A CERTAIN REALITY UNFOLDS

A CERTAIN REALITY UNFOLDS

 

 


It seems interesting to me the mess we get into just living from day to day.  And wonder if that has anything to do with an uncertain future we cling to.  Do we know what the next day will bring, or is all that a product of our imagination as we dare to dream big, and carry on as if all of this is ever flowing and continuous and always in our best interest.  Been a long time for me, as stoney blogger, investing in words and the freedom to write and express myself.


 

Of course, its true, the incentive to write comes and goes, is guided by the seasons and my placement on the globe, and it is my essential nature to seek self-expression.  Is my reality, and so today I commit to the idea of writing a blog, but staying away from the questionable things that make gossip and speculation self-expanding in the ordinary world, aided by Twitter and social media and people like you and I inquiring.  Its been okay, but should we shut it down.  Look for a better way.  Try something new.  Wave goodbye to yesterday.  Just say, "New Day.  Can’t afford it."  And just walk away.  Can we?





So I need nourishment.  Getting hungry as we speak.  Freedom and Open Expression takes resources we often take for granted, and I am no different.  Expect to write this blog and reach out to you, without really considering if you will be there.  Shutdown, and maybe you have just walked away from the ordinary routines of yesterday.  Too much fuss and confusion.  Human Nature.  Shut it Down.  Wonder how many of us have come to that conclusion, but have not taken the energy to implement that plan that lurks just a few steps away, digital or real time, and for me is time to seek the kitchen, cook up something, like home made stew, and let others manage the best they can.

 Limited Edition.



And is true.  Front Page News, but now its all digital and not a paper on my front porch getting soaked by the rain, because the paper-boy was all too busy, delivering the good and plotting out a new course that would distance him from you.  And I wonder, is it time.  To just go do something different, and deal with the reality of an uncertain future, doing it one by one, or in a chorus of others, rising up and making ones presence known.  Often wonder, if I should go fishing or write a blog.  Energy in the Dust.  Tampered down by the rain that reaches for me and my newspaper, just out there and exposed to the elements.  So it gets me thinking.  Newspapers and is it time to let those institutions of the word just go away.  "Go Away."  He said.  "You are annoying me."



People talk.  Not sure if what they are saying has anything to do with me.  Pay your bills.  Live month to month.  Take care of self and family, if that’s what you are dedicated to.  I am.  I like my dog and friends and family and newspaper.  Just plain old fashion.  And so it goes.  My daily love affair with you.  



Just now, found myself in the kitchen with tears in my eyes.  Not sure if it was chemical, as  I was slicing up onions, for its place in the pot and stew, and wonder what we have gotten ourselves into, as a certain reality unfolds, and we radiate and dispense an energy that warns of something more coming in the days ahead.  "Shut it Down."  He said.  "I am not fighting with you.  A decision has been made."   And its like I have dedicated this day to drying out the wet newspaper gathered from the front porch.  Not worried that I won’t be able to read it, like tea leaves at the bottom of my cup, for its known.



 If it appears in newsprint, it is possible I can find it online.  Digital and Available.  Plan B.  So much to think about these days.  Wandering over the well-trod landscape.  Can’t get into Yosemite or the National Park just down the road from me, where mountains stand and look down, wondering in a stone cold way, is this for real.  Am I really standing after all this time.  




And there he is.  Looking out his window, over land and water, looking at the reflection of sun on snow and mountains now off limits because they say, "We Shut it Down. No Access."  And I am thinking.  Wet Newspaper.  Cold day.  Time for a cup of soup and a cheese sandwich.  Time to eat.  And to repeat.  A Certain Reality Unfolds.  Am I happy?  Blogging today.  Spending time with my newspaper and with you.   Extending the happiness and extending my daily love  affair with you. 

Yes, I am.

SOFT ZONE DRIFT

SOFT ZONE DRIFT


 

I am trying to discover what this means to me, in terms of event details.  Soft Zone Drift.  Of course I need to pick the proper words and grammar usage, but there comes a time when drift as in white snow over the northern plains is apropos.  From where I sit, it is furious speculation that this has anything to do with you, specifically because I don’t know you, don’t know where you are, and even more so, have no clue if you get my drift.  





In my defense, going soft is not what I do, but ice cream melts and feelings make you soft, regardless of flavor or what it costs at the dry cleaning shop to remove the stains of life.  Peaches and Cream, and I wonder about you as you approach me, and I ask myself, "Will I Get Lucky."  A couple of inches make a difference, but that is not what this is all about.  Settling in the Strike Zone.  Wondering how it will be today, out and about and knowing that each day has a soft zone, where observations make a difference and you and I are slowly moving towards each other.  Not exactly slow dance, but in the quiet of my mind, I imagine it so.   Soft Zone Drift.  My topic for today.


