There’s always This and That, usually a binary choice with no shades of gray; black and white only. An additional choice would be nice now and then. That’s why I prefer the Other Thing. Kinda broadens the field, spices things up a bit. This and That are locked in solid. They ain’t goin’ nowhere. The Other Thing is more pleasing, even desirous, if you further define Other Thing. Which is needed from time to time, to keep it from becoming That Other Thing. Don’t want that (or this frankly).
The Other Thing takes a lot of pressure off of This and That to maintain it’s superiority complex world-view, which is adversarial in nature: “I don’t wanna be like That” or “I don’t wanna be like This”. The Other Thing merely muses, “Hmmmm”. I learned long ago that life is more than This or That. It’s like going to a buffet style restaurant as a kid. Your parents made ya take some of This and some of That and a little bit of the Other Thing. I always saved the Other Thing for last cause it was the best part.
I live in a state where marijuana is legal (thank you Jesus), and if ya want to, you can grow your own. In the olden days that used to be called “cultivation” and had serious penalties attached. Now it’s call “recreation”. You don’t even have to go through the charade of getting a medical letter to be legal, you’re just legal, no strings attached except those imposed by local ordinances. Things have sure changed since the 60’s. I guess the times they really were a changin’.
Today is Valentines Day, but by the time you see this, Cupid will have long flown past with an empty quiver full of arrows. That’s because I’m writing this out in longhand now, but by the time I press the publish button, it will have become then; actually right now is when I’m transcribing this, with the publish button thingie being not quite now. So when I finally do publish, this too will become then and the final score will be one now to two thens. Timeliness, sometimes important when doing Holiday posts, doesn’t concern me that much; hey, when you’re a few days short right off the bat, what’s a few more?
Love comes in many forms, and positions too. Loving-kindness is one of the Buddhist Divine Abodes, along with compassion, sympathetic joy and equanimity. In Christian thought love is greater than hope or even faith (according to Paul). He thought love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. The Beatles thought love was all ya need, but can’t buy it.
Well, ol’ Hansi’s ancient ass recently took a swan-dive into full geezer-hood. I started to use a cane to help me get around. I fought it for a long time, but finally came to the conclusion that ‘it’s time’. I have a really bad collapsed ankle from years of running, and am now afflicted with sciatica – a real pain in the ass. So I’m a little unsteady on my feet, and a cane helps with stability and eases the sciatica; don’t wanna fall down (the curse of getting old, especially if ya can’t get back up again.)
It’s taking me a little bit of time to get fully used to using a cane. First thing I discovered is: where do ya put the thing when you’re not walking around? I can see now that those canes that stand up by themselves (with the four little prongs) are not just for the seriously disabled, but could come in real handy especially when you’re on your feet and using both hands. This got me to thinking. I need a cane that has a multitude of functions, kinda like a Swiss Army Knife, but in my case a Swiss Army Cane.
My cane would not only stand up by itself, but also have a grabbing device with trigger at the handle, so you could pick up things without having to get out of the recliner; being magnetized is a must for them small metal objects. A light would be nice, and also a remote so when you forgot where ya left it, you could just push a button and a beeper in your cane would go off and you could hobble back to the bathroom where ya left it hanging on the towel rack. GPS would be nice, but I doubt I’d go far enough from home to need one. It should glow in the dark; it’s hard to find things in the middle of the night, and a cup holder is a must.
Right now, I think my invention is weighing in at close to thirty pounds. Might have to go back to the drawing board and make some revisions. Did I leave anything out?
I probably cranked these out just after I made a batch of carrot juice. Says a lot about a person…like maybe you’re a health-food nut? Well, only if ya grow your own carrots, and a few beets, a touch of parsley, and all the kale you can stand and throw in on top of it all. Mmm Yummie. Maybe not, but it sure is healthy and you can taste a certain earthy-ness of all the root crops. Beets are good for your liver, carrots help your eyes – never saw Bugs Bunny wearin’ glasses – kale, what can I say… a super weapon of a food (if you can get by the taste).
Carrot juice is kinda like the hashish of ‘health-food’, super concentrated vitamins and minerals without a ton of bulk. Not that fiber is bad, oh contrere! Fiber is like the ‘Drano’ of your digestive tract, pushing out all the stuff that ya don’t want lingering around down there. Who wants to eat ten carrots, and chase it with a raw beet? Not me! But I can easily consume that much via juice in a nice tall glass with umbrella on top. Cheers!
During the late 60’s The Wife (then Girl Friend ) and I were art majors at a small liberal arts college in Thousand Oaks California. Two years ago someone decided to have an Alumni art show so all us Art majors who went on to work in totally different fields because we didn’t like the starving part of life as an artist, could exhibit our most recent works. Having not done anything “serious” in decades, I decided to show-off this sketchbook.
It was a real treat to have actual real live people look at it in person. Before the show, I only got to exhibit my work in the blog-0-sphere, which is virtually like real life, but doesn’t count. If ya wanna be an exhibitionist, you gotta do it in person.
I sure hope all you folks who stop by here for a hallucination are real people, and not Russian bots (whatever that is) tryin’ to influence me politically. If I wanna be influenced, I’LL chose what I’m under the influence of. That’s because Hansi is an all-American boy. I only eat hamburgers, drink Coca-Cola, and have a slice of apple pie every day. I don’t like Vodka or the Russian version of roulette!