SIT DOWN

SIT DOWN




I am about to embark on a new approach.  Will take the position that when you and I sit down together, something good will happen.  Following this theme into a well written blog is my intention.  Scattered around the foreground of this thought, is my need to get back into the groove, make word-music that is harmonious and rhythmic and reoccurring.  Comes down to using my time in an efficient manner.  Have manners.  Sit down with you, and do more than say, "Howdy."   Do more than posture that I have oh so many friends on facebook, and no time to communicate.  Getting past the blank screen of an unintended mind, is easy.  Know that when you start this day, I want to be with you, at least in the beginning.  Won’t analyze what that means.  Mostly tuned in to the warmth of summer and the smile I just know, comes with you.   So we sit down.  Not like we sit across a negotiating table.  This is a volunteer assignment.  Making time.  Want to do this.  Not sure how deep my history with you might be, as this is a public channel and many unknowns come and go.  But on this day I will do my best to satisfy your every need, when you and I sit down together.







Maybe I should be more careful.  Lead with my head.  Give you something to aim for.  Know that satisfying your every need from a distance is wishful thinking, but then again its how in a perfect world, it should be.  Come with full intention to me nice.  To do what others desire of you.  Am sure you can understand this thought, even as we might question in the moment, how to go about doing this.  What he talks about mostly, is missing the opportunity to make things better.  Talks about being with you, without going into details.  And perhaps details are what we need.  Be specific.  What can you do for me?  And he smiles.  Its tea time.  Maybe just an early morning conversation before you shower and run off to work is all that is needed.  





It may be the little things that are important here, and we can pass by the idea that we choose to do very little together.  Know its impossible to spend a lot of time with each other, when he blogs only once a month.  Has gotten into that habit now.  And you want him or her to more available.  Thinking about that, I am sure that when you and I sit down together, we can discuss all that and a little more.  That would be exciting.




 
Truth is I have gotten myself over-extended.  Have too much meat, and no potatoes or gravy, nor greens on my plate.  Starved by attending to deadlines and basics.  Not enough time with you.  That is what comes to mind, as tea arrives and I stir the pot, with words sent in your direction.  Sit down.  Put it all together.  What’s on your mind? Do I have a laundry list and a code of conduct for handling my business, when I am making you my primary assignment for this day.  He talks a lot, when he makes himself available.  But he hasn’t been around lately.  Not sure what I think about that, as there are so many people on the Internet, why do I need to be concerned with him?  





 
Most of the time he is not around.  Why bother now?  And of course, sitting down with you, gets me in the mood.  Will make the best effort to talk about it, once we agree on a mutually inclusive topic that interests us.  And so I stare into the living room, noticing that it is empty.  Dogs in the backyard digging bones up, that were carefully placed, when he had yard time.  Have time on my hands and speculating that when you and I sit down together, this will be a happy time and as good as it will get for me, today.



 

Sounds good on paper.  But once in print, it bears a full examination.  The world is a busy place.  Who has time to just sit and have a cup of tea, and just talk.  This is not the 50’s, when only Father works, and mother has time.  And when he comes around, she enjoys his company.  Safe and wonderful contact with somebody out there that declares.  " I am here for you.  What’s up?"



 

I like it when we agree, having company can be fun and worthwhile.  The art of manliness suggests that he should initiate first contact, and then follow through.  Not just flirt with friendship, but actually be there, affirm that he is involved for the long run.  Having said that, he is aware he can’t have it all his way.  Agreement and disagreement happen even when just sitting down for a nice cup of tea.  Is only a metaphor for warmth and sharing.  Intimate corner of the kitchen, the nook, and realize that it is the inner fire that must be started, as most folks have electric heat, and campfire warmth is not included, when one sits down to conversation and tea.  



 

Now he realizes he does not want to talk about Starbucks and how they now have included tea on their coffee menu.  Confusing to me, what others do.  But now I know, its just you and I on this day, and the conversation should go in your direction, encouraging you to open up and surely, tell me what’s going on, what is important to you.  Tea, beer or hot cocoa.  Even coffee, and I am thinking its been a long time since we have done this.  Not exactly holding hands, but then again holding a conversation that interests both of us, is worth doing.  This is my chance to declare publicly that I adore you, and look forward to this time together.

