Day Light Twilight

Day Light  Twilight

The reality is harsher.  The end is near.

 

Without specifics, this blog will hover near the foregone conclusion:  In the last 3 years we have seen and heard it all.  Ok, not all, but what we need to get by with.  Can’t talk about it, because this is an international blog, and have on the list of things we don’t talk about:  Politics and Religion and Your-Pay-Check.”  Looking forward to this week, and then will just forget about it.  3 years and can’t say it hasn’t been miserable and full of surprises.  But the good part is:  Next 6 weeks of Holiday Cheer.  Thanksgiving and then The Holidays.  Lights and Cheer and Drinking.  Presents.  Well maybe.

 

Is Day-Light Savings Change Day where I live.  Usually this makes me grumpy.  But as expected because we gained an hour, “…..not grumpy yet.”  But I am susceptible.  Mess with the light and it takes 2 weeks for my biological clock to adjust.  But lucky for me, no stadium football game for me, as the local team plays on Monday Night.  So I defer.  Will make a day and night of it tomorrow.  Monday.  In the meantime,  I can do as I please.

 

Not sure what that means.  Am ignoring the banner news, as its mostly hype about the Presidential Election in the United States, and I am ignoring that and not talking about it in this blog.  Restraint.  Discipline.  I’ve learned my lesson.  The rest of the world will check on it, on Tuesday night or Wednesday, but for the most part.  “Who Cares?”

 

So it is not a joke.  Some things it is best not to talk about in a blog.  So will go with the flow.  Will let Tuesday take care of itself, and code all this into double speak.  “….how to keep the dogs away.”  Becomes  “Keep the dog out of the house.”  “That’s an order.”  And.  “No dirty shoes in the house.”  Now that should do it.  Put us on notice and bring out the Extra-Wide Banner that says on Wednesday.  “…..somebody wins.  Are you happy now?”  

 

And with that the odors to repel dogs and critters and varmints is released.  Face the issue.  Is anything you have been telling me for the last 3 years been true or anywhere near the truth?  Is not a joke.  Have heard so much trash talk, that I am wondering if this will be and is:  The New Norm.

 

Has me going back in time.  Dr. StrangeLove  and The Creature From The Black Lagoon.  Bitter truth to bite into now.  Fear Play.  And not really a commercial product or a sequel in 2016.  But replay and endless pursuit and can you really keep the dogs out of your yard or anywhere else?  Can you afford a fence.  Or a Wall across the bottom of the United States.  We are cheapskates.  Working Class and we have to save our shekels for a rainy day.  Or in case the Dust Bowl comes back.  We can watch video and see what happened.  Or we can watch video and extrapolate and find a cure.  Certain things we can and can not do.  Today at the top of the list:  Do Not Talk About The American Presidential Election.

 

I like dogs.  I like it when we disobey.  Not big on dirty shoes in the house, when I have to mop the kitchen and clean the rugs, and change the bed rugs and sheets, when people flop around in dirty shoes.  So Is Humane to me.  No dirt in the house.  But of course  nothing is dog and dirt proof.  It happens.  Garbage time and is a daily task to pick up around the place.  House Training and we learned such things back in the day.  1960.  Not sure what we are teaching the children in 2016 and surely after 1990 I did lose track of what the children learn at home and school. 

 

New Math and Latch-Key Children, and most of America having 2 jobs, just to pay the mortgage and rent in San Francisco and New York City.  America clean and soiled, and have learned to live with it.  No escaping a common problem.  Hard to keep your hands clean, and seeing more and more go to the dogs.  Garbage Can on its side.  Trash and garbage on the lawn and in the street.  Hungry and willing to do what it takes, to secure the next meal.  People are like that also.  Working to secure their next meal.

Changing the subject.  After Tuesday we won’t have to talk about it, but some will.  Mostly will just say, “…. It’s a no-no.”  And if you forget, you go to the top of The Chore List:  Mop.  Vacuum.  Clean.  “….Its your turn.  Now take off your shoes.”  Sure its revealing, and we might see who has holes in their socks and smelly feet.  But we can deal with that.  Its just a suggestion.  Remove the problem before it gets out of hand.  It is a burning question.  Who will win?   