 

Lilac in the mist and how does it make you feel?  It is okay to be friendly, but if you have ever been kicked by a horse, you know to keep your distance.  Leveraging ones position to define and take advantage of the assets that are around you, once in a blue moon and deep into the night, I follow you and hope for everything, from A to Z.  Being with the one that is perfect for you is an art form that needs to be perfected in real time.  Thinking about it too much, makes you soft and vulnerable.  



 

Daydreams and products of the mind do no harm if left in a vacuum, but then again this is the real world, and I have been scared by the likes of you, even when officially we have never met, nor kissed or had the pleasure of the  soft zone drift.  Lilac in the mist and we need to discover if we leave it where it is, or take it home.  Trading and swapping particulars, I want to know if any of this would be good for me.  Caught in the moment.  Hoping it will last the night, and later we could laugh about it when asked, "So how did you meet?  "







Getting a second opinion seems appropriate, and yet it seems like a take it or leave it moment and situation, with clock ticking and things moving forward on its own terms, not of my control or choosing.  So what?  How important is just one flower.  Lilac in the mist.  Was it really there, or was in just something manufactured in the mind, and lost in translation as it came into my world, fragile and vulnerable, much like me.  Without you, what is the next big thing for me.

  I wonder.  







 

What is the point when the soft zone drift repeats, and winter returns.  Cold and Chill and an icy fall onto the pavement.  Knock Out.  Concussion.  Not sure, the game we are playing.  But it hurts.  Not looking for a theory that explains how this happens to me, over and over again.  Phenomena Unexplained.  Serious Relationship and it happens.    Plate Tectonics and Sensual Touching.  A shift of time and place and perspective leaves me wondering if this really happened as a precursor to love and romance and affection, seriously displaced.  A product of the mind.  Lilac in the mist reality.  Mind’s Eye Refraction and now Jupiter Rings and Outer Space, and the possibilities are endless.  In The Soft Zone.







And so it is, I want to ask, "Are we okay?"  Second Opinion or not, is best to remember if you have ever been kicked by horse, it hurts and if its just bone, it will repair and mend.  But kicked in the head is something different.  Calls for ultra respect and caution, if again you find yourself out there, in a soft white dusting that touches you and turns you cold and unresponsive.  Mother Nature and the call of the wild.  Side by Side, and calling to you. 
Now Touching.  







Soft Speak.  Slow movement.   Monumental Freezing.  Inviting us to proceed into the danger zone where matter meets mind, I regress.  It won’t be allowed.  Not this time, I won’t make the same mistake twice.  Kicked by a horse.  And she leans over you, like a lilac in the mist, asking, "Are you okay?"  And the truth is, you just don’t know in the moment of soft zone drift and your heart is bleeding.  Is it love? 
Is it death? Or both?  Universal Truth and we belong together. 

But Where? 

14 YEARS AGO

14 YEARS AGO




 
There is no one way to do this.  But you do need to be focused and follow through.  For me it begins with morning, and the computer and fake-news-headline banners.  The key for me is to realize we are being forced to change our ways, become a lot like our forefathers at the turn of the century.  Not 1999, but rather think back.  1900 and where I live now, had just achieved statehood.  Prior to that, it was the Oregon Territory.  And Prior to that, 1848 and the California Gold Rush and of course, the add-on:  Alaska.   And little by little it all comes into focus and the history books.  Alaska.  Seattle.  San Francisco.  And we have heard about it, but most of us have never been there.  And that’s ok.  We have blogs now and people like me who write and post and others read.  Free and Available, if you have a computer or phone-app or how-to-say-it:   modern technology.  And now we do.  Many of us.  Most of us.  Some of us.  Let’s say, "10% have it all."  But really we know:  we are not where we want to be.  Just 14 Years  Ago.  That’s it.  Perfect.  Where I wanted to be.




 
From the Google and headline banners, I see a good example of what I want to talk about, but maybe you realize like I have recently, our government is everywhere and we have to be careful not to get tagged.  Tagged.  On The List.  You know.  That 10 % of the people that look so good, it can’t be real, so we need to look at them closer, tap their phones, read their e-mail and generally scrutinize.  Just to make sure, they are what they appear to be.  Using other people’s words, I proceed.  From a blog posted september 17, 2013 by shemelts (thoughts.com ) she says it all when she says, "  A little history for you."  And so I will follow that model.  Not exactly a history lesson, but going back 14 years and then going back some more to 1980-something, I will try to make my point, in a focused and brief way.  Blog style.