 



You don’t believe him.  He hasn’t been there for you.  On your birthday.  When your team won the big game, where was he, exactly.  And that is the point.  It is difficult at best, when we don’t make time for each other.  Blogging and he comes around once a month, and tries to make things sound like this is the place and everybody here, is his best friend.  Not sure what the plan is.  Show up.  Create goodwill.  Leave a space where others can contact you, knowing you will at least answer your comments with a bit of substance, now that you have initiated the conversation.  

 
As for me, a biscuit and a cup of tea, and time writing as if you are sitting across the table from me, and hoping you feel the same.  Blogging is good.  Friends are something we all need.  Not a dispute resolution process, we realize he is doing his best.  Show up.  Be available.  And answer back.  Beyond that, what do we really expect from our online friends.  On this day, the subject as presented, sounds good.  But then again when you and I sit down together, our time together should suit the two of us.  And now I wonder.  Is this possible?  Blogging.  Online.  How satisfying can it get.  Having tea with him?

Searching For Lady Drummond

 
SEARCHING FOR LADY DRUMMOND

 

It has been a while since I have written a blog, and confess I have forgotten how to do it.  Will lay the blame on the aging process, realize that one of the blog spaces I post to is now 7 years old.  And was reading about the legends and pioneers of blogging and noticed over time, how I needed to get a life, spend less time online, and see if that would improve my quality of life.  In the beginning it seemed the thing to do.  Go online.  Blog.  See what others had to say, and come back another day to do it over and over again.  

 

That sums it up for me.  Blogging has now reached the middle stages of maturity.  Still around and a life-line for many, I have found myself in an outer-space of my own making.  Much like being on The Space Station, which has been renamed and adopted.  Still floating around, but just not the same as when it first went into orbit.  That is me and my relationship to blogging.  Less frequent now.  And again, I confess.  I have forgotten how to do it.

In a new stage of life.  Old enough to know better, but I insist.  Create a list.  Put things on it that if completed might lead to your happiness and efficiency level of being.  So am running around with a chip on my shoulder.  It should have been a puck, as in hockey puck.  But something happened on the way to The Big Dance.  And she says.  "Who gives a *uck?"  Hockey puck.  And I say.  "I do."  Well as you know, with communication the genders often speak a different language and get it wrong when in translation, you omit a letter for brevity’s sake  or because on the internet and blog you get censored for bad language.  

So one thing leads to another.  I say.  "I do."  And she thinks, "Man is getting too serious."  And does what any rational person would do.  She runs away.  So now I have a chip on my shoulder.  Am a little irritated, agitated and shook up.   Lost my appetite when I looked in the dishwasher, which was full of dirty dishes and had not been turned on for an entire month.  On top of that, in over-time of the final game # 7 of the Stanley Cup Playoffs, my favorite team lost to the L.A. Kings.  So now its the L.A. Kings against The New York Rangers in the Stanley Cup’s final 7 matches of the hockey season.  "Who cares?"  She said.  And runs off.  Is the start of a common misunderstanding.  Boys and Toys and Sports Teams.  It all gets worse when I said.  "I do."

 

Here I am.  Have forgotten how to do all this.  Write a blog.  Have a meaningful relationship.  Get a life.  All those things are on my list, but first I find myself:  searching for Lady Drummond.  She ran off.  Not sure why, but it happens more often than I would like to admit.  Over the years you would think I would know what to do.  Write a blog.  Then read the comment.  " I don’t get it.  This is really confusing."  



 

And I tend to agree.  Not sure how its possible that my team, The Chicago Blackhawks of the NHL could possibly lose to The L.A. Kings.  But they did.  And it caused a problem.  She ran off and took the dog with her.  Not sure if this really happened.  Blackhawks lose.  But it seems like it.  And I am home alone.  Writing a blog.  Titled. Searching For Lady Drummond.  My blog for today.

Now I am looking for an unbiased opinion.  Am I wrong?  Did it really happen.  Is any of this real.  Does Lady Drummond really exist, or is this a dream.  Did I make it all up.  Been 7 years.  Been hanging on by the teeth.  Fact or Myth.  If you read his blogs you know Stoney Blogger is under-the-influence and should be taken with a grain of salt, when it comes to his dealings with others.  Relationships are not his thing.  Hockey and baseball and NFL football.  Now that’s another thing he professes to know a little about.  In the end he finds himself back online.  




