November 4 – Monday misery

Monday misery,
Monday’s are miserable
because its Monday?

In the epic film, Office Space, Hero Peter Gibbons asks, “When you come in on Monday, and you’re not feelin’ real well, does anyone ever say to you, ‘Sounds like someone has a case of the Mondays’?”

Next door neighbor Lawrence responds, “I believe you’d get your ass kicked sayin’ something like that, man.”

Are Monday’s bad because I enjoyed my weekend off so much?

Does time away from the office throw my work life into a clearer perspective that blurs through the repetition of the work week.

Am I just recovering from a weekend of excess? Excess sleep, drink, eat and lack or work worries?

Am I just plain miserable today and it happens to be Monday.

Toss it all into the blender, mix well, and pour myself of cup of woe.

If I didn’t feel sorry for myself, who would?

Attitude like that will get your ass kicked real soon.

Where is that prilosec?

October 30 – got the blue cat blues

got the blue cat blues
woke up grumpy, where to find
magic sunglasses?

Up too late.

Did not want to get up.

Got up.

Got up too early.

Headachy.

Grumpy.

It is raining.

Got the Blue Cat Blues.

Pete the Cat has magic sunglasses!

With the sunglasses, Pete sings:

“TOO COOL!
The birds are singing.
The sky is bright.
The sun is shining.
We’re feeling alright!”

Where do I get these magic sunglasses?

Do I need them?

Wise Old Owl tells Pete: “‘… you don’t need magic sunglasses to see things in a new way. Just remember to look for the good in every day.”

There IS good in every day, just sometimes it is harder to find.

October 28 – to live all my days

to live all my days
sedentary existence
uneventful goal

An off comment I picked up while watching a football game this weekend brought my time in college back to mind.

When I was in college I hoped to graduate and get a job in a research library or historical institution and live out my days in a sedentary existence.

Buried in research.

Buried in books.

Buried in old facts and thoughts that no one in their right mind would ever want to think about.

Spent the weekend with my grand daughters.

My son Jackie woke me up at 2AM to tell me his car had been broken into and the side window smashed.

Oh, and Jackie told me a friend of his from work would be crashing overnight on our sofa.

Went with my wife to the Braselton Antique and Craft fair.

Went to Church.

Dealt with work problems.

Cooked Sunday dinner.

Busy.

Better then buried.

Buried would have been pretty boring.

October 25 – cautionary tales

cautionary tales
run and tell the king, again
sky falls, persevere

“I wore this frock coat in Washington, before the war. We wore them because we belonged to the five civilized tribes. We dressed ourselves up like Abraham Lincoln. We only got to see the Secretary of the Interior, and he said: “Boy! You boys sure look civilized.!” he congratulated us and gave us medals for looking so civilized. We told him about how our land had been stolen and our people were dying. When we finished he shook our hands and said, “endeavor to persevere!” They stood us in a line: John Jumper, Chili McIntosh, Buffalo Hump, Jim Buckmark, and me — I am Lone Watie. They took our pictures. And the newspapers said, “Indians vow to endeavor to persevere.” We thought about it for a long time, “Endeavor to persevere.” And when we had thought about it long enough, we declared war on the Union.”

Lone Watie from the movie, The Outlaw Josey Wales

Driving to work and reviewing the week at large, my heart files with bitterness.

My soul is filled with bile.

Fed up.

Not going to take it anymore.

Just plain angry with humans and lack of humanity.

I sit down and power up my computers and the radio from London is playing Beethoven’s Violin Concerto. (Violin concerto in D major, Opus 61).

Faith, maybe not reborn or rekindled but somewhat tempered.

There yet are reasons to stand.

Persevere.

October 5 – was kind of solemn

was kind of solemn
laying back looking at stars
not one thing happened

From Huckleberry Finn;

“We catched fish, and talked, and we took a swim now and then to keep off sleepiness. It was kind of solemn, drifting down the big still river, laying on our backs looking up at the stars, and we didn’t ever feel like talking loud, and it warn’t often that we laughed, only a kind of low chuckle. We had mighty good weather, as a general thing, and nothing ever happened to us at all, that night, nor the next, nor the next.”

― Mark Twain, The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn

Saturday morning and I should be enjoying a sleep in.

Of late, I find I enjoy getting up and having my coffee in the quiet of the morning.

It is kind of solemn, sitting in the quiet, drinking coffee, looking out the windows as nothing happens.

I start the think.

The waves I watched this summer.

The tide coming in.

The change of seasons.

Mankind’s mark on history.

Back in college, one of my classes was given a behind the scenes tour of the Gerald Ford Library in Ann Arbor.

The curator was holding a book the size of the D volume of the World Book Encyclopedia.

It was the MINUTE-BY-MINUTE log of ONE DAY in the Ford Presidency.

Ford was President for 895 days.

895 daily logs.

Possibly the most complete accounting of any life of any one one earth.

But did it record Ford’s thoughts?

What he had for lunch?

At some point did he have to search for a pencil and open a desk drawer and lost his train of thought when he came across something else in the drawer?

And how many people get to be President?

Winston Churchill’s OFFICAL biography runs to 9 volumes and 4 volumes of letters and documents.

Here is the point.

How complete is the written record?

On quiet mornings, when I consider the number of documents, articles, books, histories and memoirs that cover the human existence against what really went on.

Mankind’s mark on history.

I would have to say, not a thing happened.