 

Can we actually be dirt free.  Can we hope that in the future our leaders will not mislead us.  Dirt-Free.  Honest People in the house.  Hoping for that and so much more.  Several reason to establish a few rules to live by.  Deal with a few wrinkles and flaws, but don’t let things get beyond our control.  Cosmetic fix and even more.  No dogs in the house.  Forget about it.  Those Dirty Shoes.

 

The struggle is real.  Not saying we should all go barefoot.  Not saying we shouldn’t talk about our favorite subjects, and if you are a political-news-junking, well then :  be yourself.  For me, I will be creative.  Its just one blog.  I can figure out a way to fix things, if there is a problem.  Mostly I am flexible and stronger now.  3 years to determine how to have a quality life, even as you bring the dirt into my house.  Internet and some people.  It happens. 

 

Latch-Key Children and they are home first.  Internet exchanges and is porn and dirt, but we try to limit it, best we can.  The struggle is real.  And is best to understand the culture and what we face now.  Different Rules and Ways.  Even so, I have made it this far.  3 years into having a lot brought up in front of me, that I don’t really like. 

 

But I have managed to stay civil.  No show of guns or combat.  Manage without a lot of violence and bloodshed.  Peaceful resolution.  Like Dogs.  Love a clean house.  And yes,  I don’t wear my shoes in the house.  But do forget to wash my hands when first returning from being out in public. 

After Tuesday and where I live, The Election will have taken place.  Might take a while to declare a winner, but I am thinking about all I have been through over the last 3 years.  Early energy and a lot of dumping.  Some of it made its way into my house and into my mind.  Purge and Clean and Get Over It.

Am hoping to accomplish all that.  And for 2017 I want to begin with a clean slate.  Take a year off for good behavior, and then if the politicians and those kind of people want to talk about Election 2020.  Its their choice.  I am getting older now.  Will practice selective hearing and response.  Headed for the Holidays.  Cheer and Good Times.  Is my destination next.  Good Times.   Daylight and Twilight Ahead.  Good Luck.  Time Change and am not grumpy yet.

 

 Yeah for me.  Now send pictures.  Dogs and Shoes.  2017. 

 

Acceptable Lippage

acceptable lippage

This is the moment when I am uncertain, when asked:  “Is this okay?”  And if I am not careful will find myself in a discussion about right or wrong, and what is acceptable.  Is it okay to say:  “Lippage.”  Or.  “Overhang.”  And who will advise me?  About this I am uncertain.  It will be that kind of day.  She points at her midsection and makes a face.  

 “Over-hang.”  “Unacceptable.”  

 

And realize that no matter what I reply, it will not be good for me.  This is when I resort to Stoney-ness.  Is a practiced thing I do.  It is mostly visual.  Some of it catches me and others off-balance.  Not steady and it looks like he might fall over or collapse at any moment.  “What is he on?  Name That Drug.” And for the  moment it is the distraction that works.  Lippage or Overhang, and what is acceptable.  Could be the topic for today’s blog, but if truth be told, it will do no good to get in a long conversation about such things.  “Keep your blog short.  Deal with an 8 second attention span.”  And he finds that acceptable.

 

Seems this is where his best guess is insufficient.  “Best to say nothing.”  He reminds himself.  There are industry standards for such thing, if you are at work.  But on a personal level and with social groups and peer-group consensus, it is a variable situation, wrought with left turns and cul-de-sac stoppage.  It is not in the cards or best to reveal your hand.  Just drop out.  Don’t take a chance.  Let it go, and hope for a different question on another day.  Lippage or Over-hang and maybe it’s the same thing, but its best to let others figure that out.  Take the cowards way out.  

 Fake Stoney-ness.