 
More artificial than real, he swallows the truth and commits to finishing what he has started.  Writing a blog.  Searching For Lady Drummond.  " One blog a month."  He tells himself.  "What harm can it possibly do?"  So he does a search online.  Ends up with Diff’rent Strokes:  Season 6, Episode 13.  Drummond’s Lady  (  21 Jan. 1984 ).  Discovers that this story is about an unfavorable first encounter with a lady at the gym.  Makes him think.  Lady Drummond does exist.  But its still a problem.  She has run off.  He doesn’t know where to find her.   

 

So now he is back in the search for Lady Drummond.  Takes him to present day reality.  Finds himself in Montreal, Canada.  On Drummond Street.  Followed all the leads.  Clicked and drank his way to a likely place where she might be.  He followed instruction.  It said.  Click here to Locate Lady Drummond.  What actually happened is this.  He finds himself one block south, at the corner of Drummond rue and De la Gauchetiere Street, which is actually Bell Centre, home of the National Hockey League’s Montreal Canadiens.  

 

And then it hits him hard.  She is not here.  But the Montreal Canadiens are.  And he has to face up to it.  Blackhawks and Canadiens are the big losers here.  2014 and no Stanley Cup for them.  This makes me sad.  Along with the basic truth.  7 long years and I am still searching for Lady Drummond.  End of hockey season and I wonder why, she keeps running away.  While I am standing around in disbelief.  Crying in my beer.  "How is this possible?"  I ask.  When and where and how did all this happen?  Was it something I said.  Women and Relationship.  Men and Sports.  And it goes on and on.  Another bad dream.  Searching For Lady Drummond.  My blog for today.  Not so good.

Birthday extravaganza by Tiggers

Lady In Pink would love to wish a very special blogger Stoney aka STONEHEAD a Happy Birthday ~~

May 4, 2014bytiggers

 

It all started over words

He said: , Then She said: and so on

This blogger is one of a kind

Using words as well as pictures to captivate all of our minds:)

Also we share a love of tea and I like to think

Sometimes that we are drinking a cup at the same time :)

Special soul

Special heart

And a very special mind

When I am down in the dark

This blogger has a way of making the sun shine!

How he does it I will never know:)

Stoney ways I actually like to call it :) 

Stoney and I share a love of baseball as well as football !

The only difference is , he KNOWS BASEBALL AND FOOTBALL :) I just watch the games and love them !

Stoney has a heart of gold and one thing that brought him to me

Was his love for music :)

So what better way then for me to celebrate his birthday Lady in pinkstyle Or tiggers style

This would be to sing him a song:)

I wracked my brain as to what one song I could sing and came up with one of my all time faves.

I had to practice it many times and well I still don't think I have it all right but here it is:

The Lady in pink would like to present you

on this special day

Somewhere Over the Rainbow!!

                                          

Now if you are wondering why I say Lady in Pink .. A couple of years back I wrote my very first short story , The story was about Stoney being the owner of the Seattle Sea Hawks and I was the Lady In Pink! So every now and then I like to bring her out into the open :)

Stoney and I may live extremely far away from each other , and well big difference in age , different worlds , But what I love best about Stoney is that . All the things that make us different do not matter , we are still friends and I am thankful for that!

So please if you see Stonehead the blogger around town today, be sure to wish this man a very happy birthday :)

Sweet

Kind

And

Caring are just a few words I like to think of when Stoney pops in my mind!

Thank you Stoney for being an amazing friend , you mean the world to me and I wish a very Happy Birthday from my heart to yours:)

~Your Pal Tiggers AKA “Lady In Pink”

• friendship
• happy-birthday-stoney

 

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1. 
   mythoughts77
   Nice!
   May 04, 2014
2. 
   stonehead
   Stoney comes by to Thank YOu. Great production. Got me excited. Want to share this with the whole world.
   Not sure how I would do it, but then again. If I am determined then something good happens. Happy Birthday 71 years old with a lovely family and lots of friends. Am slowing down. Less blogs and words and its ok. With friends like Tiggers online, the excitement gathers and grows strong in remembrance and heart. Again I thank you. Will figure out a way to express my delight. I will. And Thanks.
   May 04, 2014
3. 
   stonehead
   Just listened to your song. My heart beats faster now. So I will have a lot to say, probably in a private message.
   me thinks its proper time to drink a cup of tea, think about all this and make it believable that I am actually 71 years old on this day, have great friends like you to wish me well. And well, its a good day. And I thank you, for making it this way for me. Delightful. The song and performance and effort is something I will came back to, as I can.
   thanks you. again and again. nice performance. Great song and voice. indeed.
   
