. 

Go to the web and read when you feel the urge.  Confirm what liposuction can do for a beer belly, and then go back to having fun.  Rock and Roll is good.  Am still happy with what I found out.  If things get bad, Repent.   Get a flash back from a Leonard Cohen song.  “….when they said Repent Repent, I wonder what they meant. “   That helps orient me.  Now he says, “More beer.”

My mind keeps going back to the idea of all of this is about having fun, and wonder how long I can manage to do and be like that.  So far, so good.  Get off track a little, and something pulls me back, and not sure how much credit I should give to looking in the mirror, or Alice and the Looking Glass.  Sweet reflections of a good time, and I can say, “When winter comes……”  Things will be alright.  Seasonal correction and weight training, go to gym.  Then comes spring and the beer garden.  What’s a guy to do. 

So I did learn something.  Not sure if it was anger management classes or something else, but get down to it, and an auto reflex kicks in.  Count to Ten.  1-2-3.  Not sure where I slip into darkness, nor if hypnosis really works, but Wait Training, and I call on patience to cure me.  Not that beer belly is a disease, but without going into details, this is the path I will take.  Later on I will say that having a beer belly is a myth, and its just muffin top.  And we can mix and match until we are completely satisfied.  I will drink to that.  Cheers.

“Good to Go.”  Says the Captain.  White background and polish sausage.  Make quite a picture, with the beer mug blurred and off to the right.  “Catch me when I slip.”  I tell my friends and family, knowing that I am always in motion and going somewhere, just never know when to stop.  So things happen  Can hardly fit into my clothes, and then I find a way, to go to The Club, do a few hours in the pool, and stay away from The Pub.  

Smooth Bourbon or cold Rocky Mountain Beer.  “Alcohol and in moderation, it is good for me.”  I say that and brush beyond those things in my way.  Have mixed feeling about all this when I am so big,  I get in my own way.  Will join forces with those who have gone through this for more years than we would like to count.  Have fun, but in moderation, will become a generational chant that whispers in my ear. 

Often we just don’t know what is good for us, and go into auto pilot and chart a course that takes us to the brink.  Beer Belly Marvel and when I picture that, with cell phone camera in hand, it is a good time to see things as they are.  Reflection and without remorse, make a corrective course.  “Ready to Go.”   Captain sir.  Summer time and having fun.  How about you?

MUSEUM SPEAK

MUSEUM SPEAK

I suppose my greatest challenge is translating words from deeds, suggesting that I know what I did and what I am doing now, but just haven’t the words to explain it all.  Will begin by saying  that it is the middle of June, have already been to my fair share of baseball games, and if you were to ask,  I would say; “Yes, I am enjoying my summer.” 

 First week of June and had company from the thoughts.com blogger community;  Tiggers and her husband.  Visitors and a first time experience in an area I am totally comfortable with.  Yankees at the stadium where Seattle Mariner’s  play baseball.  Perfect opening for a visit from a life-long New York Yankees fan, and something I was willing to do.  Host the event and then find other things grandpa and the younger set could mutually enjoy.  So that was the first week of June, and now it’s a week or so later.  Silence on my part and now am back at it.

Back at it, and not sure that is telling enough for the readers, who have been left in the dark, as most of the month has slipped away, and without Stoney Blogging, its not all that revealing,  where the ball drops to earth, and from which orbit.  Did learn a thing or two, being out and about in familiar terrain.  Seems its like eye lashes, if too close to the focal point, we just don’t see what is there.  So it was with me, and I now have a plan to remedy this situation. 

 Comes with the idea we don’t sit still, learn from previous behavior and construct something new or extended to do.  So July and I have a plan.  Turns out if we do what others do, we won’t be left behind.  So I typed on google as if I was a tourist to the Seattle area.  Things To Do.  Free.  Have a thing for freedom and free.  So let me tell you about this and let it be my blog for today.  Hallelujah.  Blog for today:  Museum Speak.

I think this next segment of words goes into The Art Confessions Bin.  Bare Feet as Art, brings me to the point of wearing holes in my shoes.  Making the walk both in the neighborhood and on the internet, I was able to make ends meet.  There it was, but two blocks away, and now because of this:  First Thursday Of The Month  Free Admission to Museum:  I have both new insight and something to do in July.  

 Turns out that the baseball season for the Seattle MLB team, The Mariners, is over.  Sure we have more months to play in an elongated season, goes on and on until October.  But this is not a good team, just average, and not to say I am a performance snob, but it turns out there is competition for my disposable dollar, and free catches my attention.  So July and the First Thursday and will be in line to go to the Seattle Art Museum.   

Bringing me to say once more,  I have this thing for bare feet, and as an art confession will focus on all those exhibits in the museum that display bare feet.  And this could shine new light on many things.  As for me,  I can’t express my delight at knowing, while some go to work, and others live on the internet, for at least one Thursday in July  I will be in the museum staring at works of art and beauty and bare feet.  My mind spins and forms a tapestry that keeps me enchanted, even as I cross the street and brave traffic.

Currently expounding on bare feet and free art, and current plans to venture back to the picture palace.  Museum Speak and need to bone up on the proper things to say and do, while in the museum.  Turns out this is a different take on traditional viewing of the female and male anatomy.  Seems I may be burned out from too much porn on the internet, and photo shop and undressing perfectly normal people, in plain view of the authorities and my family.  Screen time and who is to say how we amuse ourselves.  Selfies everywhere, and causes me to declare; “Work of Art.  How beautiful.” 

 But then I realize all of this needs to be put in perspective.  Find a common view and expression, and is what I am up to now.  Means to me that I need to take a time out.  Go to the museum in July.  Just sit and take in the quiet view of all that is there.

Looking for something special, and will keep going back until I find it.  No time limit.  First Thursday Of The Month, defines the moment and how it expands to include me.  First thoughts have me in a position to act on my impulse.  Will go by myself.  Find bare feet and sit and just be.  Wonder what happens as this event unfolds.  Is a museum a good place to enjoy art, or is there more to this than meets the eye.  Not sure until I put myself in the picture, frame my intentions, and walk a mile in another’s shoes.  And will use the guide line, 

 “If the shoe fits……    “  Won’t let one visit to the museum define me.  Must make all this into the living experience of art, and explore the knooks and crannies of open space.  Will sit and watch.  Not thinking this is a good place to pick up lonely house wives and by them Starbucks coffee.  Rather, I will concentrate on bare feet, and see what happens.  Museum Speak and concentration on bare feet, and in a month or two, will be a work in progress,  this transformation from Internet to real life,  and he thinks: “This will be amazing.”