 
Starts out with headline:  Georgia Kidnappers Seek 10 K for Ransomed Teen.  And now an hour or so, I see it being reported that, these same Kidnappers up ransom for Ga. Teen to $100 K.  And I smile.  "Its The Economy Stupid."  Meaning why get yourself killed for a measly $10,000 dollars.  Not sure its a question or just the realization that the price of living is going up.  And of course, over the years, we expect things to cost more.  But did you know, we are now asking for higher wages and a living-wage.  Can’t live on $10 or $15 an-hour.   And so it goes.  Helps me focus on some basic things.  Baseball and Military Conflict and The-Way-It-Is.  And its just a  Blog Style way of finding a different way to do what we did in 1980, only back then more of us were married and had jobs, and taking care of our family in a different way.  Not saying it was better.  Even in 1999, it was good.  But was it the way we wanted and were we happy back then.  Case by Case, we have to listen to the stories from back then, to really know.  But as we know, Technology was almost non-existent then, compared to now.




So I want to talk about it, but I really can’t.  Freedom on the Internet might only be for the top 10% of the people.  Haven’t decided yet if this is true.  But just having to consider it all in terms of past history, even just 14 years ago, and it means we have to be careful now.  So I really want to write a blog about the cost of doing business.  Even something simple like Ransom and the proper price to ask or pay.  Bin Laden.  Ask for $10-million.  A teen in Georgia.  Ask for 10k.  But then you realize, not enough.  You need more.   And that’s when it becomes apparent, we need to look at things more closely.  And is what I really want to talk about.  Baseball and its becoming apparent the fans are not coming out to the ballpark like they once did.  And of course, we can read in the USA Today why some say its depressing, but they can’t really talk about it.  



 

Why Baseball is not as popular as it once was.  And I smile.  Is a conversation for another day.  As is the article I just finished reading about divorce for military women on combat assignments in Iraq or Afghanistan longer than 12 months and ever more frequent.  And so it goes.  14 years ago.  Not sure its clear what this blog is really about.  But if you look at it back then.  Say, before the bombing of the World Trade Center in 2001, it would be obvious.  Things looked better then.  Including me.  Looked good.  Felt good.  Had a job.  Just:  14 Years Ago.  And I want to talk about it, but I really can’t.

FUN IN PARADISE

FUN IN PARADISE




 
I write a blog about what’s going on around me, but in reflection it is kind of scary.  For many reasons, I say this, and the final answer to it all is that you need to be there, to get the full impact, that I discovered by accident and while in attendance at the best and worst of the football game played in Seattle last night during an Electrical Storm.  And do not want to tire you about the experiences of an addict.  I was there.  Suspended Disbelief.  That this could happen to me.  And now I feel inspired to tell somebody.  Not that its like rape and the fact that it could happen to me.  But yes.  I need to tell somebody.



 

Ok and I was aware that I was putting myself at risk.  Not entirely safe to find your way in a stadium with 70,000 people or more that have just gone through the most elaborate security check mankind could devise.  Ok, not saying this is correct.  Security Check and now I should feel safe.  Is that it.  Is that the facts of the awareness that comes to me, now that I am home and feeling better about it all.  NFL Football.  Seattle and San Francisco on Sunday Night.  Some people paid a lot of money to be there.  I walked by the people on the street and they asked, "Have any extra tickets.  I need tickets."  




And so that was the start.  In the end, it was even more scary than that.  Four hour game.  1 hour Thunder and Lightening Alert.  And when that part was over, the violence on the field began, once more.  But the fans were safe.  That was the point of the Work Stoppage.  And the point of the Security Check.  But still.  I was aware I was putting myself at risk.  Its the NFL.  On Any Given Sunday.  Best Made Plans Can Go To Hell In A Hand Basket.  



 

And its true.  I was there.  First quarter score Seattle  5  San Francisco 0.  And then at half after an hour delay for weather and scary people, it was still Seattle 5  49ers 0.  On one hand I felt totally blessed.  Fun In Paradise.  Two best teams in the league playing each other.  Defensive Standoff for almost 2 hours.  Thunder and Lightening Delay.  And then we started over.  Star Player QB took a shower and was totally refreshed. "Got His Mind Right."  So he said.  No laughing matter.  Came out after the storm passed and handled his business.  Serious business.  A few people got hurt.  But then they get paid for all that.  Like military recruits in Iraq and around the world.  War is Hell.  But its our duty.  We get paid.  Its our job.



 


And you have to be there, watching the Best of the Best going at it.  Just a Game.  To some its a living.  And that’s where I start to question why I was there.  It was suppose to be Fun In Paradise.  And it was, but then I have to tell you about the rape of body and senses that happened.  Living on an Aisle Seat.  5 hours in the stadium with 70,000  others.  And out of nowhere it happened.  In the vacant seat next to me, sits down a dude in 49er’s Jersey.  Was like painting a red flag on me, Signaling to The Bull, this is where its at.  