   
   
   
   And so it is the celebration is extended from one place to another.  Is the marvel of technology
   
   A little unorthodox to post Tiggers blog.  But it is special for me.  And at Age 71, starting today.
   
   I will do as I please.  Stubborn Man.  I am.  
   
    

IN YOUR SHOES

IN YOUR SHOES





I am trying to do my best, in the face of Waterloo.  Going to war with myself.  You see we have made an election promise, and now its midterm elections for some.  And now we have to tweek our message, not saying: " No more war. "  But am putting an emphasis on the facts.  Bin Laden is dead.  Iraq and Afghanistan.  Done with that.  Putting Hawk Talk on mute.  So now we need to find some jobs for the kids.  Put them through college, then pay them $10 to answer phones and push some buttons. 



Didn’t fix the potholes and bad roads in my neighborhood, but kept the children out of the bars and jails.  Well, sort of.  Changing the drug laws in some states.  Children at Risk can move there, or camp just across the river in those border states.  Life without borders and GSP.  Keeping track of you, but not in the way I thought I would.  So now I am starting over.  Imagining myself in your shoes.  Lose the Me-Me-Me state of mind.  Involves challenges, but I can do it.  Keep saying that. 





 
I am doing my best to get my head around this.  "No more war."  Cutting the defense budget.  So where does that leave us.  More jobs.  Bring the boys home.  Give them something to do.  Its time.  Don’t want to make this a baseball blog, but just reading.  And here is a partial quote.  From McClendon, the manager of the Seattle Mariners baseball team.  Not a perfect quote, is hit and miss.  Lot like what they do from the top down.  President.  Club Owner.  Management.  Don’t expect it to be perfect, but let it stand.  This is my final word on the subject.  "Until it isn’t."   



 

McClendon’s basic words.  "Are we short in some areas.  Yeah."   And goes on to give details.  "….We’re banged up a little….. been dealt a tough hand, but we’ll deal with that."  And here is the part I really like.  Makes my day in Clint Eastwood style.  McClendon said,

 "….We’ll bluff our way through it and in the end, we’ll be just fine."




So that is my message for today in this blog.  "In the end, we will be fine."  And to get my head around this compromise, I had a long talk with somebody I really trust about this."  Haven’t talked to this advisor for a year or two.  Just pulled the plug.  Was disenchanted.  Dude President into his second term, and haven’t seen the jobs or the troops home yet.  Oh they maybe be standing right beside me, but then these days I have to not notice who is carrying a gun and who isn’t.  In your shoes, and so I was looking for a safe place to stand and make a stand.  So I chose In Your Shoes to be. 




Hoping others can steady me.  No War.  Been a long time since anybody said that to me.  Not that I don’t believe you.  But is my plan to take you at your word, not be disappointed no matter how it turns , and hope for better roads, and things like that.  In the end we will be fine.  But of course I want to be fine now.  Everything is about now and instant gratification.  Want the baseball team to win now.  Yankees are doing that.  Seattle Mariners are not.  And am choosing to walk, and not fix another flat tire.  Bad roads.  Not a smooth ride.



So want to introduce you to my new voice.  Call her WhiteStone or StoneWhite, or just go along with my inability to name names and be perfect.  In the end we will be fine.  Remember that and don’t call me on my crap and inability to be more better.  It will happen when it happens.  And so I talked to WhiteStone and StoneWhite about this.  We agreed.  We would try to handle our business for another year. 



Will deal with the disappointments and how we invested a lot of time in all this, and are not truly satisfied.  Will deal with it.  Will talk among ourselves and help each other with the way it is.  Is what stonehead and whitestone have agreed to.  And will be the first to say, its not helping with the things that really are 

in my field of vision. 



