S.O.S. The Same Old Shit. One of the big dangers of being fully retired with no intention of ever working another day in your life is: doing the same ol’ shit. You know. The same thing every day. Kinda like going to work and having a career (long term doing the same ol’ shit): eating at the same time every day, watching the same shows every night (Dancing With The Stars is on tonight – Oh boy!). Every afternoon puttering around in the garden, reading, making a salad for dinner, eating, having a little ‘medication’, listen to old records for two hours, followed by watching some more bullshit on TV, and then it’s off to bed. Sounds like a full day to me [I never found working for a living that damned fulfilling].
Well, as groovy as doing the same thing everyday is – and don’t get me wrong, when you got your day finely dialed in with all your favorite activities included, life don’t get much better than that. It’s pretty cool. But sometimes…I start to loose interest. How can that be? I’m doing all my favorite things, all the time, (I’m a firm believer in ‘If a little is good, a lot is better’). Things start to get boring.
That’s exactly what happened to my drawing. I found myself drawing the same thing (old shit) over and over again. So I stopped. That’s one way to get rid of a stubborn nagging problem; just quit (or leave her). The worst part was, it affected my blogging. Although this is not an art blog, my drawings always feature prominently. Not that they are necessarily related to the verbiage: drawing is drawing and writing is writing, and never the twain shall meet. But now I make an exception. Here’s something new…on black paper. Trippy, don’t cha think?
A lot of times when I don’t have anything to blog about, I blog about not having anything to blog about, and suddenly I have something to blog about. Lately I’ve noticed that I’m forgetting things. Not the stuff I’d like to forget once and for all – that comes back and haunts me on a daily basis. It’s the little things, like getting up and going into the kitchen and immediately forgetting what I went in there for. Another favorite is knowing that I’m becoming forgetful, I’ll write it down something down (for sure as shit I’ll forget). Problem is, by the time I find where I’ve left my pen and paper, I’ve forgotten what was so damn important in the first place.
There’s others, but I’ve totally forgotten what they were.
Sometimes I sure wish everything was in black and white. Maybe that’s why I’m hooked on old TV shows from the fifties and sixties. A lot of that stuff was only in black and white. It wasn’t until the late fifties that things started showing up in color. “W0w! I saw color TV” was the big push for RCA color sets. Early color TV was a little cheezie, not like the high definition, mega pixel flat screens of today which are so clear you can see the hairs growing outta peoples noses. [That’s something I gotta stay on top of every now and then or else there’s a virtual rain forest of hanging vines cascading from my nostrils. No hairs in my ears yet – a sure sign you’re a full fledged geezer].
I wish things were simple like in the old TV shows. The ‘good guys’ always won, and the bad guys always lost (you tell them cause they always wore black). Doing the right thing always prevailed, like in The Rifleman, and those who didn’t usually ate shit (they were the sleazie looking guys who constantly looked over their shoulders). Choices were easy; either black or white. It’s when I became an adult, that I realized everything is a shade of grey. Not like in the movie by that name, which was all about kinky sex and perverted relationships and still so poorly made that most found it boring despite being loaded with all that good stuff.
Nope. There’s no black or white issues. Everything is a matter of opinion, or has a ‘spin’ on it, except the above drawings, they’re in black n white., and without spin.