Looking Back

Looking Back When I was a Smoker!
This was written to a friend just before I dropped a 68 year smoking habit when the doctor told me to quit that day or he would no longer attend to my medical needs. Pretty blunt but it worked as I quit that day: November 15th, 2006.
GAWD! The tenth month of this 2006 is almost gone ! Tempus Fugit ! Amen! And nothing stops those dam hands on the clock from spinning. Even pulling the plug, removing the batteries and stopping the pendulum has no affect as time just marches on.
The mistakes made yesterday glare back at me on that page of life and I wonder how in hell I could have been so stupid. Even an error made one minute ago becomes “history” and unchangeable and stamped in stone.
Trapped in routine, each day begins the same throwing water in my face and shaking the brain awake to go to the kitchen, flip on the coffee pot, light a ciggie and leave a smoke trail down the carport to pick up the morning paper off the driveway, walk back through my smoke screen to the porch and dissect the paper throwing out the unessential ads, home and car sales pitches that there is only 72 hours left on the sale of the year to put your butt behind the wheel of the fanciest creation that can go zero to 60 in 4 seconds and speeds that would give you nothing but tickets for breaking the laws of any road in the world except in Germany. When do you need zero to 60 and who in their right mind wants to go 225 MPH unless you are on a circular track with advertisements plastered all over your car while wearing a crash helmet and the vehicle is equipped with roll bars.
Once dissected, the computer is activated, the cat has been fed and patted and I return to the table to have a cup of coffee and read the paper from front page headlines to comics that sits there before me. To vary a mundane existence I sometimes begin with the headlines, but more often than not, I begin with the comics feeling I should begin each day with at least a good laugh which rarely is found on the front page. But: actually i check the lottery numbers to see if my name is removed from the poverty list! (Crap! Missed every number by one digit! must find a part time job so I can afford to buy more tickets and increase my chances!) And because life goes on, the daily pill regimen is begun by taking my blood pressure pill and the first of 2 zinc tablets that are required to help my vision. Then the mandatory bowl of multigrain Cherrios with honey to lower cholesterol followed by nine vitamins and supplements and an 81 Mg aspirin for the heart.
The coffee is gone! The paper is history! But there are still some cigarets left, so out on the porch I sit and pollute the air before heading for the computer and Check out 11 forwarded items that show they have been all over the country twice and 6 pieces of worthless crap from companies I do not know and wonder how in hell they got my address and 2 items stating if I don’t forward them I am an Antichrist or don’t believe in God threatening that I will have 7 years bad luck if I don’t follow directions. Thank Heaven for channel changing remote devices and the “DELETE” key on computers.
And it isn’t even 8:30 AM yet.
Think I’ll lay down and take a nap. The cat is having one, so why can’t I?
I’ll worry about lunch when I wake up.
Have a good day

Going In Circles

Experimenting adding and deleting and changing trying to find just how far I can go and what I can do.
Multiple tries to get in and even when "in" am not sure what to do or what the end result will be.
My "coach" said to click on everything and I been clicking. Don't know what it's doing at Google Central but hope I am not confusing anyone or having them scratch their heads thinking they are dealing with an empty lunch basket. As they say: Brilliant minds and engineers built the Titanic and Moses built the Ark, And Steve Jobs started in a garage.
For this entry I wanted to "introduce" you to Cassie the "QUEEN" around the house. She has favorite spots around the house like the little screen porch off the dining area and the back of the recliner and her bed in front of the TV when she doesn't want any human contact. Has other areas where she hides when possibly her female hormones kick in and she goes into a kitty PMS mode and disappears somewhere in this little place.
Two favorite things is being 'served' tuna with her regular food and going out for walks on her leash. Sometimes just waks to the end of the driveway and lays down and watches the dog walkers of the neighborhood. None she shows interest in except when Mr. G. walks up with his little "MUFFIN" and that little thing quickens his pace and those little bow legs are flying and right up to Cassie and they stand nose to nose. Sometimes if at the end of his walk Muffin will walk up and lay down side of Cassie and watch we on the other end of the leashes talk over happenings in the Village.
NOW! Have "attached" pictures but not sure if they will be there.
If NOT this time, then it will be the next unless Google pulls my plug!

Day One and the dice are rolled

This is all new and my biggest Thank You to a friend of the keyboard: Marcia from Arizona.
She has gotten me into this and as they say on Cape Cod: "Holy Mackerel" What can of worms have you opened up?
I feel like Forest Gump in a helicopter and the pilot turns over the joy stick and bails out.
This is me first actual posting and hopefully as this new world opens up I will be able to post some of my paintings and some carvings as well as family activitiesand photos.

I work off an e-Mac and have never used anything except Mac machines. Sit me at a regular PC and I couldn't turn it on.

My next birthday will be number 78 so don't expect much more than some fun and a lot of nostalgia and homest answers if ever asked any! Live by a "code" set down by an Indian (Teepee type) Mother who had a finger pointing statement that if you were going to lie, don't speak a word. So if asked an opinion expect only an homest one.

Born in Massachusetts in the Land of the Bean and the Cod halfway between Cape Cod and Boston and the area was and is referred to as the South Shore. Graduated from high school in the little town of Rockland in 1947 and one of 84 class members. For the last 14 or 15 months I have been working with a couple of classmates trying to organize a 60th reunion and it has been a job to track them down and find out who has gone to meet their maker and who is still standing. It has been a marvelous experience getting in touch with many that have not been seen for as much as 50 years in many cases.
Some conversations jump started the brain and like clicking dominos the memories poured out. Loved it all and basically became Communication Central and everything began filtering through this computer. We even ran across an official school seal and the magic of the scanner it was "doctored" up and became our class of 1947 seal and we use it on all class mailings.
The cookout BBQ reunion is going to be held at a classmates lovely garden and I hope to be into this enough to post reunion photos.

A mid-May 5 days in Vegas should prduce more pictures and a family gathering on Lake Murray in South Carolina and some bass fiishing in July should bring out more cameras and pictures. So this should be very enjoyable for all who like " down home" material.
See ya soon with more fun stuff ...... from the Swamp!!!!!

Day One for a New Blogger

Dear Freddie,

I've opened your blog, posted your first post and burned a feed.

Have a blast! M