 
Went to a baseball game.  Cold and Windy.  Team lost and gave me no reason for optimism.  But then I remember.  I hedge my bets.  Have a $20 radio subscription package for 2014 and no matter where I am, can listen to baseball on my computer, provided I am in range.  And most of the time I am.  Around in a life without borders.  Making it happen, but not in the way I expected to when I was in my 20’s.  But like they say, "Grow up."  And I did. 



 

And realize its never perfect.  Its often not even good.  But you learn to wait it out.  Figure out what the cycle and the ups and downs are.  Market adjustment and make due.  And during your time of leisure, have a little fun.  Block out what others are doing.  Get in Your Shoes.  Walk it off.  So that is what I am doing.  Saying over and over, "In the end, we’ll be just fine."  And add to that the current slogan.  No War.  Tis all have to say. 




 
Well, not really.  But is all I have to say without you with me.  Need a friend.  Need you.  But like I said.  Its not the way I thought it would be.  Me without you.  So as a compromise I will call my friend.  Somebody I really trust about all this In-The-End stuff.  And now its my turn to listen.  Comments and in conclusion.  What’s it like for you.  Today.  In Your Shoes.  

IT MATTERS

 IT MATTERS

It is just a matter of time and you will change your mind.  I do it.  The cat does it.  Even now, Microsoft is doing it.  And it doesn’t matter why.  At first I was thinking to ask, "Do you think it matters?"  and I answered my own question.  It matters.  It matters that I show up from time to time, and cry in my sleeve.  Or cry over spilt beer. 

 

Not to say the sheckles are running out, more like I hate to waste and its good to the last drop.  Not sure what advertising that was, maybe Maxwell House Coffee.  As I get older, I tell myself, just keep doing it.  It matters and why not?  Writing blogs and its simple.  Turn the computer on, and spend time with yourself and just write.  No time for criticism.  Failure is not the object.  Matters little if you are a professional or just some smuck like me, making good with what you have.  It all adds up to a good time, with baby in your lap, sucking on the pacifier.

 

Was looking at a cartoon, with an old guy with a long beard holding a sign, saying:  "The End Is Near."  I laugh.  Makes sense to me.  It matters, every conversation and interaction.  Time is a commodity and I noticed its been 3 weeks since I’ve posted a blog.  So now, its time.  Just do it.  Failure is an option, and we are only human.  Disappointing that something happens on our watch, and for a while it registers and we are sad.  You can understand.  It happens. 

 

But really, is it worth making a big deal about.  Depends.  If you are a role model, it matters.  Otherwise, continuance is a good word and a promising thought.  So what if you lack natural talent, keep writing.  Make that blog happen.  And so this is my small contribution to the big picture and its promotion.  Little things inspire me.  And yes, it matters.  What we do.

Ask the question.  Does it matter?  Stock answer, it matters.  And at some point you just want to bury your head in your arm and sob.  It matters who I am dating.  Ugly guy need not apply.  Ok I say that as a joke.  We all need love.  Come as you are.  And when you do, be prepared.  I will tell you loud and clear.  It matters how you look.  Next time put on clean clothes and comb your hair.  And that applies even if you are going to college and is early and you have been sleepless, for what seems like forever. 

 

Even so, we have to give it a little effort.  It matters.  We can fail.  We can do poorly, or average.  Getting a D is not the end.  Who cares how many sign up for ObamaCare.  Not in my neighborhood, where the young people outnumber the poor, 10 to 1.  Just saying, we don’t all live on facebook, nor live life as a beauty contest.  Some people do, but not me.  But the bottomline is that if it matters to you, then with due consideration, I can step back with what is important to me, and honor you and what you do, when you say, " It matters.  Listen up."

 

 So now we are done to basics.  Young person wants to go to college.  Needs a better job.  Wants to meet cute guys and marry one who can provide.  So matters.  ObamaCare.  Stay healthy.  The End is Near.  Obviously there is no end to it.  We can’t be heartless.  We have to care.  Wonderful words and to see it in print, just makes my day.  That is one way to celebrate a blog.  Big or small.  Sexy Tuesday.  It gets posted and for a minute we don’t have to feel bad about a child raised without a dad.  So that’s it for today.  It matters.