 
And so it happened.  Violated.  Raped, but not in the traditional way.  Not exactly Family-Friendly.  Beer poured on me and at my feet.  Spillage from the fans, with nothing to do but drink beer and go back and forth from Beer Stand and Fans in the Stands, carrying beer and other things.  And yes, part one.  Spillage.  Happened more than once.  Aisle Seat.  Preoccupied with other things.  Eyes in another direction.  



 

Beer Head.  Kind of smelly.  But still life goes on.  Might only been a quart of beer landing on me.  And it was enough.  49er dude sitting next to me, one seat in.  And people came by.  Fans of 49ers, and they did high fives.  Acting Friendly.  Then came the others.  Seahawk fans.  Issuing Fighting Words.  And there I was.  Sitting in the middle.  Friendly Fire.  Lateral Damage and it was me.  3 fist fights and such over the top of me.  And there I sat, listening to the radio.  Ignoring The 49er Dude sitting beside me.  Noise.  Beer Spillage.  Fan fights.  





And there I was.  Having Fun In Paradise.  What a night.   Nationally-Televised.  Were you there?  Did you see it?  Fan Rape and Carnage.  On and Off-Field Violence.  NFL Football.  Live.  Is just a game, until you add insult to injury, with physical and mental abuse.  Class Warfare.  Mind-Rape.     Using beer and words.  And closed-caption TV.

Fun In Paradise. 

JUST SAY NO

I don’t want to sound discouraged.  But will say, “Summer has not been long enough.”  And could add more, like “The Boys of Summer.”  And make a reference to A-rod and what people do for the game they love.  Keep on playing, take steroids and PED’s, and what ever it takes to fool nature and others, and play on and on.  So yes, I might enter the trap and go on and on, saying more and more, about nothing.  “Its nothing.  Forget about it.”  War on Drugs.  War on Jobs.   War on Syria.  Another vote, to make us feel included.  And I am thinking, have we learned nothing from the previous years and from the past.  So on one hand, I tell myself:  “Its summer, go out and have some fun.”  Its summer, if you use sun-screen, perhaps you can get some rays.

 

And have a conversation with myself, and almost convince me to stop blogging.  But then, what would I do with too much time on my hands.  Go to a baseball game.  Win or Lose.  Sit in the stands, and be part of the sport, I once loved dearly.  And its ok, if the team near me is never more than average or worse.  For the last 10 years they have been worse, and the price keeps rising.  So I declare, “Can’t afford you.”  So it has a special effect.  The girls leave me.  Personal Interest leaves me.   And for the last 6 months, in my daily blog I have nothing to say.  And so, it seems I am running on empty.  But that is far from the truth.  Global Warming.  I must adapt.  And this is the reason my blog is almost extinct.  My  Theme for today:  Just Say No.

 

I can remember back when I would watch Ronald Reagan in the movies.  I would laugh and have fun.   Role Playing.  Movie Star.  Before we had gone to the moon, and all those other things, that now I know is best to take the stance, “Just Say No.”  Repeat of the theme, become aware.  If what you have done before, hasn’t gotten you where you thought it might, take a different approach.   So entertaining Reagan dude became political and then President of these United States, and perhaps was the beginning for me.  Find your voice.  If you felt like going to the baseball game wasted 6 hours of your day, its okay to speak up.  Say just that, “It was a waste of time.”

 

And so it took many years to get a computer and The Internet, and suddenly in real time, world-wide people would read my words.  “Not to worry.  Its just a blog.”  And thought that would do it.  But then I added more.  Every day.  It became a routine.  Blog Writing.  And had no idea who my audience might be.  Made a few inquiries, when I did private chats with Bloggers.  Took my lead from comments.  What others said, after I had my say.

 

And I thought, the interplay of real life and sports.  Interplay of world-wide expression, and for while thought something good could and would make my personal experience seem expanded and beneficial.  Not saying, “Fooling Myself.”  But well here I am.  President Dude is taking a vote.  Syria Agenda.  And here I am again.  With my theme for today.  “Just Say No.”

 

So I am wondering if its just been a summer I should forget.  Has the weather pattern shifted.  Global Warming and its year around Hot.  Not sure. 
Do know that I get to do the Youtube.com thing more than might be good for me.  Just watched a video from June 2007 of Nancy  Reagan at the 1988 World Series.  Flashback to baseball.  And not sure when all of this began to lose its appeal.  Have to think about it.  The side effects of all this.  What happens when you take it full circle and “Just Say No.”   To everything.  Is this the end to life as we know it.  Is this what happens when you need some peace and quiet.  Or is the answer to all of this uncomplicated and simple.  Even a child can understand.  “Just Say No.”

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.