 

Acceptable Lippage gives way to a more suitable topic.  Seems on this day the keyword will be:  acceptable.  And then he will add a side-thought to it, and staying with good advice, he will keep it short.  Be brief, but don’t let it go to the point where you are exposed.  Midsection and what is acceptable, is not a place you want to be maneuvered into going.  

 

So no matter what, avoid going there.  Just run around the subject, be circuitous if you must resort to that.  Be Stoney and not care what others might be saying or thinking.  Your objective is  to find a more suitable subject to focus on for whatever duration your blog will give to your most recent  8-second-thought, which as we have said,

 “Is a by-product of  a short attention span.”

 

I have some time to kill, but at the same time, will not take the risk of exciting hostility or somebody else’s aggressive stance on what is acceptable and what is not.  Lippage or Overhang and I will not be maneuvered into discussing this.  Won’t consider it, but will spend a few minutes talking about acceptable risk.  Consider this:  Chaos is the norm, and when you can remain calm when staring down a pointed-question, or a barrel of a loaded gun,  that should be considered as defense, regardless of the outcome or what happens next, when she calls you out and asks.   

“Are you avoiding me?”   

Have some time to kill, but do not want to embrace double jeopardy.  So he looks away, and seems to be off-balance and unsteady.  Works every time.  She attends to him, and takes his hand and guides him to a chair.  “Will you be okay.  Let me get you a glass of water.”

The clock indicates a passage of time.  Does it matter how long:  8-second-attention-span, or mind-over-matter-mega-minutes, he has achieved his objective.  Change the subject and don’t talk about her over or under - thang.

 

Acceptable or not, he wants you to be with him.  Cross the line, or not.  Be by his side and be on his side.  Risky.  More than likely yes.  Acceptable risk and he uses body language and eye signals that confuse you.  “Why are we talking about this?”  Lippage or overhang, and it seems going to google and looking for an answer is unacceptable use of technology, at a time like this.  Let your heart guide you.  Be authentic.  Avoid being Stoney when all you have to say is:  “You look good.  There is no overhang.  But if it worries you, we can go to yoga and work things out.”

 

In my line of work we don’t want to look sloppy.  So yes, looks are important, and the general impression of how things should be, is important too.  No reason to dwell on it.  Some days you feel good.  Some days you look good.  And on the days when this is not the case, it is okay to adopt the trademark of that which made Stoney successful in the first place.  Take on the glazed look.  Be unfazed by what others are saying and doing and ask of you.  Do your own thing and go the way that has be successful for you in the past.  

 

You don’t need the big picture, and certainly is best to stay away from The Selfie.  Avoid calling attention to one self.  Blend in and be part of the collective.  Attention to detail at a time like this, should be minimized.  Images and the visual approach have their place, and it is okay to say.  “You look good.  Let’s go out in public.”, but not all the time.  Avoidance is good.  Has its place.  Acceptable risk and acceptable lippage or overhang, and decide the course of today.  Change the subject.

 

He is typing his blog and hits the wrong key.  Lippage becomes slippage and Stonehenge becomes  stoney logic.  See it for what it is.  He is desperate.  You asked him a question and he is meeting resistance in his own mind.  Is one of those times when he doesn’t know what to do or say.  Precarious and catches him by surprise.  Not sure what he said to bring the subject up in the first place. 

 

Cul-de-sac or spiral path, and as a precaution to what could end badly,  in his mind he reviews all his options, and draws a blank.  She can see it in his eyes.  Something wrong.  “Did you forget to take your medicine?”  she asks.  Just hearing this gives him tremendous lift, and he staggers but does not fall down.  Slippage, but not a fatal fall off the cliff or edge.

In all of this is an ancient thought.  If it smells bad, don’t eat it.

And this is how he ends it.  Total silence and he lets her do all the talking.  “Are you okay.  And he nods.  Points towards the sofa.  She understands.  Couch tour and she helps him, after he has had his cup of water.  From chair to couch and they agree.  “Give it a rest.  Tomorrow is another day, and another opportunity to deal with the important things.  

 Like slippage and Lippage and Overhang.  The important stuff.